Operation Overdrive: Obscured Fate!
Chapter 16: True form of a Temprition.
A/N: To – LORD DESTRYUCK's review: Yes, I loved their songs! Some of them were a bit strange but the melodies they carried were amazing.~
I give them a shoutout to their hard work and efforts! Keep up the great work!
~~Kamdor~~~
After what felt like hours, Kamdor took a small container from his pocket. What Iseldur did for him and Miratrix would not go ignored. Treating her severe wounds and his mild ones gave him a different view of her.I barely managed to track her down.He pondered briefly and recalled how he escaped the crimson warrior whose name remained unknown.
Regardless of how Evil he is, there was a deep respect for the goth now. He'd never admit to himself that she was a powerful warrior, one that he hoped he could test his skills against. A Master versus another Master, it would certainly give him more experience.
One look at the patched-up laceration on his bicep, and he hummed and thought to himself. Iowe her. If it weren't for her, we would've bled to death. That Elite, she called him... Let us go for some strange reason, and told us to find Iseldur.Emotional conflict stormed his heart. He didn't like being used like that, but what other choice was there when they were dying?
Next, the small container's lid was popped open by his thumb, and a needle poked out. He gave the sleeping Kunoichi a swift look before eyeing the container again.
Right into his bicep, he stabbed the needle, albeit grunting from the slight sting. Immediately, he took it out and started to feel his body heal quicker. It took several minutes for his wounds to completely heal, and now he was putting his armor pieces back on. Snapping them and making sure they weren't loose.
With one final glance at Miratrix, he took out another small container, gave her the same treatment, walked out of the room, and left the Dojo.
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Back into Flurious's lair, he entered as if he owned the place. All ready to continue with their plans to obtain the Ki-Amuk cannon, however, the look on Frosty the Snowman's face wasn't a pleasant one.
"Ah, Kamdor. Welcome!" Greeted the icy douche with a lift of his hand.
"Have you achieved it? The parts I lent you should've been enough to create the large robot and dig into the planet." He stepped closer, inched near Flurious's face, and expected an answer he wanted to hear; seeing the frown on his face was self-explanatory. "I see... The Cannon of Ki-Amuk has fallen into the Rangers' hands!" Averting his attention, he stepped away and, with a slight movement to look over his shoulder, he made his irritability known. "Nice work, Ice Man."
"What happened to your part of the deal?! You were supposed to take care of the Mercury Ranger!" Right away, he and Kamdor prepared their weapons and took a stance to fight.
"I had to deal with inconveniences! Especially that Crimson War-" Before Kamdor could explain himself any further, a voice echoed through the cave and caught their attention.
"No one's going to destroy the Mercury Ranger, except us!" Benglo declared as he came in with his buddy, Mig. Tension thickened the air the moment they said that, making a competitive sense wash over them.
"How –dareyou show up here, after you've betrayed me!" Flurious yelled, his fury reflecting through his icy blue gaze and in his voice. Unbeknownst to Kamdor, there was a deeply rooted rivalry between him and Mig, one he'd never know about.
"We're the Fearcats! We don't answer to you, or anyone else!" The moment the Fearcats unsheathed their blades, the Ice Man whirled his Staff in a poor attempt to knock Kamdor over and leaped with a mighty swing of his weapon at Benglo.
Kamdor joined the party, by trying to bring his metal down against Flurious's back, but missed. He had to lift both of his blades to block the cat's simultaneous strikes, as he stood on one leg. Annoyed that the Ice Man ducked and ran forward. From there, the fight went on, full of anger, secret jealousy, and competitive prowess.
However, Flurious's screen rose from the snow, showing Moltor. "Brother!" His voice made everyone halt, drawing their attention simultaneously in the fiery man's direction. "Remember the crimson Warrior, the one you said the Assassin woman called theElite?" he asked, as Kamdor stepped away and clenched his fingers tighter around his blades.
"Yes! What of it?!" Still fuming over the betrayal and competition, the Ice Man asked.
"Meet up with me! There is a fight between one of the Rangers and the Elite!" With that, the icy screen fell back into the snow and welcomed an awkward silence.
They all looked at each other, confused and slightly curious over the matter since it was about the Elite warrior and a Ranger. "A momentary truce?" Kamdor asked with a subtle cock of his head.
"Fine, then! Let's all go!" From there, Flurious and the blue ninja got a bit close to one another before they were teleported elsewhere, leaving the Fearcats to catch up.
~~Andrew~~
In his Estate, Hartford examined a unique piece in his hands and listened to the Rangers spout excited boasts of their official reward. "Check it out, Spencer! Now these are the real things!" Dax's voice echoed through the room.
"I take it – the Mayor gave you these personally?" The Elder's question was more of an assumption, from what Andrew could hear. All he heard after that was a quick 'sure did'. "Oh, very spiffy, indeed.~" Spencer added happily.
In Hartford's hands was the very cannon they sought after and fought over. Its weight made it difficult for him to walk over to the Pool Table. "You deserve it! But we still have work to do." As he placed the weapon on the surface, he continued. "This is the legendary cannon of Ki-Amuk. It might play an important role in the next mission." He added. To say he was relieved would be an understatement, but there was still something amiss.
Something didn't sit right with him. Tray hadn't returned from his task to come and eat or drink something. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, a familiar tune resonated from his TV and made the Rangers' heads perk.
"Hey, guys, look! Jessica's show is on." Ronny chimed in with a smile once she saw the opening from a short distance.
He and everyone else eventually stood in front of the TV, watching and listening to the good news Jessica gave. Telling them that she was quitting and accepting a new job offer as a field reporter for Global News Network. "That's excellent!" Andrew heard Rose speak, unaware of the large smile she had.
Next, Jess stated she wanted to thank Andrew Hartford and his Rangers, claiming them to be an inspiration to everyone; she finished the show with a 'Jessica Jeffry, signing off.'
"Go get'em, Jess." Relief filled him for but a moment, causing a smirk to pull on his lips.
"Look at you, Mr. Hartford.~ You received a live thank you from someone a lot of people watch! You're reputation's only going to keep getting better.~" Mack chuckled with a pat on his shoulder, earning nods and sounds of agreement from the others.
But the falling frown and the contemplative look in his eyes told them something was wrong. He didn't mean to sour the mood. "Sir?" Will's query and lifted brow snapped him out of his thoughts regarding Tray.
"Sorry, guys. But... We need to find Tray. He hasn't come back yet, and it's worrying me. I'll go look for him." No hesitation was made, Andrew was quick to jog out of his Estate, with a few calls behind him saying that they were coming too.
~~Iseldur~~
Now that the goth had equipped her gear and sped through the city, she was already nearing the Estate.Tray... Tray! That kid!All she could think about was how the boy tried to get close to her and hang out. His innocence, his youth, and kindness, he was too young with a future that was still waiting for him.
Where? Where?!Behind her sharp, heterochromia helmet eyes, she searched for him amidst her lightning-fast glide across the treetops. One glance at the device attached to her armored brace she watched a dot blink continuously.
Panic fueled her to move faster, by flicking a finger a certain way to activate the highest speed boost she could muster. It blasted her across the sky strong enough to leave a sonic boom, a bright flash, and a few embers that singed some treetops beneath her.
Yet once she spotted the crimson Elite, she swerved her body in his direction and landed quite the distance away from him with a nasty thwack of lightning. On a knee, she remained, her expression was difficult to read past her helmet, but what she saw startled her.
There in the expanse between them was Tray, coughing and lifting his shield. A giant green barrier formed around him when several cherry bombs were thrown.
"Hahaha! Come on, kid! Give it all you've got!" Hollered the Elite as he cockily stepped closer with his swords ablaze, heatwaves warping some of the air around his hands.
If the goth had looked up and around her, she would've seen the Fearcats, Flurious, Kamdor, a wounded Miratrix who somehow managed to come, and Moltor. Their attention went from the Elite to Iseldur's location, curious to see what would unfold.
She was too busy watching the Elite use his electricity to zip all around the boy, who was holding off the strikes with a barrier made of energy. Each hit seemed to shatter small pieces of his defense, but the kid's resolve and tenacity to keep on his feet had reached the goth.
Tray is...She couldn't even think of the right words to say in her head. Seeing him receive painful slashes on his back, a few times to the sides on his barrier until it broke and left him open for another on his ribs. The screams he let out spiked the goth's trauma and protective nature enough to make her walk in their direction.
Just as she was about to use her electricity to stop the Elite's next strike, she gasped when the crimson warrior flashed and immediately grabbed his throat.
Tray had used his Tracker a second time, unbeknownst to Iseldur, since she just caught up to them. However, she ignored the Rangers and Andrew when they arrived with their vehicles. Her eyes, which were full of disbelief and resurfaced trauma, were trained on the Elite.
The moment Tray's suit disappeared and left him in his torn-up clothes, the crimson warrior slammed the boy into the ground and stomped onto the side of his face; he looked over at her with a sinister, insane smile. "Ah – and there she is! Why don't you take off that helmet and show everyone-" With a lift of his armored hand toward the villainous audience and the Rangers, he continued with a mocking tone, "just who you really are! I'll let him go if you do! Hahaha!" Insanity filled his voice when he laughed.
The goth stared in utter disbelief as her hands slowly lifted and removed her helmet. She didn't care if anyone saw her face or not, she knew they all found out who she was at some point. Her black lips parted, and her eyes remained wide from the brutal display, breaths growing heavier by the second.
"Miss Hyne!" Andrew yelled from a distance, but it wasn't enough to divert her attention.
No. This turned into something VERY personal. Her breaths grew harsher, her ears drowned out the cries of the Rangers who tried to tell her to step away and let them handle it. But they dared not approach her, knowing full well what might happen if they did.
From there, she saw the Elite lift his foot and kick the boy in the face, completely knocking him out. "There.~ Now – let's show everyone just how much of a freak you are! Everyone, look! The monster is here!The monster is here!Hahaha!" He clapped his hands and leaned his head back with a hearty laugh.
The monster is here... The monster is here. The monster is here.The more she repeated what he said, the worse she became. Ice thickened on the right side of her face, spiking out behind her head. Small slits on the left side of her face appeared and released streams of fire that trailed past the back of her head.The monster is here. The monster is here!Her hands slowly rose and shook horribly, before they clamped onto her scalp.
Small whimpers escaped her heavy breaths as she lowered her head and leaned over a little. All six Nerve Slics slithered out from her back, wiggling angrily as they lifted up and into the air like wings. Everyone, even the Rangers, grew silent at the sight, watching the skin on the right side of her turn icy and her left side turn a hot crimson red. Cold mist wafted from her icy Slics as heatwaves wiggled around her fiery ones, looking like ethereal wings when they sluggishly flowed in perfect sync.
(Play:Bury the light by Devil may cry!)
Tears flowed from her devastated eyes, unaware and probably wouldn't care if anyone bore witness to her true form. Her heterochromia eyes glowed through the shadow over her face as she shakily and furiously peeked through her fingers.
The look on the Elite's face told her and everyone else who watched, that he was down-right screwed. What came next, had startled him to the core. Her Slics lifted higher into the air, glowed their respective elemental colors, and a scream of pure rage erupted.
Simultaneously, heat and cold increased around her to the point of causing the environment to explode. As she screamed, she zapped. Disappearing within the blink of an eye and leaving behind a sonic boom, scorching the earth beneath her feet from the speed.
She tackled him at lightning speed, grabbing his face and scraping him across using her momentum. Her fiery Slics grasped him before he could escape the relentless force, tossing him behind her with a jerk of her tendrils and her back.
She didn't stop there. Sheer rage broke through her lungs when she screamed, leaving behind more scorch marks that melted some of the land. The Elite panicked amid his soar, twitching a finger to use his electricity, but wasn't able to save himself in time; she had already caught up.
"What the f-" The Elite barely got a few words in before his face was grabbed again and slammed powerfully with the help of her Slics, into a cliff edge. The momentum of the highest speed boost almost made them go through the cliff and out the other side.
However, impressive bombs propelled him out of the hole she made, sacrificing a finger in the process. She saw it in her blinded rage, how he tried to escape, thus using her tendrils to grab six crumbled rocks bigger than her body and used them as projectiles.
In doing so, the projectiles kept his attention for a mere moment, making him backflip and horizontally spin to cut through them with his searing hot blades. Yet, she was already on him.
Ice blasted a long way and made the earth quake for a moment, nearly covering him if he hadn't dodged in time using his electricity. "You really are a monster! Something that our Master was right to believe!" Despite the pain on his face from the couple of grapples she made, he was still able to grit his teeth and express fear.
There was no talking to her. Nothing was going to stop her from ripping him apart.
When he lifted his blades to block a strike from the glaive part of her Staff, with the speed of her armor's boost, she extended it and effortlessly swiped up to break his stance. A cry left his lips when he felt a deep laceration through his armor and up his chest.
She didn't stop there. With speed faster than his, upon each movement, she zipped back and forth. Faster and faster, so fast that it made everyone who watched have a hard time seeing through the bright blue light in her wake.
Just when she slowed down a moment, she barely got to see him hold his wounds and pull something from his pocket. A small spherical device that glowed yellow.
Sharp teeth on her Icy side grew over her upper lips when she gradually walked towards him like a predator to prey. She watched him carefully, hungry for his blood, trekking clockwise, and heard him grunting in pain.
Her heavy growls of fury and her piercing glare that would send others running had never left her target. Not even when she stopped and flipped her staff so the Glaive could be used. "Ik-halend..." The goth barely managed to say amidst her bloodlust, a word in her language that meant 'Die'.
With that, she used her electricity once more, prepared her glaive, and swiped toward his neck once she was close enough. However, he flicked the sphere before she moved, creating a golden blast that sucked them both in and imploded. Leaving the battleground completely.
Her cry of rage resonated through a long tunnel of colors as she descended with him. Soon falling into a science lab from its ceiling, her Glaive switching to her Stake.
Poised to pierce the already wounded Elite, her Stake was deflected the moment she landed on top of him by the sheer force of his fiery blades. He barely managed to kick her off, for she tumbled backward.
She didn't let that be her end, no. She was far from done with him. The momentum led her into an eventual backflip before she zipped around the strange lab room with her electricity. Again, leaving scorch marks behind. There was a glimpse of a dinosaur man clad in black, but she paid him no mind in her fit of pure rage.
The Elite, too, used his speed to keep up. However, she ran along the walls and upside down on the ceiling, swiping her staff to send waves of ice and fire at her target. Each wave either covered the lab in thick ice or cut through stations from searing heat.
However, the Elite slapped a smokescreen in the way to obscure her. It didn't help since she saw a piece of his head slip past a set of double doors that had claw patterns in the center.
"Get back here, you cowaaaard!" Through a powerful scream, she used her electricity and chased after him. It wasn't long before she caught up like a barreling beast out for blood. His widening green eyes and gasp told her he was terrified. He had every right to be. To anyone who has witnessed her so far, she looked like a sci-fi, supernatural being roaring in blinded rage.
Once again, before she could pierce him, they were sucked into another world by the same sphere. The golden light imploded and left the strange lab.
Through the colorful tunnel and out the other side, she saw him flip and use his electricity to escape mid-air, barely missing the wave of ice that soon spiked and covered a futuristic lobby. A dog head in the floor's center was masked by the destruction until she gave chase using her boost, and shattered the ice with its molten lightning.
Over and over, they clashed, twin blades colliding against the pole of her staff before bouncing back against the vast distance and surrounding walls. Everyone in the building gasped, screamed, and ran away. However, a group of Rangers, including a dog man whom she spotted for a mere moment, stood by to watch.
Her sheer fury burned through her growling throat when she roared, barreling down at the Elite with all three fiery Slics heating the Stake's stone to a bright yellow, almost white.
The moment she landed on top of him, she missed his head by a hair and they were once again, sucked through an imploding portal of gold. This time, it was going to be the last. She wasn't going to let him escape, no matter how many worlds she'd have to go through to reach his head.
"AAAAAHHH!" Another powerful cry erupted when they fell through the other side of the portal and into a Mercenary Outpost. Her tenacity, was like a bulldog and its strong jaws on its prey. She wasn't going to let him out of her sight.
He rolled backward out of the way when she attempted to stab his chest. When the goth saw him run out of the building, limping and clutching his more severe wounds, she roared one final time.
With the electricity, she zapped and cut his legs off. He screamed in agony before she zapped again and dismembered his arms. Next, came his midsection, until she tackled him with brute force from her momentum and lifted her retracted staff.
The glaive end of her weapon was swift in stabbing the crap out of his chest. Her bloodcurdling screams sounded like a beast, with it bouncing in tone upon each thrust of her blade.
(The song ends here! :D)
Finally, his head was next. Her hand grabbed his hair, lifted his head, and cut it off at his neck. It was done. The murderer, the killer of children and elders, another monster made by Nightshade, was ended before her eyes.
Groans followed each heavy breath she took to breathe; her shaking limbs and slow rise brought her to a stand above the severed corpse.He's... He's finally dead.Her thoughts gradually returned after her mind cleared from its raging haze. Exhaustion soon caught up to her, struggling to stand, feeling the effects of the fight catch up and the adrenaline slowly wear off.
Tray's face lingered in her mind after she lifted her gaze to stare at the passing clouds above. The way the kid had fallen unconscious, she could barely recall everything that happened after that.
Everything felt like a blur to her, until she came to realize she was no longer in her world anymore. Soon, she noticed that her surroundings were different. Western-style homes, several people who stood outside of a Mercenary Outpost, and a peculiar duo who stuck out like a sore thumb.
Heterochromia eyes were locked onto an insect-dressed woman and a male who stood next to her, clad in armor with defined muscle patterns on the chest. They had shaken hands, it seemed, before she came out screaming and holding the head of the Elite.
Looks like I caused a scene. Whatever. I'm so tired, I just don't care right now...She sounded as tired in her mind as she looked when the goth swatted her Stake blade out to get rid of most of the blood. Retracting it and sheathing it, she picked up the dead-looking sphere that he used to travel across worlds.
After moving it around and inspecting it more, she noticed the name Nightshade engraved in its black metal.Now I'll have to find a way to fix this thing! How did he even get this? What even is this? Did Nightshade make this, or did someone else do it and put her name on it?Question after question filled her mind as she examined the dead portal device. Frustration was inevitable at this point, for she clenched the sphere and growled beneath her breath.Fu-before she could swear in her mind, the same insectoid woman spoke and gained her attention.
"You, there!" Iseldur didn't cock her head in the woman's direction, not even a subtle movement to show she acknowledged her call. Instead, the goth stepped around the corpse and walked down the Western Town path between the rows of buildings.
Just... Keep walking. Ignore the weirdos in spandex, leather, and armor.Blinking her dual colored eyes, her head shook to get herself to focus more and move on.Gotta figure out how to fix this thing. Then, I need to check on Tray.After that, regret tugged on her heart. Blaming herself for not showing up sooner, for not preventing Tray from going through that beating. Slowly, all six of her Slics returned to her spine, and her true form returned to its normal visage. However, she could feel pain ride up her sides, her stomach, and her shoulders from the fight.
The Elite had dealt some damage while she was unaware during their battle. Blood had been giving her a trail amid her limping trek, yet she didn't let it slow her down any. The goth remained firm despite it all because the only thing on her mind now was the safety of the Rangers, Tray, and Andrew.
A/N:Can you guys guess the people she flew by fighting the Elite? I'd love to know what you think about that. XDD
I was so excited to write this fight that it took me only a few hours to make this chapter. I'm surprised to be honest...
Anyway! Please comment and vote if you like this story so far! :D Would loooove to read them! 3