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Chapter 2: Victory and mysteries.
"Yes, Jason, it is I. And You can trust Dave." Zordon responded. Jason nodded and stepped back, pulled out his old morpher, and put in the coin. Then he took a deep breath and shouted "It's Morphin Time! Red Ranger Power!" Dave watched on the screen as he teleported to the battlefield, and called the Tyranasuarus to him. "Hey, Coach, try the Shogun zord." Dave said over the intercom. "I can't use that one!" Jason said confused. "Not yet, but you will in a few minutes!" Dave said as he hastily typed in a few commands. The console in front of Jason blazed to life with a whole new set of commands. Jason grinned and typed something in, and in a flash, the T-Rex transformed into the red Shogun zord. "Sweet." Jason said as it drew its sword and succeeded in destroying the granite.
As Dave watched the rest of battle play out on the screen, heard Zordon ask him something. "Say again?" he said distractedly. "I said that you know you could've helped them." Zordon said wisely. "We all have our own paths to walk in this life, and in the next. I chose mine, and I have to stay on it." he said as the rangers teleported in. The cleberations began as they normally did with a new team gaining their first victory and such, and Dave joined in, but inwardly, he was screaming, trying not to blurt out his horrible secret.
(Derak POV)
Dave seemed to be distracted. I noticed that when I first met him earlier today. He seemed to be somehwere else inside his mind all the time, unfocused on the present, except when he was in a fight. Then there was his special power: he could wield the power of the storm. The fact that he was captured and released unhamred was something else I found a little strange. "Derak?" I heard Ian say. "Huh?" I said, snapping back to reality. "I said that was a tough fight." He said, noting my distracted look. "Yeah, it was. I'm just glad we could win." I said, not seeing Dave's fiery gaze settle on me. "It wasn't that tough!" Myra said, beating her hand across her chest. "If you say so, Chica." Ian said with a roll of his eyes. We all had a good laugh, even the big head floating in a tube, whom coach Scott called Zordon.
(Jason POV)
As the new rangers left, I turned to my old mentor, who I thought had been destroyed by Andros. "Zordon, how did you-?" I began. "I do not know, Jason." Zordon said gravely. I couldn't belive this. The wisest being I knew, was completely clueless. "But I have been watching the rangers since I departed. I could not be more proud of any of you." He said. I smiled.
(Ian POV)
"Okay, spill." I said as Derak and I enetered our dorm room. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Ian." he said as he flomped onto his bed, fully intent on ignoring me. Idiot. He should know me better than that. Dad once told me I could get a stone to confess to killing Bambi's mom. "So, what do you think was up with Dave?" I asked casually. Derak glanced at me warily. Good. He knew I was onto him. "Drop it Ian. It's nothing." he said. "Then why would they take him and then just let him go? That makes about as much sense as wiping your ass before you shit." I countered. Derak sighed, and with a wave of his hands, the floor beneath erupted into a mess of vines, holding me about ten feet off the floor. Thank the Gods that the celings were about fifteent feet high here. "Now, shut up." Derak said tiredly as I yelled at him to let me down.
(Annie POV)
"I still don't see why those guys think that was tough." Myra said as she and I walked down the hall. "Myra, not every one can bench 400 pounds like you can." I said with a roll of my eyes. "Who are we talking about ladies?" a silk voice interrupted. "Go away Tyson." I groaned as my ex-boyfriend sideled up to us. The reason I had dudmped him was something was something I'd rather not discuss. "So, when we gonna go out again." he said as I tried to shove him away, which was futile. He was the only person who could out lift Myra, which was saying something. "What part she's not interestied did you not understand?" Myra spat as she tried to push him out of the way as well. Even our combined strength wasn't enough! How much did this fucker weigh!? With a simple shove, Myra went sprawling across the floor. Tyson laughed. "Hey, Columbo, take it somewhere else." a male voice said. We both looked back to see Dave's burning glare locked on Paul. "Oh, you again. Just so you know, my boy Jonathan will beat your ass." he said confidently. "Oh really. Well then in that case, why don't you join as well." Dave countered. Tyson looked like he was debating, so I decided to help him make up his mind. "You win Tyson, I'll go out with you, deal?" I said. Myra looked at me like I was crazy. "And if he wins?" Tyson asked. "Then I go out with him." I said with a shrug. Dave looked impassive, but my limited telepathy told me otherwise. He was mildly enraged. "Deal. How bout you, shithead?" Dave said angrily. "Deal." Tyson snarled.
(Dave POV)
As the big guy walked off, I rounded on Antionette. "What the fuck? You think I need all these assholes on me as well as those stupid granites?" I roared. The two Latinas jumped back in slight surpirsie, although I'd be willing to bet that Myra could beat my ass to a bloody pulp in ten minutes if I gave her the chance. "I thought-" Annie began. "Don't." I said as I stalked off, fully intent on going to what was supposed to be my room.
(Myra POV)
"That was wierd. You think he's Bipolar?" I said as we watched him storm off. "I guess." Annie said. "What the hell is wrong him?" I wondered aloud. "Maybe it's his time of the month?" Annie said candidly, making laugh so hard I had to hold the wall to avoid falling over. "Seriously, he's got some serious personal issues he needs to work out." Annie said as we entered the D-fac1 only to find an intense stare down between a gothic looking guy and Jonathan.
"What did you call me, bottom dweller?" Jonathan raged at the goth, who for being severely outnumbered and outclassed, stood his ground. "I called you a fucking asscock, why?" the goth shot back. In a flash, Jonathan's sword was out, and the goth was screaming, holding what was left of his right arm, the elbow down being sliced off and lying on the floor. I was vaguely aware of the fact that I was in motion, until I slapped Jonathan hard enough to knock him down. "What the hell is your problem!?" I sceamed at him as he picked himself up off the floor. Then I cringred. Whenever I hit Jonathan, he would hit me back. As his sword came whistling toward me, a whip of chakra cracked and sent it harmlessly aside, slicing a table cleanly in two. Annie. "Stay out of this, Taylor." Jonathan said as he prepared to swing again. As Annie went to block again, he suddenly reversed his slash and destroyed the whip. Annie screamed in pain, and fell to the floor crying in pain. A sharp pain shot through my left arm as the sword swung again. The room went silent as Jonathan raised the sword to deal the crippling blow, when another body blocked his path.
(Ian POV)
I had just came into the D-fac, only to find one of my few friends having a one-way ticket out of the academy signed by that asshole Jonathan, and then see him hurt not one but two females. This was utter bullshit. As he went to hit his girlfriend, I stepped between him and her. "Get out of the way, Johnson." he snarled. I shook my head as the crowd began backing away. "Why? So you can hurt another? What's the point of all of it? Just proving how much of an ass you are?" I spat as he grew steadily redder, from rage no doubt. The next thing I knew was that Tyson and another lackey of his, Damon, were trying to bring me to the ground. As they dove at me, I did a spinning back kick and and kicked both of them across the jaw. There was searing pain across my back as Jonathan made his presence felt. I knew it was over then; he would sever my spinal cord and I would be crippled and he would have one less person to deal with around here.
(Normal POV)
The crowd helds its breath as Jonathan reared back to deliver the final blow. As the blade came whistling down, a ninja Shuriken came flying out of nowhere and actually split the sword blade in two. "Why don't we just have our match now?" Dave said from the doorway. "You broke my sword." Jonathan said, stunned. He had made it himself. The only way to break it was by using the metal breaking point, which hardly anyone knew. "Yeah, I did. Now answer the question." he said as Damon and Tyson slowly advanced. "Stop." Jonathan saifd. The two froze and looked at him oddly. "We will have our match, but first you must defeat both of my partners in a two on one match, no powers involved." he said. Dave nodded and turned to go, then spun in lightning fast round kick, catching Damon of guard and sending him crashing into Tyson, knocking both of them out. "Not now though." he said as he walked out. Ian stood with some difficulty and followed, with the two females following.
(Dave POV)
As I stormed out of the D-fac, I was vaguely aware of the three of them following. They were having some sort of conversation about my challenge. Whatever; it wasn't like I was particualarly fond of any of the people here, I just saw it as another way to get in Jonathan's space if I did this sort of thing, and Ian was one of the new rangers, so I had to help them, since we couldn't have a ranger down. My musings were interupted by one of the females striding up next to me. "Honten?2" I said. "Thanks." she replied as they three of them all went their seperate ways, leaving me alone again.
(in Olrox's lair)
Olrox sat on his throne, staring into what could easily pass as the old viewing globe form the first command centre. So he would help them in all but their fight against them, would he? Typical. He had been like this for as long as he could remember. But how to make him see what he was truly meant for was the real problem.
(Jonathan POV)
Who the hell was this guy? First he disrespected him in front of practically the whole school, and then he has the audacity to interupt his dealing out of punishments, and then he ruthlessly attacks his subordinates, and for the coup de tat, he had broken his sword with the metal breaking point, something very few people knew how to do. The last person he had met was a legendary martial artist, Son Chang Aikido, who resided in Dogtown, a suburb of Rolland Heights. And he had been a storm dragoon. Well, whoever this Dave guy was, he was goin down.
(3rd person POV)
Dave sat in front of his desk, staring at the wall, his books and writing supplies in front of him, untouched since he had got them out. They truly had forgotten him. How depressing. And the way they treated him. The way they treated him reminded him of how they all used to be. A knocking on the door brought him crashing back down into reality as he hualed himself up and opened the door, revealing none other Ian and Derak themselves. "How's life, Micheal?" Derak said conversationally. Dave stared. "Who are you talking about?" he said, his voice showing his inward emotion. He was shocked. "You thought we wouldn't know our own friend?" Ian said disbelivingly. "Only you would know how to block our attacks in a spar, you're the only one who could ever match us move for move, and manipulate lightning like that." Derak said as the two brushed past him. He grinned in spite of himself.
"So, how ya been doin, Michael?" "It's Dave now, so don't call me that." Dave said as he flomped onto his bed. "Okay." Derak said with a sidelong glance at Ian. Jaques had been right; he hadn't forgiven them for leaving. "Life sucks like it always have for me, bro." Dave said as he pulled his hunting knife out and threw it at the wall, hitting a crudely drawn target a few centimeters from the bullseye. "Heard what you did in the D-fac. That took guts, man." Derak said as he watched Dave fire a stream of lightning from his fingertips and pull the knife back to him like a magnet. "Whatever. Now I gotta face the two of that bastard's cronies first." Dave said as he threw the knife again, and growled in irritation as it didn't hit the same spot again. "So Chang taught you the metal breaking point?" Ian said. Dave nodded. "And everything else with it, except the Maelstrom's Bolt." Dave said as he called the knife to him again, and threw it, this time hitting the bullseye. "Still don't see how Anthony could hit the mark every time." Derak said. "Aye." Dave replied as he got up and pulled the knife out, then put it back in his boot.
"So, what all does everything else entail?" Ian asked as he watched Dave start putting his school stuff away. "Exactly that. Everything else he knew, except the Maelstrom's Bolt. He figured I wasn't ready for it after I nearly died trying to do it. Took a ride on the flat line for a couple minutes." Dave said with a shrug. The communicator on Derak's wrist suddenly blazed to life. Dave looked at it. "Go time again?" Dave asked innocently. "Looks like it." Ian said with a sigh. "Unleash the Storm, Guardian Form!" the two shouted, while doing the hand motions. Dave watched as they teleported away, and was surprised when he was teleported to the command centre. "What?" he said as the rest of the team turned and looked at him. "We found something. Thought you might want to see it." Myra said icily. Dave looked past them and sighed. It was the video of him talking with Olrox.
"Care to fill us in?" Myra said as she advanced. Dave looked at her, the fire in his eyes burning hotter then ever. "Never. I made a promise to him not to tell who he was, and I'll be damned if I let him down." Dave snarled as he fell into a battle stance. Antionette looked at him in mild surprise. Her telepathy wasnt working, and Myra was about to lay a berserker style beatdown on him. Until the dormant stone flashed, and a powerful, ancient voice filled the room. "One born of a dragon shall claim his power. He who recieveth the power, trust it not. He who rejecteth the power, rejoice for freedom. He who be honorbound shall lose and gain all he holds dear." With that, the stone returned to its dormant state. Dave looked at it for a fraction of a second, then crossed the room and began looking at it very closely when Jason entered. "Where did you get this?" Dave asked quietly. "That one? Not really sure anymore. I think my friend Tommy sent me that one. Said he found it while on a dig up on Satan's Ridge." Jason said, before he noticed Myra's angry stance and the video on the screen.
"What the hell is going on?" he said tiredly as he sank into a chair, massaging his temples. "Just asking him what he knows about Olrox." Myra said with a shrug, all previous anger gone. "Yeah. And I was telling her to go fuck herslef." Dave said as he began to leave, only to have Antionette ninja streak in front of him. "Tell us something. You owe us that nuch." She said, locking eyes with him, her crystal blues boring into his fiery emeralds. He blinked, and the anger was gone, replaced by his normal fiery expression. "Fine. Olrox is just an apparation of some one much greater. All Olrox's purpose is, is to destroy that person's rivals, by any means neccessary." Dave said as the dormant stone glowed slightly, unnoticed. Jason stood as an alarm went off. "Dave, watch the center." Jason said as they morphed. "What am I, Alpha 5.5?" he said as he sat down, oblivious to the glowing stone behind him. Zordon suddenly materialized in his tube, looking at Dave disapprovingly. "You should fight with those you consider friends." he said sagely. "Then I'd say it's a very good thing I consider no one my friends anymore, but commrades, ain't it?" Dave snorted as he watched the rangers destroy a mass group of granites.
Meanwhile, Derak and Ian were both off on Satan's ridge, searching for whatever it was that Coach Scott had said was here. "What're looking for again?" Ian asked. "I dunno." Derak said before the ground beneath them gave way, causing them to fall about a mile, and had them thanking their lucky stars that they had morphed prior to coming here. As they stood, Derak looked around and let out a low whistle. Where ever they had fallen, it was huge. "Activating Power Lamp." Ian said shakily as the gem on his chest plate flared to life, casting an eerie light over the room. It was some sort of tomb from what they could tell. Ian stared up ahead. There was a coffin; it was open and empty. "What was here?" Derak asked, his voice echoing in the darkness. "I think the question is, why are you here?" a deep, angry voice rumbled from somewhere above them. The two whirled around as the room blazed to life, revealing that they were surrounded by a load of skeletons, and a warrior garbed for battle brandishing a longsword at their head. "Ever get that feeling that you're about to die and all you can say is 'Shit, I knew I should've said fuck off. when Coach Scott told us to follow him?'" Derak said as he drew his staff and Ian's claws materialized.
Before anything could happen, Olrox appeared and destroyed the entire army with an almighty balst of lightning. "I take it you ain't here to say long live the power?" Ian said as he turned to them and summoned his gargoyles. "None shall defile this tomb but I, for within rests the legendary Dragos Blade!" Olrox cried as the gargoyles attacked, sending waves of energy everywhere as they slashed their diamond weaponds.
In the command centre, Dave stared at the screen in wonder. The Dragos Blade? It actually existed? Legend had it that whoever held it would gain the power of the dragon king. Then the words of earler flashed through his mind: He with power, trust it not. There was a flash of light, and the other stone had zapped itself onto his watch. It would not come off. "Dammit all!" Dave snarled as he looked back at the screen, only to see Derak and Ian getting their asses handed to them by Olrox's Gargoyles. He had to help them.
Before he could even blink, he was there, standing atop a small ledge, looking down at them. Before any of the gargoyles had a chance to attack again, Dave unleashed his aura, showering area with lightning, as he called a massive thunder storm to him. Ian looked up to see dave leaping down and grabbing one, DDTing it into the ground, shattering it on contact. As the storm he had called raged, Dave saw Olrox stadning on the ledge, staring down at him as he destroyed his gargoyles. "Well met, Dave." he called as he faded; he was unable to find the Dragos Blade. As he went to leave, a white light shot past and materialized in Dave's right hand. It was a long bladed sword, bearing a strong resemblance to a quasar saber, except entirely black, with three blazing emeralds on the hilt, surrounding a dragon claw. The Dragos Blade. Dave looked at it, and then back at Olrox as he summoned hundreds of Granites to his side. "BRING ME THE SWORD!!" he shrieked in fury as he drew his own sword from his chest.
As the granites descended, the other rangers teleported in and beagn their classic battle. Dave began to destroy granites with a style of sword fighting that was as graceful as it was deadly. And so it came to be that the rangers were the last standing, with Olrox calling more creatures to him, each more hideous and powerful then the next. As the battle continued, Dave felt a strange power pulsing from the blade. It was almost as if it was guiding his slashes, blocks, and everything else. He shook it off and destroyed another creature. As he backflipped away from a blast attack, he was hit by another, causing him to crash to the ground, dropping the sword. All seemed to go quiet as Olrox picked up the sword, and raised it above his head. "Dragos Blade of Ancient Sight, Reveal to me thy Dragonic Might!" He chanted as the blade began to glow. Olrox began laughing madly as he disappeared. "This ain't gonna end well." Dave said as he got up and vanished into a shadow, leaving the other rangers to clean up the mess.
Aight, just so y'all know, this'll probably bre the last update for awhile, so bear with me. Thanks again for the support.