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ICABW - RPM StrikerS 5
Magical Chronicle RPM StrikerS 5
“Ziggy?” inquired Subaru at their briefing. “His name is Ziggy?”
“Yes. Apparently he is a wanted criminal for stealing both a truck load of medical supplies,” said Vice at their briefing. “Your job is to apprehend him and bring him in before the Cartels find him first.”
“Sounds pretty high level for someone who looks so weedy,” said Tiana, looking over the image of the known gangster sticking a wad of bills into his jacket pocket. “Kind of cute though, in sort of a nerdy sort of way.”
Subaru tried not to look jealous at that as Erio snickered, Caro blushed and Lu blinked. Vice chuckled. “He looks harmless and he is, but the amount he stole got him on the bad side of all of the Cartels. Approximately five million worth of medicine.”
It was a good thing RPM was sitting down, or they would have fallen over in surprise. “Five million?!” gaped Erio. “That’s enough to make ANYONE a wanted criminal!”
“Yes. Which is why we need his side of the story first,” said Vice. “We’ve had reports that Ziggy was headed towards the city of Corinth.”
“Corinth. That’s the new domed city being built on the coast,” said Caro. “Are we taking the zords?”
“Too obvious,” said Vice. “This is going to be an undercover mission, so you need to leave your team jackets behind. Once you arrive however, report in to the Corinth Branch under General Truman. He’ll be able to assign you a liason to the area while you get settled in.”
Kotoha smiled at her team. “This will be your first long distance mission. Good luck Rangers. May the Power Protect You.”
Ziggy knew he was in trouble as he crept up on the young man who was taking a drink of water by the road. He had a beat up looking car, but there was some muscle under the hood. Perfect. On a country road like this, no one would notice.
Grabbing a sturdy looking stick, he crept up and jammed it into the man’s back. “Hands up. I said hands up!”
The man didn’t turn around as Ziggy demanded, “I need your car. And your water and anything else.”
“I don’t have time for this,” retorted the young man. “I need to get to Corinth.”
“Corinth huh? Same here. Hey hey hey don’t turn around, I’ve got a blaster to your back!” snapped Ziggy.
“It’s not a blaster,” reasoned the young man. “Feels like a piece of wood you picked up out of the underbrush.”
Ziggy paused and that was all the time he needed as the young man whirled and broke it in half. “Whoa whoa, let’s not get violent here, I just need to get to Corinth!”
“Yeah? Well so do I. That’s where they took my sister,” said the young man.
“Ah, then we’re in agreement. Because I know the way.” Said Ziggy proudly.
“It’s not HARD to see,” retorted the unnamed man as he gestured to the car. “Get in, and don’t touch anything.”
Ziggy complied, thankful that he had found an ally on the road.
After a few minutes of awkward silence to the hum of the twelve-cylinder engine, Ziggy asked, “So uh, what’s your name by the way?”
“Don’t know,” said Dillon.
Ziggy blinked. “What you have amnesia or something?”
“I never said that,” replied the man testily. “I just don’t know my name.”
“Oh. Well uh I’m Ziggy, Ziggy Grover. And uh, I guess nice to meet you Mr. Unknown…” said Ziggy awkwardly.
“… Dillon. You can call me Dillon.” Said Dillon.
“Oh, well uh Dillon then.” Said Ziggy with a little embarrassed rub of his head.
Another hour passed in complete awkward silence as the city came into view. “There, there it is: the domed city of Corinth. It was built after the great Quake of 2015 that leveled most of San Fran.” Explained Ziggy. “Since then it was built as a marvel of technology. A self-contained biosphere designed for keeping the desert that popped up around it from encroaching into the rebuilt city.”
“Sounds fascinating,” replied Dillon, his tones clearly in the sarcastic. “And underneath it is a evil organization bent on destroying the world.”
“Yeah well we’ve got Power Rangers for that,” said Ziggy.
“What?” inquired Dillon as they passed the gates of the city and entered it proper.
“Power Rangers. You know, the heroes of the world? SPD? Any of that ring a bell?”
“I lived in a secret government facility for most of my childhood and life. The only Rangers I know of fight forest fires,” retorted Dillon as he pulled up into a parking lot. “Out. I’m not taking you any further.”
Ziggy sighed and got out of the vehicle. “Well if there’s anything you need or anything I can do—“
The screeching of tires made Ziggy leap backwards as Dillon peeled off. “—to help. Yeah.”
He sighed and hoped his safe house was still here. And free of Cartels.
“RPM?” The five looked up at the arrival of a fairly tall African American young man who saluted. “I’m Lt. Scott Truman. Call me Scott. I’ll be setting you five up in a place and act as liason until your tenure is done here.”
“Pleased to meet you Scott,” said Erio, taking the lead. “I’m Erio, Series Red. This is Caro, Series Yellow, Lutecia, Series Blue, Subaru, Series Green and Tiana, Series Black. Along with Friedrich and Agito, Caro and Lulu’s familiars.”
“Pleased to meet you,” added Caro, bowing a little.
“Great. I’ll get you guys set up in the civilian base we’ve got set up. Follow me.”
Leading them to the garage down at the bottom floor, a young man in blue stood there. “Scott!” he greeted. “Ye on duty?”
“Yeah I am. Flynn, Power Rangers RPM. Power Rangers RPM, Flynn MacAllister. He and I have been friends since the Quake.” Introduced Scott. “He’s giving us a ride.”
“Aye. It’ll be a little cramped with six of ye in my truck, but we can put maybe another in with Scott.” Said Flynn, pointing to the large blue humvee and the red sports car.
“Erio, why don’t you ride with Scott?” suggest Tiana. “The rest of us can cram into the truck.”
“Sounds good. Let’s go.”
“So I gotta ask,” said Scott as they turned the corner. “How does one get into the Ranger Program? We’ve got none of that here in Corinth SPD.”
“Well it helps to know people, and being picked out by higher ups,” said Erio. “But at the same time, it takes real heart to become one of the Rangers.”
Scott nodded as he pushed the gas, roaring onto the highway. “I tried, once. Didn’t really get far in it though. They chose my brother Marcus instead.”
Erio bit his lip. “Sorry,” he said sadly. “I didn’t mean to…”
Scott chuckled. “It’s okay. It’s not like there isn’t more opportunity out there. I’m sure that we’ll be able to deal.”
Erio nodded as he looked over the highway – and then his eyes widened. “LOOK OUT!”
Scott saw and jammed on the brakes as well as a white-cloaked form stumbled out in front of them, narrowly missing the person by inches. Behind them, Flynn’s vehicle screeched to a halt as well as Scott and Erio got out. “Hey!” exclaimed Scott, going over to the collapsed form.
Brushing the hood away, Erio blinked. “It’s a girl. And she’s holding something.”
Her hand was clasped around a large briefcase that she didn’t want to let go of, and her breathing was shallow. Erio checked her pulse and said, “We can move her. No sign of injury, just exhaustion.”
“Help me put her in the back,” said Scott.
K slowly came to awareness at the sensation of a tiny tongue licking her cheek. Blinking exhaustion out of her eyes, she smelled the sharp tang of coffee being offered to her. “Drink up miss,” said Subaru, offering the drink to the girl. “You’ve been out for a while.”
K looked at it and then snatched up the drink, downing it greedily. When she was done and her mouth properly burnt from gulping hot coffee, she rasped out, “T-thank you.”
“You were out for a few hours,” said Tiana. “You didn’t stop holding onto that briefcase of yours.”
K looked down and indeed, she was still clutching onto the briefcase. “You didn’t try to force it did you?”
“No. Don’t worry you’re among friends. We’re the Power Rangers.” Said Subaru. “The rest of our team are out at the moment doing their jobs but we stayed behind to watch over you.”
“…” said K. “Where am I?”
“Corinth,” said Scott from the door. “You’re in one of the SPD safehouses.”
“I see, so I did make it.” K sighed. “This city is in danger.”
Scott looked over at Flynn who was hovering behind the door and remarked, “Must be a record.”
“Aye,” said Flynn. “This city just finished construction three months ago.”
“What’s it from? Maybe SPD can help,” said Subaru.
“…” With some deliberation, K opened the briefcase and spun it around to reveal several smooth USB devices with belts. Tiana looked at them and peered at the numbers engraved on the side. “Aren’t those Gaia Memories?” asked Tiana.
“After a fashion,” said K. “If you really are part of SPD, then you should know about Alphabet Soup.”
At the name, Subaru’s face darkened as with Tiana’s. “So you have heard of them.”
“Yeah,” said Tiana. “They hurt my brother emotionally. Almost killed his best friend.”
“It’s a long story. But yes, we know about them.” Added Subaru. “Were these developed by Alphabet Soup?”
“Yes, by me,” said K. “My name is K. I was raised in Alphabet Soup in an underground facility somewhere close to here. There are four more that were older than I was, but each was instrumental in development of the Go-Onger Project.”
“So you were kidnapped. Damnit.” Subaru slammed a fist into her hand and there was a minor shockwave from it. “Who were the others?”
“A pair of twins, Gem and Gemma, and two children, now adults, both unnamed. The twins were developing another set of Drivers while the other two were test subjects. I freed the young man, but I didn’t get to see if he freed his sister.” Added K. “These are the results of vast research into the Universal Bio-field, a system of energy similar of that to the Morphin Grid but insulated through the body. These are the Series 1 to 5 Go-Onger Ranger Series. They are admittedly patterned in design and style off technology stolen from Project RPM.”
“Oh this keeps getting better and better,” groused Flynn. “But if they use Gaia Memories, aren’t they technically Kamen Riders?”
“That is correct. These are the only working prototypes of the Ranger-Rider Hybrid technology codenamed Go-Onger. The Go-Drivers work in tandem with the five animal-based Memories.” Added K.
“This is pretty big. What else does Alphabet have in store for us?” inquired Scott. “We’re going to have to report this to our superiors.”
“They’ve got the V-Driver. The Venjix technology reverse engineered from a robot’s programming on the moon. They can unleash Venjix upon this world.” Said K.
Ziggy sighed as he leaned against the wall. He was safe, for now. The house was still abandoned as far as he could tell, furniture wrapped in plastic.
“What am I going to do,” he groaned, rubbing his head.
“For starters you could tell me what you’re doing in my house,” said a female voice and Ziggy turned to see an angry blonde girl, holding a cricket bat.
“Uh…” said Ziggy as Summer Landsdown glared at him for stealing into her family’s summer house.
“Ziggy?” inquired Subaru at their briefing. “His name is Ziggy?”
“Yes. Apparently he is a wanted criminal for stealing both a truck load of medical supplies,” said Vice at their briefing. “Your job is to apprehend him and bring him in before the Cartels find him first.”
“Sounds pretty high level for someone who looks so weedy,” said Tiana, looking over the image of the known gangster sticking a wad of bills into his jacket pocket. “Kind of cute though, in sort of a nerdy sort of way.”
Subaru tried not to look jealous at that as Erio snickered, Caro blushed and Lu blinked. Vice chuckled. “He looks harmless and he is, but the amount he stole got him on the bad side of all of the Cartels. Approximately five million worth of medicine.”
It was a good thing RPM was sitting down, or they would have fallen over in surprise. “Five million?!” gaped Erio. “That’s enough to make ANYONE a wanted criminal!”
“Yes. Which is why we need his side of the story first,” said Vice. “We’ve had reports that Ziggy was headed towards the city of Corinth.”
“Corinth. That’s the new domed city being built on the coast,” said Caro. “Are we taking the zords?”
“Too obvious,” said Vice. “This is going to be an undercover mission, so you need to leave your team jackets behind. Once you arrive however, report in to the Corinth Branch under General Truman. He’ll be able to assign you a liason to the area while you get settled in.”
Kotoha smiled at her team. “This will be your first long distance mission. Good luck Rangers. May the Power Protect You.”
Ziggy knew he was in trouble as he crept up on the young man who was taking a drink of water by the road. He had a beat up looking car, but there was some muscle under the hood. Perfect. On a country road like this, no one would notice.
Grabbing a sturdy looking stick, he crept up and jammed it into the man’s back. “Hands up. I said hands up!”
The man didn’t turn around as Ziggy demanded, “I need your car. And your water and anything else.”
“I don’t have time for this,” retorted the young man. “I need to get to Corinth.”
“Corinth huh? Same here. Hey hey hey don’t turn around, I’ve got a blaster to your back!” snapped Ziggy.
“It’s not a blaster,” reasoned the young man. “Feels like a piece of wood you picked up out of the underbrush.”
Ziggy paused and that was all the time he needed as the young man whirled and broke it in half. “Whoa whoa, let’s not get violent here, I just need to get to Corinth!”
“Yeah? Well so do I. That’s where they took my sister,” said the young man.
“Ah, then we’re in agreement. Because I know the way.” Said Ziggy proudly.
“It’s not HARD to see,” retorted the unnamed man as he gestured to the car. “Get in, and don’t touch anything.”
Ziggy complied, thankful that he had found an ally on the road.
After a few minutes of awkward silence to the hum of the twelve-cylinder engine, Ziggy asked, “So uh, what’s your name by the way?”
“Don’t know,” said Dillon.
Ziggy blinked. “What you have amnesia or something?”
“I never said that,” replied the man testily. “I just don’t know my name.”
“Oh. Well uh I’m Ziggy, Ziggy Grover. And uh, I guess nice to meet you Mr. Unknown…” said Ziggy awkwardly.
“… Dillon. You can call me Dillon.” Said Dillon.
“Oh, well uh Dillon then.” Said Ziggy with a little embarrassed rub of his head.
Another hour passed in complete awkward silence as the city came into view. “There, there it is: the domed city of Corinth. It was built after the great Quake of 2015 that leveled most of San Fran.” Explained Ziggy. “Since then it was built as a marvel of technology. A self-contained biosphere designed for keeping the desert that popped up around it from encroaching into the rebuilt city.”
“Sounds fascinating,” replied Dillon, his tones clearly in the sarcastic. “And underneath it is a evil organization bent on destroying the world.”
“Yeah well we’ve got Power Rangers for that,” said Ziggy.
“What?” inquired Dillon as they passed the gates of the city and entered it proper.
“Power Rangers. You know, the heroes of the world? SPD? Any of that ring a bell?”
“I lived in a secret government facility for most of my childhood and life. The only Rangers I know of fight forest fires,” retorted Dillon as he pulled up into a parking lot. “Out. I’m not taking you any further.”
Ziggy sighed and got out of the vehicle. “Well if there’s anything you need or anything I can do—“
The screeching of tires made Ziggy leap backwards as Dillon peeled off. “—to help. Yeah.”
He sighed and hoped his safe house was still here. And free of Cartels.
“RPM?” The five looked up at the arrival of a fairly tall African American young man who saluted. “I’m Lt. Scott Truman. Call me Scott. I’ll be setting you five up in a place and act as liason until your tenure is done here.”
“Pleased to meet you Scott,” said Erio, taking the lead. “I’m Erio, Series Red. This is Caro, Series Yellow, Lutecia, Series Blue, Subaru, Series Green and Tiana, Series Black. Along with Friedrich and Agito, Caro and Lulu’s familiars.”
“Pleased to meet you,” added Caro, bowing a little.
“Great. I’ll get you guys set up in the civilian base we’ve got set up. Follow me.”
Leading them to the garage down at the bottom floor, a young man in blue stood there. “Scott!” he greeted. “Ye on duty?”
“Yeah I am. Flynn, Power Rangers RPM. Power Rangers RPM, Flynn MacAllister. He and I have been friends since the Quake.” Introduced Scott. “He’s giving us a ride.”
“Aye. It’ll be a little cramped with six of ye in my truck, but we can put maybe another in with Scott.” Said Flynn, pointing to the large blue humvee and the red sports car.
“Erio, why don’t you ride with Scott?” suggest Tiana. “The rest of us can cram into the truck.”
“Sounds good. Let’s go.”
“So I gotta ask,” said Scott as they turned the corner. “How does one get into the Ranger Program? We’ve got none of that here in Corinth SPD.”
“Well it helps to know people, and being picked out by higher ups,” said Erio. “But at the same time, it takes real heart to become one of the Rangers.”
Scott nodded as he pushed the gas, roaring onto the highway. “I tried, once. Didn’t really get far in it though. They chose my brother Marcus instead.”
Erio bit his lip. “Sorry,” he said sadly. “I didn’t mean to…”
Scott chuckled. “It’s okay. It’s not like there isn’t more opportunity out there. I’m sure that we’ll be able to deal.”
Erio nodded as he looked over the highway – and then his eyes widened. “LOOK OUT!”
Scott saw and jammed on the brakes as well as a white-cloaked form stumbled out in front of them, narrowly missing the person by inches. Behind them, Flynn’s vehicle screeched to a halt as well as Scott and Erio got out. “Hey!” exclaimed Scott, going over to the collapsed form.
Brushing the hood away, Erio blinked. “It’s a girl. And she’s holding something.”
Her hand was clasped around a large briefcase that she didn’t want to let go of, and her breathing was shallow. Erio checked her pulse and said, “We can move her. No sign of injury, just exhaustion.”
“Help me put her in the back,” said Scott.
K slowly came to awareness at the sensation of a tiny tongue licking her cheek. Blinking exhaustion out of her eyes, she smelled the sharp tang of coffee being offered to her. “Drink up miss,” said Subaru, offering the drink to the girl. “You’ve been out for a while.”
K looked at it and then snatched up the drink, downing it greedily. When she was done and her mouth properly burnt from gulping hot coffee, she rasped out, “T-thank you.”
“You were out for a few hours,” said Tiana. “You didn’t stop holding onto that briefcase of yours.”
K looked down and indeed, she was still clutching onto the briefcase. “You didn’t try to force it did you?”
“No. Don’t worry you’re among friends. We’re the Power Rangers.” Said Subaru. “The rest of our team are out at the moment doing their jobs but we stayed behind to watch over you.”
“…” said K. “Where am I?”
“Corinth,” said Scott from the door. “You’re in one of the SPD safehouses.”
“I see, so I did make it.” K sighed. “This city is in danger.”
Scott looked over at Flynn who was hovering behind the door and remarked, “Must be a record.”
“Aye,” said Flynn. “This city just finished construction three months ago.”
“What’s it from? Maybe SPD can help,” said Subaru.
“…” With some deliberation, K opened the briefcase and spun it around to reveal several smooth USB devices with belts. Tiana looked at them and peered at the numbers engraved on the side. “Aren’t those Gaia Memories?” asked Tiana.
“After a fashion,” said K. “If you really are part of SPD, then you should know about Alphabet Soup.”
At the name, Subaru’s face darkened as with Tiana’s. “So you have heard of them.”
“Yeah,” said Tiana. “They hurt my brother emotionally. Almost killed his best friend.”
“It’s a long story. But yes, we know about them.” Added Subaru. “Were these developed by Alphabet Soup?”
“Yes, by me,” said K. “My name is K. I was raised in Alphabet Soup in an underground facility somewhere close to here. There are four more that were older than I was, but each was instrumental in development of the Go-Onger Project.”
“So you were kidnapped. Damnit.” Subaru slammed a fist into her hand and there was a minor shockwave from it. “Who were the others?”
“A pair of twins, Gem and Gemma, and two children, now adults, both unnamed. The twins were developing another set of Drivers while the other two were test subjects. I freed the young man, but I didn’t get to see if he freed his sister.” Added K. “These are the results of vast research into the Universal Bio-field, a system of energy similar of that to the Morphin Grid but insulated through the body. These are the Series 1 to 5 Go-Onger Ranger Series. They are admittedly patterned in design and style off technology stolen from Project RPM.”
“Oh this keeps getting better and better,” groused Flynn. “But if they use Gaia Memories, aren’t they technically Kamen Riders?”
“That is correct. These are the only working prototypes of the Ranger-Rider Hybrid technology codenamed Go-Onger. The Go-Drivers work in tandem with the five animal-based Memories.” Added K.
“This is pretty big. What else does Alphabet have in store for us?” inquired Scott. “We’re going to have to report this to our superiors.”
“They’ve got the V-Driver. The Venjix technology reverse engineered from a robot’s programming on the moon. They can unleash Venjix upon this world.” Said K.
Ziggy sighed as he leaned against the wall. He was safe, for now. The house was still abandoned as far as he could tell, furniture wrapped in plastic.
“What am I going to do,” he groaned, rubbing his head.
“For starters you could tell me what you’re doing in my house,” said a female voice and Ziggy turned to see an angry blonde girl, holding a cricket bat.
“Uh…” said Ziggy as Summer Landsdown glared at him for stealing into her family’s summer house.