Disclaimer: Just to keep it simple: A. I don't own Power Rangers. B. I just make fun of them; so don't get upset if I mock your favorite. C. Please review. I don't mind constructive criticism. D. Thanks to Writer's Guide to the Universe and Power Rangers Central for providing a lot of the information that I need.
If you haven't done so, please read the first hundred and fifty stories in "When Rangers Meet," "More of When Rangers Meet," and "Headquarters Where Rangers Meet"
This is story number eighteen.
Maya and Sam
by
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)
"Hi, guys!" Maya called enthusiastically to the Galactic Zords as she hopped out of the jeep. "How are you all? I'm here for that meeting you called, Lion. What? Leo's not polishing you enough? Well, I'll just have to have a word with..."
Maya turned and looked as Leo's jeep finally disappeared. Then she turned back. With a sigh, she leaned against the Yellow Wolf Galactic Zord and closed her eyes to take a nap. It had been an ingenious plan, she thought, to convince those Earth yokels that she could actually talk to the Zords. They were even stupid enough to believe that these mechanical creations were actually alive. Now all she had to do was say that one of the Zords wanted to meet with her to discuss battle strategies or to pass on some sage advice and she could get in a nice nap and out of an unpleasant task, such as scrubbing the motor oil out of the guys' tub after Damon was done with it. "Ah, yes, this is great," she murmured as she started to snooze.
"Hey!" came a falsetto voice from behind her. "Get the #Q# off me!"
Maya jumped up with a yelp and whipped around. But all she saw behind her was her own Galactic Zord.
"Who's there? Who said that?" Maya lowered her voice menacingly. "Who dares interrupt my beauty rest?" There was no way she'd let that new girl out-beauty her. By the time she was done, she'd have all the guys... and maybe she'd grab that Zany guy Karone kept yakking about as well.
"I did," came the falsetto voice from the Yellow Zord. "You must weigh a ton! What've you been doing? Eating out every bakery in this place?"
Maya paled. "How did you know...I mean, how dare you!"
"Yellow's right you know!" came a male voice from the Green Condor Zord this time. "All you come here for is to lean on us. Do you ever bother to polish us?"
"Or oil our gears?" continued the voice from the Blue Gorilla Zord this time.
"But, but, since when can you talk?" cried Maya as she slowly backed away. "Zords can't talk. I must be losing my mind!"
"Yeah, well go find me a Gazelle Zord to chomp on before you do!" called the voice from the
Red Lion Zord.
Maya covered her ears. "I know what it is. It's a punishment from the gods because I dared pretend I could talk to these things."
"Hey! Who are you calling things?" came the falsetto voice from the Pink Wildcat Zord.
"I'm cursed!" Maya whined. "I'm forever doomed to hear things. I'm...what's that?" she exclaimed as a ball of light shot from the Pink to the Yellow Zord.
"And maybe you should change your clothes on occasion," commented her Yellow Wolf Zord.. "My pilot seat is all stinky from that outfit of yours."
Maya narrowed her eyes as she began to reply. But she stopped herself as she saw the ball of light bounce to the Blue Zord. "Oh really?" she asked as she grabbed a butterfly net from behind a rock. And to think she had laughed when Kai had placed it there in case Scorpius ever decided to send a 'disgusting swarm of his own slimy disease infested hatchlings.' Of course, she had laughed even harder when a clearly miffed Trakeenah suddenly appeared, slammed the unmorphed Blue Ranger where it hurt the most and then disappeared.
"Hey!" called the Blue Gorilla Zord. "Can you tell Kai to stop cooking in me? I'm getting too much smoke damage."
"Uh, huh," replied Maya as she raised the net and watched carefully.
The ball of light bounced towards the Green Zord. WHUMP! "Hey!" cried Sam as the net landed on him. "Let go of me! Uh, I mean, please ignore that bouncing light."
"A talking ball of light?" asked Maya in wonder. "What are you some kind of alien being?"
"Uh, yeah, that's it," answered Sam. "I'm a super intelligent alien being who has the power to uh destroy you and your puny planet. So, you can let go of me."
"You know, you're really shiny. And kind of pretty." Maya had almost forgotten about the insults this...thing...had thrown at her...almost. She narrowed her eyes. "What should I do with you?"
"Uh, let me go free?" Sam was getting very nervous. Perhaps it had been a bad idea after all to ditch Nova on the way home and go time traveling to meet different Rangers. He already had the bad memory of the Red Ninja Storm Ranger crying, kissing him all over, and calling him 'Skyla'. But he just couldn't resist playing a trick on one of the past Rangers.
"Maybe I should put you in the refrigerator light bulb," snarled Maya. "After all, the regular light bulb is getting worn out with all my snacking."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! You're not fat, you don't stink, and you're beautiful," whined Sam. "Please let me go home! I'm a Ranger just like you!"
"Yeah? Well, why don't you morph then?" Maya tapped her foot. "I'm waiting!"
"Uh, it's just that I can't right now," replied Sam dejectedly. Of all the stupid things to leave his morpher in the original Pink Ranger's room in Florida. But her anger at him when she realized that she had broken up with her boyfriend for a Ranger who had no body when he demorphed caused him to flee without it.
Maya thought for a second. "Oh, I got it! I've got a nice jar in my room. I'll just poke a few holes in it, stick you in, and I'll have a great night light!" She grabbed the net with one hand and a convenient vine with the other.
"Heeeeeeeeeeellllllllllppppppp!!" hollered Sam as he was taken away.
AN- Sorry for all the delays in writing these things. Real life just gets in the way.
Hey, did you know that there are 9 pairs and 1 triplet of Rangers with rhyming names? Zack/Jack/Mack, Billy/Lilly, Justin/Dustin, Zhane/Shane, Leo/Theo, Kai/Sky, Trip/Chip, Eric/Merrick, Max/Dax, Cam/Sam. Just so you know the kinds of things that go through my mind when I'm driving home from work J
