Power Rangers: Hyper Strike
What has gone before…
Foreseeing the destruction of an alternate universe, Ninjor has pressed the Power Chamber back into service. He intends to recruit five teenagers to save that Earth. Against him is the evil scientist Dantai, his little sister Nitra and the warrior Tyranus. Now, Kyle Evanick, the Red Jaguar Ranger of Fire, must locate his fellow team-mates before things get serious…
He's got less time than he thinks…
Six Come Together, Part 1: Pokemon, Pegasus and Problems, Oh My.
"So who's first?" Kyle asked.
"I'm not sure," Ninjor admitted. Focussing his energies, he picked up the Purple Pegasus morpher.
"Why that one?" Ninjor shrugged.
"Gut instinct." Another question formed in Kyle's mind and promptly answered itself.
"So that's how you get your prophecies. Visions." Ninjor nodded.
"Yes," he grumbled. "And it would be nice if certain people would allow me some peace and quiet so I could…" Before Ninjor could finish his sentence, he tensed, his visor seeming to glaze over.
"Got one?" Kyle asked. No response. Realising Ninjor's attention was occupied, Kyle waited almost a full minute before trying again. "Ninjor?" Ninjor blinked.
"By the Grid," he muttered, "The Playboy channel's gotten good."
"NINJOR!" screamed Kyle indignantly, staring at the being in annoyed disbelief.
"Oh. Sorry," Ninjor said sheepishly as Kyle sighed and wondered what he'd gotten himself into. "Sometimes when I'm trying to have a vision, I accidentally get feed from a satellite channel instead. Let me try again."
In the end, after eight further tries and seven more satellite channels (three where in languages other than English, two more were pornographic (one in Japanese) and one, rather bizarrely, turned out to be Channel 5...) Ninjor finally got a real vision, evidenced by the blue glow that surrounded him.
"Finally…" Kyle sighed. "Ok, him or her?"
"Her. She was in the shower, actually." Kyle gave the Blue Morphin Master a glare that would extinguish a star and Ninjor relented. "Ok, I'm kidding. She wasn't in the shower, she was reading a book." Kyle eyed Ninjor, not entirely sure that his mentor wasn't still joking around.
"Describe her."
"White, red hair, blue eyes, wearing a purple jacket, silver necklace and white shorts. Figures she'd be wearing her colour. She's not hugely tall either, makes it hard to guess her age… She's probably fifteen, maybe sixteen."
"Doesn't give us much to go on location wise." Kyle mused.
"I know." Ninjor replied. "The clues are in the vision. You just need to ask me the right questions."
"Does she have any distinguishing features?"
Ninjor shrugged. "Well... She's got a scar…"
"A scar?" Kyle looked up. "Where?"
"On her leg. Looks like a straight cut with a burn scar surrounding it… There's one other thing, she's got a toy Pikachu tucked under her arm. Unusual for someone her age…"
A Pikachu… "Accent?" Despite the aforementioned lack of facial features, Ninjor grinned.
"Australian, I think. Why? Do you know who it is?"
'16, Australian, carrying a toy Pikachu.' Kyle thought. 'It has to be her. Son of a bitch.' "I think I do, yeah." he said, smiling.
"Then go get her, young Jaguar!" Ninjor threw the Pegasus morpher to Kyle, who caught it. "Take these as well." he said, taking out two communicators.
"Where did you get those?" questioned Kyle, making Ninjor sweat-drop.
"I had a friend make them for me," he replied quickly. That was true enough.
Kyle took them, pocketed one and strapped on the other. Then he crossed to the teleportation console. After all, a Ranger could only use the watch to teleport to a place or person he knew and had a decent mental image of and Kyle knew of his guess only via e-mail and yahoo IM. After working the controls for a few moments, he disappeared in a beam of red. A chuckle echoed through the Chamber.
"Aren't you going to introduce me?" Ninjor chuckled in reply.
"Not yet, young Fox. I don't want him getting star-struck on me, now do I?"
"If he didn't much over you, I doubt I'll have any effect on him," the other countered.
"You underestimate yourself, my apprentice," Ninjor said. "Besides, I don't want to reveal my trump card too soon…"
PLACE: Morwell, Australia
TIME: 13:27, EST
Kyle landed out of sight, and made his way to 42 Coalville Road, the last known address he had. Frowning at the slightly overgrown lawn and the untended garden, Kyle had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The feeling was confirmed when a glance at the house proved it was completely empty.
"Looking for someone?" called a voice and Kyle turned to see a dark haired man leaning over the fence.
"Yeah, I'm looking for a friend of mine," he replied. "Her name's Ann. She used to live here?" The man laughed.
"I know who you mean. She was friends with my daughter. But they've moved up to the city now," he told Kyle. "Her father developed heart problems you know." Now that Kyle thought about it, he did remember Ann mentioning shortly before disappearing from the offline world.
"You wouldn't happen to have their new address would you?" asked Kyle with little hope. His spirits lifted however when the man nodded.
"Sure, hold on a min."
PLACE: Melbourne, Australia
TIME: 13:41, EST.
Kyle landed in an alley just off Flinders Street. He'd already tried the address given to him, but had found that no-one was home. Now he'd come to the centre of city, in the hope of finding the person he was looking for and vaguely remembering Ann mentioning that her favourite used bookshop was here. He hadn't seen a purple jacket in the house, which was a good sign. Hopefully, that meant Ann was wearing it. He looked around, found himself a seat on a bench and settled in with a sigh to wait.
Twenty minutes later he was still waiting, indescribably bored. As such, he almost missed the purple jacket as it went into Collin's books. Getting up, he hurried into the shop. It took him a few seconds before he spotted who he was looking for. A short girl, about 15-16 years old, wearing a purple jacket and with a Pikachu plush toy tucked under one arm. As Kyle watched she looked over the shelves then picked a thick Wheel of Time book off one of the racks.
'Bingo,' Kyle thought, knowing Ann adored the series. After a moment, he walked up to the girl as she was paying.
"Excuse me, are you Ann Star?"
"Er… yeah." Ann replied, giving Kyle a strange look. "Do I know you?" Kyle held out a hand.
"I should hope so little sister," he told her, grinning as the nickname made her look sharply at him. "I'm Kyle Evanick."
"KYLE?" Ann exclaimed, her eyes widening. The other nodded and Ann took the offered hand, shaking it with a smile. "I thought I recognised you from your picture…"
"You remember that?" Kyle frowned. That had been a while ago.
"It's one of the few that stuck," admitted Ann, grinning ruefully. She made no secret of her poor memory for faces. "Come on, we're holding up the line." Indeed, more then a few of the people waiting were giving the pair irritated looks.
Once they were outside, Ann's book now in a carry bag, they flopped onto the same seat Kyle had been waiting on. "So why are you here?" asked Ann. "I'm sure that you're not here just for a visit."
"What makes you think that?" countered Kyle. Ann laughed.
"You live in the US. This is Australia, on the other side of the world," she pointed out. "Not that it's not great to see you in person for once, but I seriously doubt you'd come all this way just to surprise me."
"Well, you're right," admitted Kyle.
"It happens sometimes," agreed Ann. "So, what's going on?" Kyle grinned at his 'adoptive sister' and the red-head eyed him warily.
"Tell me Ann… What's your memory of Power Rangers like?"
"You are kidding," breathed Ann, staring at Kyle. As proof, he twisted his wrist, calling his morpher, then dismissed it again.
"Wow," Ann said simply. "Well, you can strike 'Can you prove it?' from the question list." As quickly as he could, Kyle explained everything he'd learned so far.
"So I have to recruit Rangers from around the world before Dantai gets any ideas," he finished. Ann just looked at him, a silent 'What does this have to do with me?' written in her eyes. Taking a breath, Kyle held out the Pegasus morpher. "Will you be the Purple Ranger?"
"Are you serious?" Ann asked, taken completely by surprise. Kyle nodded and handed the morpher to her. Almost immediately, it crackled with energy, hissing in triumph. For a long time Ann just sat there, looking at it and shaking her head with a wry smile. "I can't believe this…"
"I understand," Kyle replied. "I'm still trying to assimilate this myself." He waited for a little longer before asking "So, will you do it?" It took a minute longer before Ann sighed and looked at her brother.
"Well I guess it's a good thing that fifty percent of my stuff is purple," she told him, chuckling as she strapped the morpher onto her wrist and showed it to Kyle. "I'm in."
"Welcome to the team." Kyle grinned. "All two of them. Come on, we'd better get back to the Power Chamber." Suddenly a horde of creatures materialised and surrounded them, accompanied by a blue-haired girl and a bipedal wolf in armour. Kyle and Ann sprang to their feet. "Ninjor, what are these things?" Kyle asked over the communicator.
"They are called Darkcrons, Dantai's foot-soldiers," came the reply.
"In other words, the cannon fodder," Ann translated.
"They sort of look like the love children of Putties and Tenga's." Kyle remarked.
"Who's the girl who fell into a paint bucket?" asked Ann.
"That's Nitra," Kyle said, amused.
"That's Nitra?" Ann remarked. "You forgot to mention we were fighting a Sailor Scout."
"Yes, and if you value your life, you'll refrain from comparing her to a child's cartoon!" the wolf snarled.
"And who are you supposed to be?" Ann asked, with a fake yawn. "WereGarurumon, Knight Mode?" Actually, she had a pretty good idea from Kyle's explanations, but she enjoyed running her mouth off. Besides, the banter was part and parcel of things.
"I am Tyranus, master warrior of a thousand galaxies. No mere human can defeat me." As, of course, was the exaggerated boasting from the bad guys.
"We're not mere humans." Kyle pointed out.
"Oh, really?" Tyranus sneered. "You're hardly the cream of the Ranger crop"
Ann's face remained impassive, though Kyle's twisted into a rueful look. Nitra nodded.
"And two mere bottom-of-the barrel Rangers will be no match for us." Her voice was nothing like Nadira's had been. In fact, it was quite pleasant.
"Maybe we'll surprise you," Ann called back. She looked at Kyle and shrugged. "I guess they haven't seen the show."
"Most of the Rangers on the show are black belts," Kyle replied.
"Good point. I guess we'll just have to Billy our way through." Kyle nodded.
"Ready?" Ann nodded back.
"Yeah."
"Enough of this!" Tyranus declared.
"Darkcrons, attack!" Nitra ordered.
"Then it's Time to Strike!" Kyle commanded.
"Going Hyper!" Ann concurred.
"FLAME JAGUAR!"
"LIGHT PEGASUS!"
In twin flashes of light, they transformed. Kyle into Red Ranger, Ann into Purple Ranger.
"Strike Blades!" Red Ranger commanded. Both Rangers pulled their 'Hyperlaser' pistols from their holsters and switched them into short swords. Then they charged into the fray. After the initial blows were exchanged, they moved away from each other, forcing the Darkcrons into two groups. In this manner, they were obliterated.
"Hey, Ann, I think Ninjor watches the show," Red Ranger commented as they polished off the last of their foes.
"Why do you think that?" Purple Ranger asked, curious.
"Because if I didn't know any better, I'd swear this was Quantum Ranger's Chronosabre." Ann chuckled at that as the last Darkcron fell to her blade. Then they turned and faced the next challenge, Purple Ranger opposite Nitra, Red Ranger against Tyranus.
"Surrender," Red Ranger ordered.
"Never!" Tyranus declared in true pantomime style. Nitra chuckled at the wolf.
"Sorry, Red Ranger. Having too much fun," she quipped.
"And here I thought the hair dye had just leaked into your brain," shot Purple Ranger. Nitra ignored her.
"Power Weapons!" Red Ranger said. "Star Sword!"
"Wing Shield!" called Purple Ranger, switching her Strike Blade to her right hand. 'The added protection can't hurt,' she thought, seconds before Tyranus and Nitra drew their own blades and the two pairs of combatants rushed at each other. Kyle was instantly in trouble. As it happened, Tyranus hadn't been boasting. After taking a few hits, the Red Ranger was instantly forced on the defensive.
Despite having a significantly weaker opponent, Ann wasn't doing much better. After trading blows for several minutes, Nitra managed to dash the both Ann's Strike Blade and Wing Shield from her grasp, forcing Purple Ranger to dodge her sword. Fortunately, her Ranger abilities had made her very capable in this area. Nitra aimed a kick at the other girl's chest which she blocked with both arms, forcing the villainess to back-flip to get away and regain her footing.
"I see Paris, I see France, I saw Nitra's underpants." he sing-songed, recalling the old playground rhyme. Despite it's childishness, Ann knew exactly how pissed off the song made most girls. Besides, what modern woman, alien or not, was stupid enough to go into battle in a fuku? The Sailor Scouts got away with it (just), mostly because they were wearing leotards. Her song had the desired effect. With a furious hiss, Nitra lunged for the younger girl, fully intent on silencing her. Quicker than thought, Purple Ranger vaulted over her. As she landed, Nitra turned, surprised, and she floored the villainess with a perfect roundhouse kick. Her sword flew through the air and bopped a surprised Tyranus on the head, causing him to drop his own blade, allowing Red Ranger to temporarily go on the offensive, attacking with all the speed and firepower of a jungle cat.
"Return!" Purple Ranger called. Her Wing Shield and Strike Blade flew back into her hands and she dismissed them both as Nitra got up and they went at it again, hand to hand this time.
On literally the other side of the street, the battle had turned against Red Ranger. Tyranus had shaken off the disorientation from the sword induced headache and now he was pissed. As a result, Kyle was getting the shit beaten out of him. Ann scowled under her helmet as she noticed this. 'I've got to finish this,' she thought and quickly ducked down, scooping a handful of dirt up from the gutter.
"Hey Nitra, catch!" That was all the warning Nitra received before the damp and smelly dirt slapped her in the face, blinding her for the moment. Ann pressed her advantage ruthlessly, once again transforming her Hyperlaser into its Strike Blade mode and slashing Nitra across a girl's most sensitive body part, her breasts. Nitra fell back in shock, doubling over in pain. She had seen the show, in fact, to get a better idea of her brother's foes. She had never expected that one of Zordon's Chosen to fight dirty. Apparently, Ninjor had different standards. She looked up to glare…just in time to see his glowing fist connect with her jaw.
"POWER PUNCH!" Purple Ranger yelled as her uppercut sent Nitra sailing back. "Had enough?" Purple Ranger asked sweetly as Nitra landed firmly on her ass. In reply, she vanished. Satisfied, Purple Ranger turned round… just in time to see Red Ranger collapse from a blow from Tyranus's now retrieved sword.
"Kyle!" Purple Ranger leapt high, towards Tyranus, Shield held above her head. At the apex of her jump, a ray of sunlight fell upon her shield and with a flick of her wrist, Purple Ranger redirected the newly formed laser straight at Tyranus. The wolf screamed as the burning ray slammed into his body. Purple Ranger's feet had barely touched the ground before she jumped again and spun, striking Tyranus across the chest with her Strike Blade. A second underarm blow struck the wolf across the jaw, sending him flying in a similar manner to Nitra. However, Tyranus still had the presence of mind to land on his hands, flipping himself to his feet.
"Return!" he snapped and his sword flew into his hands.
"Huh," Purple Ranger mused. "Guess I'm not the only one who can pull that trick." She looked at her partner in concern. "You alright?" she asked.
"I'm okay." Red Ranger lied, getting to his feet only by propping himself up on his sword and a helping hand from his sister. Truth was, doing this much had nearly exhausted both of them. They looked at Tyranus. "Think we can take him?" Kyle asked.
"I don't know," Ann replied, worriedly. "I barely managed Nitra and she was the easy one."
"I'll destroy both of you." Tyranus declared, charging.
"Yeah right!" Red Ranger snorted. "Attack together! Star Sword!" he held his weapon ready, igniting the blade.
"Wing Shield! Ready!" Purple Ranger concurred, her Shield blazing with light
"Now!" Red Ranger commanded. Both Ranger's held their weapons high, then brought them together, crossing them then pointed them forward. A beam of laser light, far stronger then any the Wing Shield could manage alone, shot from them, picking up Tyranus and blasting him across the length of the street (And trust me, it's a long street.) He landed just outside Rivers. By the time he got to his feet, the Rangers had caught up, Power Weapons ready, trying not to show how tired they were. The Grid was replenishing their energies, but not fast enough. "Your move, Tyranus," Red Ranger announced. Tyranus looked at the siblings, considering his options.
"Another time, Power Rangers." he snarled disappearing. Ann let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding.
"Thank God that's over," she muttered. Kyle shook his head slowly.
"I don't think so," he remarked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if this were Rita, right about now…"
Just then a fresh batch of Darkcrons appeared, accompanied by something that looked like an overgrown Pikachu.
"..is when she'd send the monster," Ann finished with a sigh. "Sorry, I'd forgotten." Though something about this monster was very unnerving to the girl. Something unnerving and… familiar…
"Pikachu… Evening, Rangers," the monster grinned. "You both look all worn out. Looks like me and my new friends here have the easy job."
"And who are you supposed to be?" Purple Ranger asked.
"Well Ranger," the monster bowed his head at them in a mocking gesture of respect. "The name's Pikalator… But I've been known as Tuono in the past…"
Behind her helmet, Purple Ranger paled considerably and turned to cast a horrified glance back at the bench where she'd left her book and Pikachu toy. There was no sign of the toy. "No…" she breathed, staring back at Pikalator. "Tuono, don't do this!" she pleaded. Pikalator shrugged.
"Sorry Pipika," he told her. "Order's are orders. Maybe you'd consider the possibility of surrender?"
"We accept," shot back Red Ranger. Pikalator scowled at being one-upped.
'He's certainly got the personality I gave Tuono,' thought Ann sadly, downhearted at the knowledge she was going to lose her favourite procession.
"Enough talk." Pikalator decided. "Darkcrons, finish them off! I'm going to have some fun on the beach." With that, the overgrown toy hightailed it.
"No you don't!" Purple Ranger snapped, vaulting over the Darkcrons in pursuit. They watched her go, then shrugged, surrounding Red Ranger, who had dismissed his Star Sword in favour of his Strike Blade.
Pikalator made it to Saint Kilda beach just as Purple Ranger caught up, Shield glowing. "It's High Noon! This is your final battle, Ranger!"
"Actually it's a quarter past two," Purple Ranger corrected, "but don't let that stop you, you yellow bellied coward!"
'Touché,' Pikalator thought, though he wasn't going to give Ann the satisfaction of telling her. Instead, he assumed a fighting stance. "You're finished!"
"Bring it on!" Purple Ranger snapped, equally ready. "Sorry Tuono, it's you or me… And I fight to win, as you know."
The two went at it. Pikalator's greater amount of speed gave him an edge until the Purple Ranger managed to slash his front paws and giving her the opening she need. Intending to use it, she charged up the shield and sent another laser into the chest of her foe. However, though the hit did some damage, the expected surge of burning might never materialised. Pikalator staggered back, surprised he was still alive.
One look at her Power Weapon and Purple Ranger instantly realised the problem. "Shit," she muttered, "my Shield is running out of energy."
"Too bad for you!" Pikalator responded to this piece of good news by firing a barrage of small, but powerful sparks. Purple Ranger dropped her shield; though none of the barbs had penetrated her suit, she'd still had the wind knocked out of her. Pikalator charged, using his tail to send Purple Ranger flying onto her back, where she made no effort to get up again. Ironically, the only thing that kept Purple Ranger conscious was the sensation of Pikalator's foot in her stomach.
"I never miss at this range." Pikalator promised. Purple Ranger smirked.
"Neither do I." Drawing her Hyperlaser, she fired, forcing Pikalator off her and giving her room to stand. "Power Rangers!" she cried, a power surge replenishing her energies in an instant. 'I wish you'd told me I could do that earlier,' she groused to The Power. It ignored her, naturally. "Strike Blade!" Purple Ranger called. Once more she vaulted over her foe, turning in mid air and slashing Pikalator with the blade. This time, damage done was plenty.
"Time to stop playing games!" Pikalator roared angrily.
"I quite agree." Purple Ranger replied. "Strike Blade, Freestyle!" The Blade glowed with power. With that, Purple Ranger charged, striking Pikalator diagonally and then once with a mighty underarm swing which sent the monster flying through the air to crash into the sand. Much to Ann's annoyance, even though Pikalator was smoking all over his body, he still managed to launch another volley of sparks, which the Purple Ranger hastily blocked with her shield. "What does it take?" she snapped.
"Mind if I have a go?" Red Ranger asked, appearing behind her suddenly
"Kyle!" Ann grinned. "Good timing, big brother!"
"My pleasure. Star Sword, Ignite!" The Red Ranger formed a circle of fire in the air, in the same manner as the Lightspeed Megazord and Red Battle Warrior before him. He braced, then swung, scoring the final blow.
"Yes!" Purple Ranger cheered. Both turned and posed as Pikalator collapsed and exploded.
"Hah, I'm not finished yet!" Pikalator got up one knee.
"Fuck!" Purple Ranger snapped. Pikalator pulled out what looked one of Zedd's Monster Growth Bombs and smashed it, instantly growing to Godzilla proportions.
"Ok, that's big." Red Ranger noted.
Purple Ranger had to agree, but she was currently somewhat pissed off that a monster she'd put so much effort, both physical and mental, into destroying was still walking around.
"Let's get the Zords," Red Ranger said. Purple Ranger held up a hand.
"Thanks for the assist, but he's mine."
"Now, wait a minute…" Ann ignored him.
"Pegasus Hyperzord!" There was a sudden silence, a strong breeze, then Ann's Zord exploded from the clouds. Red Ranger stared at it. The Zord in the Megazord transformation had been far more robot-like in order to form a leg solid enough to support the Megazord's body. This Pegasus wouldn't have looked out of place in a girl's anime, having a shining purple body and silver hooves, wings, mane and tail.
"Whoa." Pikalator commented, impressed. Kyle sweat-dropped.
"Ok, he's yours." Ann looked at him.
"Thanks," she said, dryly. Then she teleported to her Zord. After a movement for her pilot to absorb the knowledge she needed from the Grid, including a piece of information that brought a smile to Ann's face, the Pegasus took off, hovering several feet above the ground. She then launched herself at Pikalator and struck him hard with her hoof, sending him flying out to sea. Pegasus quickly followed, landing not far from the downed Pokemon. Muttering something about not getting paid enough, Pikalator got up again and fired a barrage of shocks, taking a chunk out of Pegasus' shields.
"Knock it off, you bastard," Ann snarled. "I only just got this thing." From somewhere she got the impression that the Pegasus was offended about being called a 'thing'. "No offence meant, Pegasus," she told her, apologetically. "How about we show him what you can really do?" Her Zord thus placated, she tapped in a quick command sequence, hitting the return key perhaps a little harder than she should have done. A localised Earthquake swept out from Pegasus and Pikalator fell on his face with a splash.
"I wish you would stop doing that!" he snapped.
"Then how about I do this?" Purple Ranger asked. "Wrap!" A long thin laser lashed out and wrapped itself around Pikalator. "Heat mode!" Purple Ranger commanded. At once the laser raised its temperature to around a tenth that of the sun, burning Pikalator and boiling the ocean waters. However, Pikalator lived. The same could not be said of every fish within about a ten mile radius. Red Ranger, who had been about to wade into the water for a better view, quickly changed his mind.
"You alright up there?" he asked over communicator.
"This electric rat's refusal to faint is driving me insane!" his sister replied. "Otherwise, I'm fine."
"You're already insane."
"Valid point." Ann conceded. "Alright then. Let's try something else."
With that, the Pegasus, using it's tail to hold on to the Pokemon, began to spin and whirled Pikalator around at several times the speed of sound.
"Stooooop, pleeeeeaaaaase!" Pikalator wailed. "PIKKKAAAA! I'm gonna be siiiiiiiiiiick!"
Purple Ranger waited until she was bored, and getting mildly sick herself, then let Pegasus throw Pikalator away. The Pikachu staggered to his knees and threw up, polluting the ocean with whatever it was he last had for dinner.
"I thought Rangers weren't supposed to fight dirty," he complained.
"Wrong Rangers," Ann explained sweetly. "And it's time I put you out of your misery. Pegasus Hyperzord, Ray of Vengeance attack!" Energy began collecting in the solar cells contained in the hood. The Wing Shield, super-sized, appeared on the front of Pegasus, glowing and signifying full charge.
"FIRE!" Purple Ranger yelled. A bright beam of energy blasted out from either side of the shield, intersecting exactly on target. Pikalator glowed for a moment, then… shrank?
"What on earth?" asked Red Ranger as a fainted, but living, breathing, normal sized Pikachu washed up on the shore.
"Well, The Power said Ray of Vengeance could have… unexpected results," murmured Ann, reappearing, unmorphed, on the shore and picking up the Pikachu.
"No kidding," muttered Kyle, demorphing.
It took a morph, but Ann's mother was eventually convinced to let her go with Kyle to save the world, provided she still got to school on time every day. Her father didn't give a damn, as Ann had expected and to Kyle's annoyance. Ninjor quickly arranged for the rest of Ann's things to be teleported into the Power Chamber from Melbourne.
Two down, four to go…