Chapter 6:
Downtown Angel Grove suddenly became a warzone! The Zeo Power Rangers and The Soldiers of the Future were locked in pitched battle; lasers flashed everywhere lighting up the very sky like a deadly lightshow. "Hawk take off, we need air support!" Captain Power exclaimed to his second in command. With a nod of acknowledgement, Hawk took to the skies, his jetpack's engines screaming as he gained altitude quickly.
Below, the Rangers gazed up at the sky in shock. "They can fly?" Rocky the blue Zeo Ranger exclaimed. Before anyone could give him an answer, Rocky was struck down by a high-impact energy blast courtesy of Tank. Rocky went flying with a scream. He collided with a nearby car, denting it.
"Rocky!" Tanya exclaimed as she ran to her fallen friend. She helped him to his feet and saw that the chest of his costume was smoldering.
"I'm okay Tanya, that's what I get for getting distracted and making myself a target!" Rocky said his voice still a little shaky.
Meanwhile, Adam somersaulted behind the Soldier's defensive line. "Let's try this again!" He said in mid-leap. "You're gonna pay for hurting my friend!" He said as he landed a powerful kick to Tank's chest, staggering him.
"Didn't learn from last time did you?" Tank said as he swung a huge fist at Adam the green Zeo Ranger's head. Adam managed to duck the blow in time but couldn't help but marvel as Tank's fist smashed into a wall, creating a very large hole where his head would've been.
It was Power's turn to be distracted; he went to help Tank when out of the corner of his eye; he saw the rest of the Power Rangers, run toward his position screaming, weapons drawn. "They're attacking us with swords?" he said incredulously. "Team, split up take em down one on one!" He said as he started running, firing as he went. The others nodded including Tank though he had his hands full at the moment.
As the Rangers started running after their foes, they'd forgotten about Hawk and the airborne Soldier of the Future took advantage. "Let's see how you like this!" He said as he launched a missile. The projectile hit the ground in the midst of where the Rangers were standing. The explosion sent them scattering through the air like leaves caught in a tempest. Hawk smiled to himself as he turned around for another pass. "Not bad for an old man" he murmured.
"This guy's mine! He is blue like me after all!" Rocky exclaimed as he withdrew his zeo-blaster. He fired at Hawk which the airborne warrior deftly dodged. "Darn it, I missed!" Snarling in anger though under his helmet, Rocky jumped on his bike and charged off after Hawk. "We gotta take these guys down!" he said to himself as he leaned on the throttle of the bike. The front wheel lifted off the ground coinciding with the roar of the high performance engine. Streamers of smoke still trailed off of his uniform from Hawk's missile hit as he gunned the bike. "Activate jet boosters!" Rocky exclaimed as the bike hit an incline and went airborne. The bike's boosters carried him high into the air; his augmented strength did the rest as he leapt from the bike.
From high above, Hawk circled around for another pass, making sure that he was high enough that ground fire was inaccurate against him. "Dammit John, what did you get us into?" Hawk said to himself though he'd been thinking it over and over. A shape caught his attention from the corner of his eye. "What the hell…" he began before he was tackled by the Blue Zeo Ranger.
They began their death plunge from at least five thousand feet. Even in their plummet, they fought like two enraged dogs over a bone. "Are you crazy? You're gonna kill us both!" Hawk exclaimed as he struggled to right himself and gain altitude.
"I don't care, after the damage you've caused, you've gotta go down!" Rocky retorted. "It's gotta be that way!"
Armored fist clashed against armored helmet as their altitude decreased with each heart-stopping second. Finally their descent ended when they smashed through the roof of an abandoned warehouse three blocks from the hospital. As their inert forms lay still, their respective uniforms of power faded away in a shimmering energy. They lay there three feet away from each other unconscious but alive and most certainly out of the fight.