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High-tailing it out of the garage, Max sped on Drew's bike faster than the speed of light! Metaphorically speaking, of course. Literally to go at the speed of light is impossible even by standards of people in this city of all places. Nevertheless, Max sped off on the bike quickly bu not too fast. Soldiers aren't immune to speeding tickets. Law is the law! Calvin followed suit behind him on his own bike, revving the engine a couple of times by pulling the throttle and burning out with his team as half of an escort for Jane's care. "I hope you two don't mind, I eat in my car a lot," she said to disclaim the various empty bottles of water and wrappers/containers from drive thru windows. She isn't a pig but dang, this car's messy! There were also a lot of school related items like her college books in the backseat, so some of the mess is excused. Smelled like a new car, still, so she isn't too big of a slob! Not everyone has time to keep their car all squeaky clean. "By the way, in the backseat I've got my dress for my sisters wedding folded up in its bag. If it were to get ruined somehow I wouldn't mind at all," she said honestly. Man, that girl does not want to wear a dress. It's like she wants the guys to ruin it! Zoinks!
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Max pulled up by the Corner in a street parking space, killing the engine and getting off with Evie. "You've got a grip, mi amiga," he told her and patted his stomach. Seriously the way she grabbed his abdomen it's a wonder he's not cut in half! Is the driving that bad? A true gentlemen to his nature he held the door open for her as they walked in to be greeted by the still delirious Olivia. When somebody has amnesia and they live life as normal, are people supposed to go with whatever the memory-lost person says or try to not build on the false sense of reality they've got going on? Truly he has never dealt with a case of memory loss like this. Concussions, sure. Tidal having his memory partially wiped and totally altered, sure. But all but basic functions being taken away was new. Something told him it wouldn't go away in a few days. He just cleared his throat nervously and waved her off, walking to Isaac at the counter.
"The city just goes through a lot, uh... my lady?" Max said to her, walking backwards to the counter now. "Just run of the mill stuff tha--oof!" he tried continuing but bumped into the counter with his backside.
Hearing of what Olivia did while they weren't here made Max physically hold back a grin and a laugh. Suppressing that isn't easy!
"I guess we got here in time. She hasn't proclaimed anybody else as her new love has she? She making a membership drive out of romance?" He joked and chuckled, snickering to the point where he was putting his hand over his mouth. He paused when Isaac mentioned the bike.
"Yep I totally totaled it. It exploded, grew giant, exploded again, how it normally works in Inezia," he strung along.
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"God damn, roadkill stinks!" Jane blurted as everybody arrived on scene and she parked her car. Calvin stopped his bike in front of it and caught a whiff. Jesus, whatever died sure wasn't considerate of anything with a sense of smell! Rude roadkill! Bad roadkill, bad bad bad.
Checking to see that they weren't the ones who hit it and probably just ran over something already dead, they followed Drew out to the parade grounds. Scattered ribbons, instruments, candy, bits of junk that mysteriously make their way to any public event in every single part of the area. What is it with various bits of junk just strolling into town like they owned the place? What are they, the Rexians?
Calvin observed the trumpet Drew held carefully, covering his ears out of caution when he blew into it.

Never in his career had Calvin had to investigate instruments handled by the Armada. Weapons of mass destruction sure, never musical instruments that a high school band is likely to play with at pep rallies. Lingering smoke from blasts fired earlier filled his nose. "Dang. You ever think about how this is all magically gone the next day? Tidal, you remember when you me and Olivia had to help clean up before right?" Calvin asked as he picked up a flute. Hold the phone. "Now how the hell does this have spit...Dytrons don't have spit. Or...do they?"

Off in the corner, Jane laughed to herself. She found the drum broken during Lucas' fight before. "Hey guys, Lucas, check it out, a drum roll!" She said, cackling hilariously as she rolled the drum like a tire. She held her gut and snickered some more. "Oh, I could just beat myself up." Oh, the pun... The drum hit Lucas' leg and fell over.
 
"I can see you do," Lucas noted plucking a wrapper with some molten candy bar off the backseat. Yuck! Excused or not, this was still rather gross. If Jane were to speed up with her car and just knock the bag with the dress over, it would be ruined in no time. Stuck on the grease and molten candy bar lingering in the back of the car. He chuckled quietly at Jane's obviously not wanting to wear a dress. Actions like these were things he could see Evie doing. Or Lucy, way back then. Even though they weren't even old enough to get a driver's license back then. And to just go for a bike ride in the woods and happen to drop your dress in a puddle of mud... no, that was too obvious. Didn't mean he felt sorry for Jane, though. This was only a once time thing, anyway, right? Just her sister's wedding.

Tidal sped off out of the garage alongside Calvin, escorting Jane's car. Dang, this felt pretty epic indeed! And it likely looked cool to passersby too. Clearly someone important driving past or something serious going on. Then again, when isn't there something serious going on here in Inezia, where giant monsters showed up almost weekly and there was the ever-looming threat of evil aliens completely taking over the place.
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"Well, I'd rather not be flung off a bike and die. Kind of a lame way to go, innit?" Evie commented and playfully punched Max' arm. Really... an accident was so... standard. Or maybe not, in a city that's under the regular attack of aliens and robots. But that's part of the problem. She's a soldier, and would much rather go down in battle. Or loooooong after retirement. She honestly felt sorry for Olivia... not knowing what she was doing at all, but thinking she was absolutely sure. Oh, but this was definitely something Evie would use against her to tease her with. Because that's the kind of person Evie is.
"Well, we were sent here to ensure your safety," Evie said, just going along with the whole act. "The city looking apocalyptic in places is exactly why. Surely you remember Sousatron? He was sent into this city by another evil kingdom. By a queen who has for the longest time tried to conquer your father's kingdom. And the Power Rangers are the... eh... heroic knights defending the kingdom." That wouldn't horribly jog her memory, right? Evie was really trying to stick to Olivia's little delusional fantasy world.

Evie turned to the counter, grinning as Isaac told them what she had been doing. She strolled over to them, hushing her voice so that Olivia wouldn't hear them. "Well, at least she didn't go calling the old lady her nursemaid, right? And the old sir another of her butlers? That would have been much more difficult to explain to the couple rather than a cheerful young woman wanting to give them a hug. She wanted to punch Max for his comment about lovers. Joking's all fine, but that was just... no. Not in front of the boyfriend's sister. Evie gets protective like that. But Max' comment was soon forgiven when he made his joke on the Megazord-bike that exploded like things usually do here. She laughed shortly. "The question now, however, is how are we going to keep her here?" she nodded towards Olivia. "Or at least keep her from getting in trouble and doing stupid things."
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"Smells like it's been dead for ages!" Tidal commented as he stopped his bike, covering his nose and mouth with his hand. Damn, this smelled bad! And he had smelled dead things in the Wasteland that had been out in the sun for too long.
"I don't want to know..." Lucas said, stepping out of the car and following the examples of those covering their noses against the horrible smell. They followed Drew to the parade grounds, keeping their eyes peeled for anything suspicious. Junk littered the streets. Made sense after people fled for their lives upon encountering the Armada on what was supposed to have been a fun day out. They cautiously eyed Drew, wondering how good of an idea it was to blow on an instrument when their enemy had just used an instrument to brainwash people.

Speaking of instruments...
"Wow Jane... Making the same joke twice in a day is a new low for you," Lucas commented dryly as Jane once again came up with the drum roll. Meanwhile Tidal turned to Calvin and nodded. "Oh yes, I remember that day, alright." Boy, things took a turn for the weird there. And fake or not, he got to see Damien again. Great! Now the broody guy felt sad and missed his little brother. "And.... maybe it's oil?" Tidal hoped it was oil. Or grease. Something robotic. Nothing synthetic. That would be very unsettling.
 
Shuddering at the possibility of a motorcycle blowing up only to revive as a massive version of itself Isaac shook his head at Max. "And what would that be called? Mototron?" he asked the soldiers. Joking or not, that was probably something the Armada would come up with at some point in time. Now he deserves retroactive rights to the name. God, does Splica owe Isaac money now? Interesting encounter at the bank that would be. Wiping down the counter huddling with the two of them he pondered ways to keep Olivia in one space. Olivia...oh right, this is a day about her!
Fluttering over to them, Olivia snuck up and poked Evie and Max in their backs, liekly scaring them. She's light on her feet! "Excuse me, did you say those... Power Rangers are my protectors? An evil queen or sorceress sent them, huh? What does she live on the moon with a golden monkey warrior?" She asked. Scarily enough that sounded plausible for another villain...but who? Maybe in a comic book. "Why does everyone keep surrounding me with these Rangers anyhow? Who are they to me?" She asked curiously. She sounded like she wanted nothing to do with them. Her inner mind maybe didn't want to be a part of this... Subconsciously she had to have some baggage that's coming out now if that's possible.
"Well...they're your friends," Isaac started. Maybe if they all told Olivia something special about her connections with the others it would help?
The man in the dark jacket suspiciously but subtly listened in on their conversation from his table. Looked like he was hiding something under his feet. A bag of some kind. What's he up to?
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Peeling something from Jane's car off of his ass, Drew tossed it aside. Something seemed fishy about that trumpet. And the drum... the flute... Drew peeled down into the horn and used his phone for light. Something blocked the way inside the workings of the instrument. Shouldn't be there. "Stand aside," he said and threw it down on the ground. Drawing his weapon, he blasted the trumpet on the ground and destroyed it. Frying its...circuits? Trumpets don't have those! "A-ha!" He said and knelt down, signalling for the others to come over. "Look at this. A chip inside of the horn. I fried it but it looks like this might be a source for the memory wiping," he told the others and passed it around. If they can find a pure one, they might be able to help Wilson get Olivia's mind back!
 
Rubbing his arm from the playful punch Evie gave him, Max listened in close to what Isaac was saying while sipping on his coffee. Cup of Joe is the universal wake-up method. Not to say he's tired but what a way to get some energy in the middle of the day. Energy that won't last long and will ultimately stain his teeth but energy is energy. This city, you can not afford to waste it. In case anything happens he has to be ready for it! Certainly not one thing he was ready for, was for Isaac to essentially name the pretend monster. Records and experience did show the Armada has a tendency to name their troops...poorly. Maybe names don't matter as much as power. "If Mototron is after Sousatron, I'm sending the Rangers after you," he joked.
He squeaked like a mouse and caught his heart from going out of his chest as Olivia got behind him and touched his back. Jesus, woman, don't scare him like that! Gwahhh! He frowned as he panted, Olivia sounding less than happy about the Rangers.
He cleared his throat. "Isaac is right, um...m'lady? Calvin, the green one, is one of your best friends. It was in the wastel-...the far off lands that he first saved your life from an attack on a noble quest! He's always been loyal to you," he said about Calvin, referencing the first time he and Olivia morphed.
"Then there's Jane, the blue girl. I guess she's bad at showing it but you probably mean a lot to her. One time hen the floor was wet and you slipped, she jumped under you to break your fall and prevent you from hurting your foot," Max retold about Jane. Didn't recall when that happened, but it had to have happened.
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Jane innocently breezed by Lucas as Drew called them over. "I'm on a roll, what can I say?" At least that was new. She chuckled at herself. "Brilliant, Jane, brilliant," she self-assured. Making jokes is just something she does. Everyone should know that by now. She looked over Drew's shoulder as he spotted something on the trumpet they hadn't seen before. There was a big hole in the drum where Lucas got smashed inside of it... she didn't see anything, though? Calvin stepped back as due to caution as Drew blew up the trumpet. "Some band director's heart just broke," he commented. Instruments are not cheap. But the thing inside of it. It's not normal. Calvin leaned in close to it. "Wow... that has to be it," he said and took it from Drew before passing it along.
"Maybe there's another one in something else here," Jane said. Thanks, Captain Obvious. She mentally grumbled...she wanted to smash the trumpet...
 
Evie sipped her coffee too, listening to the conversation about how the motor monster would be called. As well as the scary accuracy when it came to naming villains. Most robotic monsters had the "-tron" suffix, hadn't they? SousaTRON, DyTRON, DeathTRON, DoomTRON, TypoTRON... just to name a few. "Hey now, don't go sending the Spandex Knights after this kiddo because he predicted the next creature's name," she said. She nearly leaped into the air, spilling her coffee over her shirt when Olivia sneaked up on them and tapped their backs. Seriously lady! Don't go doing that! Someone might end up getting hurt, you know?! Hearing how unhappy Olivia sounded about the Rangers was a bit unsettling, maybe. Sure, she wasn't really herself right now, but surely something inside her mind ought to remember and want to be a part of the team? Right? Right? Oh god... what if they were already too late and Evie would have to wear the pink spandex? PINK! No way in the entire fucking universe! Evie took a deep breath and lightly shook her head.
"He sure is right," she nodded eagerly. "Lucas, the one in yellow, my brother.... I would say he is without a doubt your closest friend. You have so many great moments together that I wouldn't know where to begin. He too has saved your life fairly shortly after your first meeting. Took a villanous blade to the back..." better leave out the detail that said villain was Tidal, now an important part of the team. "And for the longest time there have been lots of jokes between the two of you about bagels. And..." she had to stop herself from rambling.
"The last one is Tidal, the one in black. He looks angry most of the time, but he has a cute little cat. One time his cat escaped from his quarters and was running all over the castle. You helped him find his beloved cat back before she got in any danger." That had likely happened more than once. Or so Evie assumed.
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Lucas and Tidal strolled around the scene, looking at the instruments. Neither had really noticed anything off about it just yet. But Drew was right. There had to be something here. They too wandered over when Drew noted he had seen something, blowing up the trumpet and revealing the inner circuits... wait... a normal trumpet didn't have those! So thjere was something off about the instruments, after all. And of course it had to be robotic and alien in nature. Lucas nodded at Calvin. Poor actual musicians... not only were their treasured instruments used for evil, they were also destroyed. "I feel sorry for the real marching band," he said.
"Probably," Tidal said to Jane, wondering if it would specifically be instruments similar to horns and trumpets. Somehow it seemed easier to hide things in there than in a drum... without altering the sound, that is.
 
Pondering what it is they were saying, Olivia nodded along as blindly as a lost student does when their teacher is lecturing but not getting a single clue as to the meaning of anything. Calvin saving her, Lucas saving her and being super close, Tidal has a cat...ew? Olivia completely rejected the idea of a cat. So unsanitary for a castle! Jane breaking her fall sounded nice. Is it not the duty of a man to save a damsel, however? What an interesting place, this is. Olivia spoke something even more troubling and ditzy. "A bagel, you say? Um.... skinny boy, what is a bagel?" Olivia asked wholeheartedly.
Isaac knew how significant bagels were in her and Lucas' relationship. And he isn't even around all of the time! He dropped his jaw and held on to the counter dramatically.

Olivia looked puzzled. The man in the jacket stood up after finishing his coffee in kind of a hurry. Standing up he picked up his bag as if he had somewhere to go. Something fell out of the bag. Olivia caught a glimpse while Isaac relapsed from the shock of no bagel memory! Little slips of green paper fell from the bag. Numbers on them...currency? Isaac spotted this, too. He shook off the shock and gestured with his brows to the man. Maybe the soldiers should investigate the dude? He dropped more money out of it, cursing to pick it up. "Hey, sir....you dropped something," Isaac called over to him. The man jumped and looked behind him, seeing Isaac, Olivia and two soldiers looking right at him. He's busted! He must have robbed someplace!
The man dropped the bag and withdrew a pistol. That's right, not a blaster...a pistol. Armed with metal bullets, cocked and loaded. "Hey hey I don't wanna use this! Hands up, come on now!" Isaac panicked and went to call help. The man fired a warning shot at the ceiling and made him freeze, hands up in the air. "If anyone moves," he man grabbed the old woman fro the older couple, "then I blow her brains out!" He threatened. Best do what he says... The woman started crying in fear.
Olivia stared, unsure of what the gun was. She forgot about guns? How nice that must be... "Hey, unhand that woman, sir! I order you to release her!" she said as a princess should. Olivia blindly walked closer and the man kicked her back, gun to the old woman's head as a hostage. Olivia had been flung against the counter, hitting her head. He means business!
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"Look around, see what we can find," Drew commanded everyone softly. The sooner they find something here the better. Not that he liked destroying instruments, music is a very important thing to a lot of people. But he'd sacrifice them to help his friend. Not just any friend, either. It's Olivia. She's counting on him, on all of them! Drew picked up another trumpet and tried getting into it without breaking it.
 
Metaphorically speaking, Max spat out his coffee into a mist of fine vapor. Blends of coffee beans and scents of morning breath. Delightful. One thing that is established in the history of mankind as of now is that bagels are the forming foundation of the two-ginger relationship everybody had been egging on for months. She didn't know what they even were. Max frantically yanked a bagel from a case and shoved it in her vision. "This. This is a bagel. You and the ginger man love these things, ya silly quesadilla!" he said to her, deeply offended! How can she forget the pastry of romance???
Quickly cut short, Max went from freaking out over the bagel fiasco to looking in Isaac's suggestion. The man in a dark coat dropped money from a bag. Not suspicious at all. No way. Nothing weird here. His eyes danced around the man's outline, trying to see if he's a known or wanted criminal. Pretty normal dude, it would appear. Just some guy causing trouble, no doubt about it.

Just as he as going to confront him, the guy pulled a gun on them. Max froze and with the instinct of a true soldier, went for his sidearm. The warning shot triggered him--no pun intended--to take it out and aim back at the guy before he took the woman as a hostage. Max froze and backed away, slowly setting his weapon down on the ground. Inside of his head he thought of a way to maybe tackle the guy by surprise and nail him before anyone got hurt. A bit sudden, but clearly they were here at the right time. "Stay calm, ma'am, you're gonna get through this," Max tried reassuring the frightened lady.

Out of nowhere, Tanner showed up. Literally. At the very moment, he walked in with earbuds in his ears. He didn't hear the warning shot, apparently from outside. He walked in right behind the armed assailant. "Hey, watch it, buddy," Tanner said to the jerk with the gun. "Oh, cool gun. GUN??" Tanner double took and froze, hands up high immediately and peering around the guy to not get shot.
When Olivia got hit, Max called out her name and Tanner just shit his mouth. Of all times to get a french vanilla late...
 
She... forgot what bagels are... Boy, that's bad news. Weren't bagels pretty much the reason they got together? Save for Sean, that is... Anyhow... Evie just blinked slowly. How could she forget what such a delicious treat it? One that got her together with Lucas, even! The ditz has officially gone through the roof and straight up into space. Damn.... how was Evie going to break this news to her brother once they'd come back home? If Olivia didn't regain her memories, that is. "Not the only thing you two love..." she commented quietly in addition to what Max said.

Suspicious man in dark clothes, carrying a bad and dropping things? Yeah, that screamed "must investigate"! Evie hadn't really paid attention to the man before. Why should she? Just a customer getting coffee, right? Well, not so much now. There was a looooooot of money in that bag. And no sane person would carry that much cash on them. What made him even more suspicious is how busted he looked upon noticing the four looking at him, immediately drawing a pistol and pointing it at them. "It'll be alright, Isaac," Evie whispered to the boy as he, logically, panicked in the face of danger. Who, save for those who had stood in the line of fire many times before, wouldn't freak out and get scared at the sight of a gun? She would have too, when she was still his age. Best just let the experienced soldiers handle this. The situation quickly took a turn for the worse when he took the elderly lady hostage. Poor lady, going out for a nice cup of coffee and then getting taken hostage by a criminal... "We'll handle the situation," Evie reassured not only the lady, but everyone else too. Except that grabbing any weapon right now would likely lead to an even messier scene. She followed Max' example of dropping her sidearm to the floor, mind racing for another way out. There had to be something they could do, dammit!

Olivia walking straight up to the man was brave. Stupid, but brave. See, there was still something inside there caring about justice and dealing with the bad guys! Unfortunately it only led to her being kicked back and hitting her head on the counter. Evie took a look at her, then back at the man. "I am going to check up on her, and you will let me," she told him in a determined tone, not taking no for an answer. She slowly walked backwards, keeping her eyes on the man. As she reached Olivia, she knelt down next to her. "Are you alright?" she asked. And maybe... Evie was low-key hoping hitting her head would somehow knock her memories back into her.
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Lucas and Tidal nodded, searching the instruments. Tidal stuck with his suspicion and checked on any trumpet, clarinet, horn, saxophone... really anything similar to Sousatron... Not that he knew that much about instruments, anyway. Lucas checked on the drums that hadn't been broken, mostly, lifting them up and shaking them lightly to hear if there was anything rattling in there. Anything that could give away something being in there that wasn't supposed to be in there.
 
"I was kidnapped by the Armada and survived. But there isn't a team of Rangers here," Isaac said to Evie as she noted his panic. The old woman yelped in pain. The guy is holding her way too tight! He's hurting her! At a literal stand still Isaac stood behind the counter wishing he remembered where the panic button was. Under the counter somewhere but after the warning shot he was too fucking scared to move. He gulped, starting to sweat, his armpits really getting dark on his shirt. Not gross, it's understandable.
The man whipped around and shoved Tanner back into a table. "Don't you fucking move. Nobody does or the broad dies!" he shouted, pressing the barrel of the gun into her head. The lady whimpered pitifully, her husband watching helplessly. "Hey, get away from the slut," he called to Evie checking on Olivia.

Olivia's head hurt. Really hurt. She got dizzy, holding her head and not vocally responding to Evie as she checked on her. Just showing her she was conscious and alright. A series of images in her head flashed. What the others told her about the Rangers. Calvin...and a flash of green and pink lights. Tidal, a soft purring sound in her mind. Jane, lots of laughter and general shenanigans. Lucas...her heart raced for a moment at his mention in her brain. But it made no sense. She looked at her morpher and shook her head, still dizzy. Then Drew popped into her head. Something about him. A...memory? He's a protector. The embodiment of...protection...protection....
Gasps escaped her lips in a whispered fashion. For a spurt of the moment, she looked up. Basic instincts. Muscle memory. She saw the danger and quickly processed it. Confused, but she knew she could do something. She didn't know what she was doing but she had do it. Olivia got up on her own and stupidly walked to the gunman after he threw Tanner. Isaac was going to use the distraction to hit panic. The gunman fired again at him. No! Isaac look out!

He then threw the old lady on top of Evie as Olivia foolishly moved in close. He fired again. But with cat-like reflexes, Olivia dodged the bullet and grabbed the mans arm, forcibly removing the gun from his grip by hitting his arm on a chair. The man grabbed her throat, Olivia instinctively kicking his groin and shoving him back, backhanding him across the face. She took a fighting stance and kicked the gun away as he reached for it.
 
A little girl must be in here somewhere because a scream just... oh wait. Tanner. Tanner screamed like a tiny tiny girl as he got thrown. But any normal persons reaction to that would be a scream, wouldn't it? Justifies why he just stayed down after the jerk with a gun tossed him into a chair. Shaking like he were in the north pole and teeth chattering, Tanner just laid back and watched in dread of the moment. "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die," he repeated to himself, panicking. He isn't good in a crisis, can anybody guess?

Did the robber have to call Olivia a slut? "You're talking to a lady, muchacho," Max said under his breath, still on the ground being careful not to alarm this nutcase. Money aside, he's definitely looking for a fight. He's about to get one, sick bastard.
When Olivia got up, Max thought she'd lost it. Maybe she had, who knows? Losing his damn mind, Max went on cerebral overload to find a way to help. The gun fired again and time seemed to slow down. It's aimed at Isaac. Max knew it would either kill him or hurt, but he jumped in front of the bullet meant for Isaac, taking a hit to the arm. Just a graze on the skin, really, but DAMN IT FUCKING HURT. He yelped and fell over., holding the now bleeding arm.

Eyes widened as Olivia began fighting. Fighting! Did she get her mind back? Or does fighting count as basic function? Either way, Max saw opportunity to collect a sidearm and ready it to kill or at least hold the attacker in place.
Tanner got on adrenaline and jumped out of his seat, hitting the attacker in the side with a plastic chair. Hey...adrenaline!
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Nodding, Jane and Calvin went on the search for instruments with weird mechanical bits. "I wonder if there's a marching technoboard. Imagine that for memory wiping," she joked. Calvin sighed as he picked up a trombone.
 
"You're going to regret saying that, trust me," Evie said, smirking at the gunman. Seriously... calling Olivia a slut was a very bad plan. Something about Wasteland memories, and the fact that this badass lady would kick your butt so hard you'd have shit in your mouth for days to come. Or teeth in your ass if she kicked your face, instead. She placed a hand on Olivia's shoulder, checking on her. Hopefully she didn't have a concussion that only made things worse. However, she looked like about a thousand thoughts were crossing her mind all at once. Poor her. Poor Isaac too, for being so scared. Poor elderly couple. Poor everyone on the scene, except the gunman. Man, it sucked to be unable to do anything in order not to risk more victims.

Then Olivia stood up and walked over to the gunman again. "Hey!" Evie called out to her. "Careful sis, you wouldn't want to hit your....--" she cut herself off as Olivia perfectly demonstrated why it had been a bad idea to call her a slut. Even though this was probably just instincts kicking in. The Inner Power Ranger resurfacing, doing what's right to kick villainous butt! Man, she loved that word. Villainous. It sounded so... something good. Oddly. Now who's the ditz? No time to leave the mind to wander unaccompanied though, as the elderly lady was rudely THROWN her way. Evie caught the woman as best as she could... even if it meant mostly the lady landing on top of her. And the gunman shot at Isaac, but Max jumped in front of it. So many things going on at the same time. Evie couldn't keep up with it all. She was so damn near the counter where people were beign shot at, but she also had the woman to worry about. Thankfully she wasn't on her own. She just hoped Max would look after Isaac so she could tend to the lady. "Are you hurt, ma'am?" Evie asked. First priority was ensuring the safety of the civilians at the scene. Then taking further care of the criminal.

Or maybe that wasn't to necessary. Olivia beat the crap out of him, Tanner -of all people- hit him with a chair, and now Max was holding the robber at gunpoint! And the panic button had been hit, so soon enough backup would be there to help them out.
 
Ducking behind the counter of the Corner Isaac would have probably missed the shot anyway. Not to say he wasn't grateful because maybe if he hadn't been fast enough and Max hadn't took the bullet for him... God, Isaac may not be alive. His life flashed before his eyes, so that's a thing hat happens. Actually having it flash like that is a surreal experience. Briefly he remembered his parents and what good people they were, how happy he and his brother were with them. Tragedy took them away, then his damned heart became weak. Now he's a little depressed. Never mind the gunman and chaos happening in his work.
He didn't understand how Olivia was doing what she was doing but he slipped over the counter and checked on Max. "Max, you alright? My God you're bleeding. I have to apply pressure, okay?" He said and just tore his work apron off to help Max's arm. "You didn't have to do that...but thank you... from the bottom of my heart," he said to Max while wrapping the soldier's arm.

Gunman loser snarled like a dog when Tanner hit him with the chair. So dog-like in fact that the lunatic just lunged his fist into Tanner's chest. Had to hurt! Still confused and not sure how or why she was doing what she was doing, Olivia grabbed the mans arms and struggled with him, flailing around trying to restrain him. "You really ought to learn your place, red," he ground his teeth at her and started chucking as if he had more sinister intentions here. A simple hold-up took a way insane turn. Isaac hadn't even gotten to hit the panic button but this might be taken care of already. The man attempted a punch to Olivia's face, but her reflexes made her dodge it and knee his gut, twisting him around with a hearty kick into Evie's direction.
Sitting upright, the woman caught her breath and looked warmly into Evie's eyes. "I am fine, dear," despite the bruising on her arm, she was indeed fine. She warned Evie of the incoming attacker by pointing and widening her eyes. One good hook to the face ought to knock him out!
Isaac thought fast and stuck his leg out to trip the criminal up so he didn't hit Evie before she hit him. It's all he can do, really. Hopefully one of the soldiers has handcuffs on them.
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"Dr. Wilson, Captain, I think we've found the power source for Sousatron's horn. Weird emitter devices are inside of the instruments at the parade site. Might be what we need to make a cure for Olivia's mind wipe," Drew contacted HQ.
"Roger that, Drew. Use the scanners on your morphers to send data on anything you find our way. Captain Scott out," replied the Captain. He nodded and continued looking at the new trumpet. Scanning these little buggers will hopefully lead to a solution to the problem here. Getting precious information o them aside, Olivia's personality had been taken too. The lovable, partly ditzy, super intelligent sweet woman they all knew her as... gone. Drew doesn't just wanted her back. He needs her back. All f them do. Her quick thinking has saved them countless times. Not to mention, Drew likes the talks he and her have together in their downtime. She's easy to talk to, despite her occasional social oblivion.

Up in space, two certain villains looked down at what the Rangers were up to. Poking around where they do not belong, eh? Can not have that. "Volmour, Actera. Put your work on hold. You two head to Inezia, the Rangers are poking around where they shouldn't be. I will finish your analysis, just keep them away from the instruments' inner workings," Splica patched through to her generals. Sousatron bowed, staying on the ship and not going until he was ordered to do so. Generals are more than capable of dealing with the Rangers. Especially since they're one down. Muwahaha!

Observing the trumpet, Drew felt like something was wrong. He set it down next to the destroyed one. He heard something. "I feel like we're not alone anymore, guys," Drew announced. Slowly he turned around and...yup. Company, Two people he really did not want to see. Snapping to attention he braced himself. "About time we get interrupted."
 
"Good, I'm glad to hear that," Evie smiled back at the woman. "The safety of the civilians is our first priority." Just some bruises and a good scare, but the lady got away with it all just fine. Max, on the other hand, was bleeding where the bullet had hit his arm. She was pleasantly surprised by Isaac's quick thinking, using the apron to do some quick tending to the injury. Best take him to the Med Bay back at HQ though, once they could leave here. She would be driving. No way she'd let Max drive in his current condition. He was reckless enough as a driver when he had both arms fully functional. Evie glanced at the direction the woman pointed in, visibly scared. Oh, Olivia had kicked the gunman her way, huh? She quickly got up, standing in front of the woman so she would stay out of harm's way, clenched her fist, and punched the criminal right on the nose. It made a cracking sound. "Ugh..." Evie muttered. Sure, she had delivered a good punch that would keep the man down for a while, but breaking noses was still rather icky. She had done it before, many times. But out of all those times there were only a few that gave her satisfaction. This one not being one of them. She had rather seen this was handled peacefully, instead of with wrecking the entire favorite coffee place of the Rangers. Poor Jim, Sasha, Isaac, and whoever else had to work today would have quite the mess to clean. Speaking of Jim and Sasha... the two were standing outside of the Corner, peeking in through the windows and wondering if it was safe to enter. Unlike Tanner, they had heard the warning shot. After checking that the gunman was down and wouldn't cause any more harm, she gestured to them that it was safe to enter now. Jim pushed open the door, looking around. "What happened here? Is everyone safe?"
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Hopefully this was what they needed to reverse Sousatron's mindwipe. The Armada now didn't just have their hands on valuable intel on... well, everything, they also had erased Olivia's personality. Ditzy seemed to be all that was left, combined with that odd fantasy she was living in. They needed her back. Olivia's brilliant mind had come in more than handy dozens of times. Everyone on this team had so many great memories together. How could they want that to go to waste?! Tidal would hate to break the news to Sally that Olivia wouldn't drop by to play anymore... Poor kitty would never understand why she was suddenly abandoned by that ginger girl! Sally really liked Olivia, it seemed, always greeting her with mews and purring when she'd drop by. Whereas she merely greeted him with lazily lifting her head and yawning when he entered his quarters. Jealous? What are you talking about? Just cats being cats.

And Lucas... he definitely wanted the Olivia everyone knew back. Reasons be obvious. She didn't remember them at all, let alone the time they had spend together. Bagels, hiding from the storm, the conversations... the Gaelic. He smiled to himself. No, he didn't want those to be just memories. And he wanted to create so many more. They had to solve this mess and get Olivia back before it was too late!

Actera halted her work as she was commanded to. "Of course, My Lady. Right away," she said, nodding. Pesky nosy Rangers should stay out of other people's business. Especially that of their soon-to-be rulers. "Let's go, Volmour," she said, picking up her guns, stroking the barrels. Time to take out the Rangers now that they're missing the brains of the team." They wouldn't stand a chance without the pink girl. Actera smirked. This was going to be fun. Beaming down with Vomour right to the scene of the Parade, she tilted her head lightly.
"Haven't your parents ever taught you it's rude to go through other peoples' things?" she said before blasting at the Rangers.

Lucas and Tidal looked up, glancing at the Generals. "Ah, we were already wondering what was taking you so long," Tidal announced. Drew was right. About time they'd get interrupted. Just... where's Sousatron? Keeping him on the ship because the Rangers were too close to solving the problems? Lucas grimaced. He wanted to punch the tuba, but with the lack of that, the generals would just have to do.
 
Hissing to the contact of something on his wound, Max tenses his neck muscles while Isaac wrapped his arm in the apron. This wasn't exactly the first time he had taken a bullet or some form of attack intended for another target. It is, however, the first time he had guarded a teenager from a bullet in a coffee house. Yup, first time for everything. Somehow it's just a little more refreshing than taking bullets or blades in a battlefield against the Armada. At least this isn't the wasteland and the air is barely breathable. Drew wouldn't be happy if his little brother died this way, either, count that as a second reason Max willingly took the shot for Isaac. Flesh wounds aren't so bad! It should heal relatively quickly unless the bullet needs extracted first. That part is painful.
"Hey don't sweat it. It's my job," he told Isaac as the boy aided his arm. He smiled and lightly cinched him on the shoulder.

Tanner coughed up a storm after he got hit in the chest. Damn it, if he'd not had the headphones in he wouldn't have walked into this place to begin with. He would have called the authorities! But nooo he had to wander in anyway and become part of the fray inside of the Corner.
"That goon caused a real stir. Shot a gun and then Olivia over there kicked his ass," Tanner said from the ground, obviously distraught himself but not vocal about it directly. Jane had taught him that being a bitch about stuff isn't the way to go. Behind the scenes, they've actually hung out a lot. She's turned him into a more tolerable person! Minus the way he dresses like he's always at a country club and sort of advancing on his soon-to-be in-law. Kind of gross, dude.

Max took it upon himself to handcuff the creep while he was down. "Nice one," he noted to Evie on her solid nose-breaker!
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Bearing on the verge of insanity, Calvin and Jane looked for clues inside more instruments. Chips in them might be the key to getting Olivia back. Many ways could be pointed to it but Calvin looked t her as an unofficial third mentor figure in his life. First being Captain Scott and second being Dr. Wilson. Olivia from the day he met her always felt like more than a comrade and fellow worker in City Defense. Guidance, a solution to most problems and analyzing situations seemed to be her skill set and Calvin thought it was incredibly potent in her ability. Without her being sent to find him before, who knows if he would be on this team. Surely he would have been recruited regardless but somehow he felt as if it was Olivia especially whom was responsible. After all they got their powers at the same time.
Jane broke apart a clarinet to find the chip. Searching like she was digging for gold she hurried along. Tomboys have feelings about friends, too. Feeling toward Olivia were special. If anything other than her being a good friend and someone she really respected... Jane needs someone to pick on in a friendly way. Yeah the guys on the team are there for that but it isn't the same as the ironically ditzy woman gifted with a superior mind. That is oddly beautiful.

Volmour halted as well, heeding the words of his Empress. Clinging on to the Pink Ranger's mind, the Rangers dig where they should not. Sad really to see them adhering to a shred of hope that their ally's mind is to be restored. "As you command," he responded to the Empress and drew his blade. Stopping this work is definitely worth a chance to oppose the infuriating Power Brats.
Beaming down with Actera he chuckled seeing them scurry around.

Jane and Calvin jumped when Actera shot at them. Spinning on heels they grunted in the sight of two morons who always showed up when not wanted. "You really need to learn about being bad guys. Showing up when we don't expect you is such a lame trope," Jane called out. "At least you didn't bring a big group of your tin cans to back you up before we kick the crap out of you. Again," Jane threw out. Escalating a fight? Imminent behavior with these Armada freaks running around. Volmour scoffed. "We need no squad to assist us in occupying you while our Empress handles your Pink Ranger's brain waves!"

No Sousatron meant they would have to lure him out. Where's a good worm when you need to bait a fish in the pond? "Let's just deal with these two and get it done," Calvin implied. Jane nodded excitedly. Punching and kicking time.
 
Blown away by an outstanding punch to the crooks nose and the general scene that had occurred, the older couple reunited and collected themselves back at their table.

Isaac smiled softly at Max acting as if this were no big deal. But if he and the others had not have been here? Either this guy would have just left or he would have hurt a lot of other people. "Thanks again, I owe you," he told him, getting up while Max cuffed the perpetrator and strolling over to Jim and Sasha. "I'll explain it more later. You guys go in the back and call the authorities for help," he told his senior co workers. Sooner medical help came by to check on everyone as well as a police force to arrest this clown the better.
Sending them back he looked at Olivia, now gripping her forehead. He signaled the others over to her to check up on her. "Olivia?" Isaac asked her. She looked at everybody through her slightly messy hair.
"What just happened?" She's confused. Looking at her surroundings and at her morpher she tried piecing it together, but she was getting overwhelmed in the head.
"You fought that creep off. He was going to hurt us, all of us. You stopped him.... Uh, princess?" Isaac further played along into her mental state. She is a princess in her mind right now isn't she?
Looking like he has just told her she was also a man and in charge of the Soviet Union, she tilted her head. "Princess? I don't... Someone help me figure this out? Who am I? I'm not a princess... Am I? What is this place, I don't understand..." Olivia cowered slightly. Isaac looked at her with sympathy. "Your name is Olivia Scott. You're our friend, and one of the greatest people in this city."
She looked at him. "I'm.... Am I one of those...people?" She asked, referring to her fighting and looking at her morpher.
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Not holding his breath Drew gathered up his friends in line as normal. Minus Olivia not being on the far end to his right. Jane's right, this really is a villain trope to show up at the right time. Or wrong time, depending on how you look at it. "If you two want a fight I thin you've found one. You're not getting away with Olivia's mind. Or those civilians'," he announced. "Ready?" Drew held up his wrist awaiting everyone's confirmation.
"Bio Morpher Initiate!" Red energy swirled and quickly zapped him into his suit. "Red Bio Ranger, ready," Drew crossed his arms for his pose standing off against Volmour and Actera.

Pulling out his Bio Blaster he ran straight ahead for Actera along side of Calvin, signaling the others to all go after Volmour. Shooting a barrage of energy blasts her way, Drew greeted Actera in her slightly new outfit with a close-up strike of the barrel of the blaster. "Like the new digs, makes you seem less space-piratey" he commented to her, grabbing a hold of her arm and twisting it behind her as a means to disable her while Calvin came in for the attack. Maybe two guys ganging up on the lady villain was weird but evil never discriminates . Gender doesn't matter, good versus evil is always a fight to be fought. Not like her blasters with those blades on them don't give her a chance, anyway. Generals were a bitch to fight, but they won't ever win!
 
Sasha and Jim nodded, heading safely to the back of the store to call for help. They were quite impressed by how well Isaac had been handling the situation on his own, especially with his weak heart. It's a mystery how the boy didn't get a heart attack out of sheer fear with that gunman and the chaos. Yet he had seemingly remained impressively calm, even tending to someone who got injured and telling them what to do next. As was supposed to happen. In times of crisis it didn't matter who the senior workers were.

"Did that blow knock some memory back into her?" Evie wondered out loud as Olivia questioned being a princess. Her immediate second thought was if it would work again. Just keep knocking her over the head until she remembered being a Power Ranger. No... best discard that idea as quickly as it had come to her. Few people would be happy with her if she'd put that thought to the test. like her boss... and her brother... and her friends... and Olivia herself.... Best be the nice and responsible big sister she could be at times. "Come now, take a seat," Evie urged, gently placing a hand on Olivia's shoulder. "This has been a very chaotic and confusing encounter for all of us. Nobody expected this to happen when all we wanted to do was grab ourselves a drink, did we now?" She glanced at Max, giving him a thumbs up for his compliment on breaking the criminal's nose. "Once he's safely secured where he won't try anything funny... could you please fetch her a cup of water? Olivia here looks like she could use it." Seriously, she looked like she had a killer headache. No wonder after losing her memory, then hitting your head on a counter and somehow possibly regaining small bits of memory. Evie sat herself down with Olivia and smiled. "Isaac is right. You really are one of the greatest people in this city. You have been fighting to protect the city from evil for a while now, alongside your friends. Our friends too. Drew, Tidal, Calvin, Jane, Lucas... The six of you are the most important thing standing between Earth's freedom and being dominated by an evil bitch from outer space who's been trying to take over this planet for the past twenty-something years." Was that too much information? Evie hoped not... and if it was she hoped Max would hurry in fetching that water because Olivia was definitely going to need it.
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"Ready!" Tidal and Lucas answered in unison. More than ready to kick some butt and hurry in making sure these weird chips had the data Dr Wilson needed to reverse Sousatron's attack. After all, not every invasion could be stopped by simply kicking things. Sometimes they needed a proper plan, and they needed the chick with the brains to get that done. Or at least... get it done properly. If not the plans would involve lots of kicking, punching, explosions, and running. Maybe even another kidnapping here and there. No.... these remaining five weren't the best at making up working plans. "Bio Morpher, Initiate!" Yellow and Black energy surrounded their respective Rangers, transforming them in their not-quite-spandex suits. Striking a pose as per usual, the guys waited for a sign to run in head first and start the butt-kicking part.

One arm might be taken out, but Actera had two hands, both of which carried a blaster. She hissed slightly as her arm was twisted behind her, sure, but she simply went for a hard, sharp kick backwards to make Red let go of her, shooting the blaster in her free hand at the incoming Green Ranger. She was a General for a reason. Planning and tactics might be more of her forte than actual combat, but she definitely knew how to hold her ground and deal some serious damage. Not as much damage as Volmour, mind you. But then again, he was a General built for combat.

Lucas took out his blaster, keeping distance from Volmour, rapidly shooting several energy blasts at the bronze robot, making sure not to hit any of his charging friends. That would suck... And a real shame, too... they'd had enough practice to no longer hit their allies. Unless someone suddenly leaped in front of a blast. But who in the right mind would do that? Tidal much rather used his blade against the general than a blaster. Something with that ever-ongoing vendetta between him and both of the Generals. That was never going to change, unless the Generals would somehow suddenly turn good at some point. Hahahaha! As if that would happen! Tidal scoffed at the idea. Not that he was against the idea of redemption... he was the living example of redemption, had even made a case out of it defending Dr Wilson. But the Generals? He definitely did not see that happen. Thoughts aside.... He ran towards Volmour with his blade drawn, greeting the robot with a kick to the chest. "Hello tin can. Missed me?" he taunted.
 
Merely smiling and patting his shoulder Max shrugged off any idea that Isaac owed him anything. Good kid, but he really has to learn that not everybody does good deeds and expects something in return. At most Max would 'expect' a free cookie next time he stops into the Corner. Nothing more and nothing less than that. Honestly a cookie would be nice, though. People donating blood get cookies and a juice box... He got shot and lost some blood, where's his juice and cookie????
Tanner collected himself enough to walk over where Olivia was with the two soldiers and the barista boy. "Babysitting team back at it again? Only not babysitting," he said to the others around him minus Olivia. Ayeeee that is true. They were babysitting the baby Rangers at some point. Ironically doing it for Olivia, here. As per her instructions when that toy monster was on the loose being sinister and adorable.

Tilting his head, Max got Olivia a cup of water from the nearest tap he could find in the Corner. Tap water can't be that gross right? Surely there are filter systems here. Either way he handed it to the confused Pink Ranger as she took a seat. Stating her confusion he saw pity in Olivia's eyes. Poor thing looked like she was trying to run about eight mental marathons at once, not knowing which way to run in first. "Try not to fill her head with so much at once," Max judged Evie slightly as she force fed a tad too much in one go. "You were in an attack. Something happened and it seems like your memory was affected by it," Max told her calmly. Tanner was equally confused. Here just came here for coffee!
"Plus you're pretty smart. One of the smartest people I know, anyway," Max mentioned again.
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Jane and company are good at hitting things. Unleashing the fury, shooting things down, escorting people away and making it hard for the Rexians to get victory most of the time. Olivia is good at that and making sensible plans of action and logically guiding them in the direction of a win. More than once has she liekly stopped Jane especially from running into a nuke or something, urging to carefully look before jumping. She and Calvin are going to fight all of the fights to get her back! "Bio Morpher, Initiate!" They screamed afted nodding to Drew, blue and green energy materializing suits around them.
"Blue Bio Ranger, ready!" Jane semi saluted.
"Green Bio Ranger, ready!" Calvin clenched a fist to his face. Running on command, tomboy and soldier joined their friends to kick ass and take names, and take back memories! Get ready, evil bitches!!!!

Rushing in to assist Drew, Calvin aimed his blaster in a tradition firearm way against Actera. Science is her game but combat is not something she's bad at. Luckily for the team, combat is Calvin's specialty. Combat rolling through all incoming blasts his way Calvin blindly fired up at Actera form the ground aiming to shot her in her armor or knock the weapons from her hands. Hitting a lady is not in his book but for this woman he made exceptions. Getting up close and personal he lunged to gram her other arm as she kicked back to Drew. "Surrender, already!" Bad guys don't surrender, unfortunately.

Mr. Romano had taught his daughter one thing about living in a world of war. Survive. Military families often experienced loss, so their non-military relatives were told they had to survive. Living is the ultimate goal in society here. Seems like Jane's the one in her family who can put her dad's teachings to good use while fighting. Fighting under the radar of family knowledge that is. How is it they haven't figured this out? She really keeps her Ranger life a secret to protect them from worry. But who can not worry when she comes home bruised up and says she ran into a stop sign while walking? Who does that?
Survival of the blue-est in this matter. Volmour swooshed his shoulder cape and deflected Lucas' blasts bouncing them on the ground to spark up places around him. He fired a single energy dart from his blade at Lucas, one Jane swiftly avoided getting hit by.
"I have missed you as I miss the Emperor," Volmour grunted to Tidal post-kick. "Have you missed this, old slave?" The general swept Tidal around and lashed down his back in an X formation with the blade. "Traitor." Training under Volmour's command as an Armada fighter is...brutal. Ought to bring back memories.

Jane ran in and tumbled down with Volmour, drawing out her Bio Baton as well. "We have you outnumbered, loser. Screw off and go back where you came from already!" Jane punned, cleverly grabbing the Drill Attachment and slapping it onto the Baton. Diving forward she drilled into Volmour's chest with force, the general taking a few hits of it before shrugging her off.
"What is it with the human race and making small talk while fighting?" He asked her, dueling with her for a moment for slashing at her arm to get her to...walk into a stop sign. DAMN IT WHY DID THAT COME TRUE? Volmour egged on the others for more punishment.
 
Isaac did let a smile glance in Tanner's direction. Sure the Captain and Dr. Wilson aren't here to complete said babysitting team but it stood, still. "You just happened to come in when the madman showed up." Truthfully told, Tanner did come in at a rather inopportune time.
Olivia sipped on her water as she sat down, her eyes going from one person to the next as everybody force fed information to her in a barrage of words and facts she barely understood. She gripped her temple on her left side she tried on her own to remember anything at all about who she is. Veins pulsated from her forehead. Isaac gently took her water and set it aside so she doesn't spill it on herself and get even more uncomfortable.

Olivia stood up in a bolt nearly knocking Isaac over in the process. Time seemed to freeze as she just jumped out of the seat and likely startled everybody including the older couple in the Corner. "BARIUM! COBALT! EINSTEIN! KOOL-AID! A TALKING TREE! PYUU! GIRL WITH BURRITO ADDICTION! SILENT BUT DEADLY BAD GUY! MEAN TUBA! AY YI YI YI YI!!!" Olivia shouted to the top of her lungs, bursting from nowhere? She grabbed her face with eyes shut, her head going on a marathon. Isaac stared in horror, thinking she was having some kind of super meltdown in front of them. "O....Olivia?" She turned around, wild in the eyes, hair sort of messed up from the constant gripping. "Are you alright?" Isaac asked her cautiously.
Stepping back and resting on the large window of the Corner Olivia breathed in and out. "I was in an attack. My mind, it... Father can you hear me?" she said, speaking into her morpher. The morpher??? How does she know how to work it?
Back in HQ, Captain Scott and Wilson replied as they worked on a solution, still crunching numbers. "We read you, Olivia! Goodness, has your memory returned on its own?" Wilson asked. She shook her head. "No. There's been an incident at the Corner and I hit my head. But it seems to have joggled me enough to be somewhat aware. I am confused but I remember a few things. Like that robot? My mind isn't gone. It's been suppressed, I can feel it... His horn must only suppress memory, not erase it," she explained, having figured it out in just what, a few seconds? Intellect!

"So..." Wilson said as the Captain let out a relieved breath. "You mean to say he himself serves as an uplink between your mind and the Armada? Sousatron isn't here now, it's just the generals fighting the Rangers after they went to investigate" Asked the Doctor, also giving her a quick rundown. She nodded.
"I believe so yes. Whatever they want with peoples minds, the robot is the key to it." she said. That explains why he isn't fighting the others right now. If he dies, the connection is destroyed and the Armada's plan is ruined! "All I have to do is destroy him before my brain decides to revert to its weakened state." A bump on the head knocked her brain enough to do this? Maybe that gunman is a hero or some shit... Before they could object she cut off the communication. She grabbed Drew's keys from Max, knowing there was no time. "I'll be back," she muttered and ran out the door, hopping onto Drew's bike and speeding off to wherever the GPS said to. Riding off on a motorcycle is pretty badass considering she's on a temporary mind bubble.
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Drew yelped out when Actera kicked him but acted fast enough to recover before Calvin attacked. Maneuvering to stay mobile around her he followed his training so that he'd not get shot or swept in any way. Amazing how far he's come from a simple mechanic to a decently quick fighter when it came to the invaders from Rexia and afar. Lucas and the others were handling Volmour well enough despite getting a few nasty hits on them. Actera is a tricky minx, so he and Calvin had to be on alert when facing her. While he had her down, Drew swooped over Calvin and Actera. "Please, the bad guys never surrender, it's part of their annoying regiment," he said and kicked Actera back as a little payback! She can slightly alter her outfit but she can't change the tropes of good and evil. "Let's get her!" Okay, tackling a foe while they're down is dirty but so is everything the Armada has ever done in the history of ever. While she acted in return against them, Drew ran in with Calvin, firing his blaster close range as well as kicking and striking at Actera to get her to back down as fast as possible.
 
"Hey now!" Evie called. Tanner was right. Babysitting team, or at least the largest part of it, were back at it again. Now more or less babysitting someone who the last time was busy saving the world while the others were turned into something harmless. Funny how that came around. Poor Liv... Mustn't understand a thing of what's going on right now. One moment she thinks she's a princess, and the next moment she's kicking a gunman's butt trying to save everyone from further harm. And then she bumps her head and a bit of her memory came back. Weird and confusing day this must be. Weird really is a word often used in Inezia. Especially among those that work at HQ. Evil dolls, evil monsters, evil pieces of antique... evil everythings attacked on what seemed to be a weekly basis. And the things the Armada uses to attack just keep getting stranger.

If it wasn't Olivia knocking over her water, it would be Evie almost doing it. Her heart skipped a beat as she bolted up, then some more as she started shouting a whole lot of things. "What in the actual....?" Evie blinked slowly, turning to the rest. "Does anyone know what she's talking about? I do get she was talking about Jane there. And Sousatron.... But what do all those other things have to do with it? And why did she sound like a Spanish 90's robot at the very end?" As said before... strange day, this is. Evie's eyes went wide. She... she remembered? She actually remembered? Or more or less so. She knew she was in an attack, she knew her memory had been suppressed and not actually wiped. Thank goodness for that! Olivia truly is brilliant. And then she was about to rush off to the others to fight the mean tuba. Amazing, really. Impressive too. Brave... perhaps. Definitely reckless. Olivia and being reckless... who thought they'd ever get to see that? Eveline's a little proud. "Don't get killed!" she shouted after Olivia as she rushed off. Many people would be very upset if that happened.
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The energy dart hit Lucas. He yelped and stumbled backwards. Lucas grunted and quickly got back to his feet. No time to waste. The tin man was a huge pain in the.... well, not just the ass. Everywhere really. God, that blast hurt. Well.... if everyone else was getting up and close with the generals, might as well follow suit, eh? With the lack of tuba to punch, the other shiny metal person would have to do. He reverted his blaster to baton mode, charging in after the others went, repeatedly swinging it at Volmour as he seemed distracted in ranting about small-talk. How ironic.
"Aww... I'm flattered," Tidal dryly stated. "You must miss the fool telling you what to do." Getting slashed down the back was painful, sure, but far from the worst he had endured during training. Memories crossed his mind. Of poorly lit and way too hot training facilities on board of the main ship. Of being pumped full with strength of captured people. Of endlessly fighting on and on until he collapsed in sheer exhaustion. That had been a brutal time. Hard to shrug off, really. But he had to go on. Not giving up. Endlessly fighting as he was taught. Volmours spartan training was really coming back to bite him in the ass now.

They might have knocked her weapons out of her hands, but Actera wasn't going to surrender. Not because she's a villain and villains don't give up. Just take a look at those pesky heroes. They never give up too, do they? This is just a battle to see who's the most stubborn and has the most endurance. And Actera? She had stamina to spare. They might have kicked her down, but she was quick to get up and maneuver out of the way, kicking and striking their attacks right back at them. Offense is the best defense, they say. In this case it seemed to prove just right. Of course ultimately she was knocked right back down. But she just got back up, ready to fight on. The Traitor wasn't the only one to have had some combat training by Volmour back in the day.
 
Slumping into a seat, Tanner nodded along. "Last time I ever walk into a coffee shop with an armed lunatic holding the place up... " he said. Just as if that is a completely normal experience! Bad things happen every day and even worse stuff to this city in particular but c'mon! It did seem like he is just another civilian getting sucked into odd times like this. Doesn't he have a well-off family to be empowering somewhere? Or a country club to inherit???
Max jumped back when Olivia shouted all of the random things. At least two elements on the periodic table... something about a possibly flatulent villain? What, Gasotron? He called it if that ever becomes a thing. A robot with the diabolic power of farting! Blinking into oblivion and frozen in 'dafuq?' face, Max looked at Evie and everybody else in a circle. Tanner dropped his jaw. He also really wanted some Kool Aid now that it's been mentioned....hmm, some real sugary stuff mixed in water would be great. Max nudged Evie. "Ay!
¿Qué pasa con un robot que habla español?" Max asked her. But man that last part did sound like some dome-headed robot.... By the way, the question translates to 'what is wrong with a spanish speaking robot' but it probably went without saying.
It took a lot of pressure off of them when Olivia came into her right mind again. Max wiped his brow as she somehow spoke into her morpher? Her mind is being suppressed, not erased? "Hey, she isn't a lost cause after all!" Max whispered to the others in relief. Boy that would be rude out of context. Watching her go off and taking Drew's keys off of him impressed him. Goes to show that no matter what, Olivia is naturally good. "You got this, senorita!" He cheered her on as she ran out and sped off on the bike. Damn! What a woman!
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Points had been made. Bad guys hated listening to the good guys. Like toddlers refusing to eat vegetables. Vegetables being surrendering in this case but that also goes without saying. Calvin saluted under Drew's lead. Actera started as a typical evil brainiac serving a madman and had morphed into a slave serving a madwoman. Even with that headset on her she didn't pose a threat, really. Dangerous as she may be she is nothing compared to the will these guys have to protect their city. Calvin blasted and attacked back at her, ongoing a fight with her alongside of Drew to see who would eventually tap out.

After she bounced back from the stop sign, Jane drilled back in to Volmour following up after Lucas barraged him with swings of a weapon, the general ultimately countering Lucas' attacks with a quick slash across the stomach and shoving him back. "Quiet. That fool is but a memory, my mistress is my leader, now, traitor!" Volmour spat at Tidal and literally kicked him while he was down to roll him on his back. Something about seeing a former ruthless war machine be so submissive to pain sparked curiosity into the generals circuits. He knew but one thing: how to kill. Tidal had gone back on everything the Armada brought him to do. For that he would die. After he took care of the ginger-haired man Volmour prepared to hit Tidal. But.... "Incomiiiiiing!" He hadn't forgot about Jane, had he? She called out to him with the drill bit extended out, spiraling him back against a structure off to the side. Jane helped Tidal up and patted Lucas to see if he was alright.

"And he judged us for talking?" she asked the guys, taking in just how much of a hypocrite he was! The general regained his footing across from them.
"Fools! Die!" he swept his blade, an energy lash racing at them. Jane blurted out 'duck!' and rolled under it to not get sliced in half. Leading the guys she ran toward Volmour, ditching the drill bit for normal baton and slashing it around at him, trying to get him surrounded with the guys.
 
Wind through her hair, eyes squinted, energy darting on the road, Olivia raced off on a mission. She'd only jump started her brain back up to normal levels. Suppressing her mind? Nobody gets away with that. Neither will anybody get away with suppressing the minds of innocent civilians. Pulling throttle Olivia punched the engine on Drew's bike, leaving screech marks on the road behind her. Many apologies to whomever cleans scuff marks off of the road.
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Up on board the head ship for the Armada, Sousatron ended his conversation with the Empress in the throne and observation deck to a peculiar sight. Female, human, riding one of the motorized bicycles through Inezia. Can't be her. As if she could ride one of those contraptions while impaired by the condition rendered? Both villains watched and leaned towards the monitor in disbelief.
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Drew swerved under Actera's arms and kicked her back a couple of feet into Volmour's back, both generals being surrounded by the five Rangers fighting them. Funny that for most of the planet the Armada outnumbers humanity. Humanity seems to be outnumbering them, now. "Give it up, you two, just give us Olivia's memory back and maybe we'll go easy on you!" Drew attempted worthless reasoning with them. With those things messing up their minds there is no way they'd listen. But surely they know when they are overpowered? Before he got a response, he turned his head quickly to the east of their location. Something's coming for them fast. On what looked like... Drew's bike? But it isn't Max. Squinting under his visor he looked to see none other than... "Olivia?!" he blurted her name, baffled at the sight of her driving Bio Cycle A heading right into the scene!
Coming to a halt, she stepped off of the bike in complete 'biker babe' fashion. She walked around and in front of it, standing off with the seven individuals before her.

"No time to explain. I guess you can't keep a good Ranger down," Olivia told the generals. Startling both them and the villains in space, Drew grinned giddily while she rose her arm. "Bio Morpher, Initiate," she calmly stated, tapping the main key with pink energy surrounding her. Dawning the mantle she became ready once more. "Pink Bio Ranger, ready!" Hand on her hip, she sassily resumed her position as the Pink Ranger. Excellent! Drew sent her a thumbs up from his spot near Actera.
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Both startled and yelling, Splica and Sousatron stammered at the behest! "She's morphed? You fool, your memory wipe failed. Get back down there and eliminate her before we lose connection!" Splica ordered. Sousatron protested, as his actual combat power isn't too great really. Should he fight and fall... Alas, his Empress is the leader. Oh how I wish I'd have just used a massive speaker and wiped the entire city... He thought, using the ships transporter to beam to Inezia.
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Materializing at the battle after Olivia changed, Sousatron stood in between her and the others. "Pink Ranger! I do not know how you beat my memory wipe, but I promise you, this will be your final memory!" Sousatron blurted and loudly buzzed his horn. Olivia twitched as if it were a sign of her mind slipping already. Eager to in, she pressed on and took a deep breath, fighting while she was still able. Her basic instinct is to be good. This is what she will succeed with!
"Everybody, he's the signal carrying out a memory suppression system. Take him out, my mind and everyone else's is saved," Olivia explained to the others, running in and leaping past Sousatron, the tuba robot taking a swing at her, the two clashing arms, Olivia kicking into his chest. The robot fired mini lasers from his key fingers, but Olivia had no time for flat music, avoiding the shots and bluntly punching into his chest cavity.
Inspired, Drew nodded. "Affirmative!" Looking at Actera again, he knew it was time to end this fight and help her! Drew grabbed a hold on her shoulders, wrestling with her by tugging and kicking at close range, letting go to give Calvin better shot.
 
Outsmarting the bad guys is such a common theme among the team. Outsmarting, outgunning... Well technically an Armada surrounding the planet has them outgunned but on the ground is where humans out gun them. Until the fleet marches in. Shit, let's hope they never send in everything they have at once. Fucking loser Armada types! Nothing angered the tomboy more than the thought of being rushed like that. Or being made to wear a fancy dress, act lady like, or not belch after a four-course meal. How does one simply not belch after that? So much happens in the stomach, bubbles need to erupt from within! Belching isn't something she should think about while running in and forcing Volmour's metallic ass back, is it? Working with the guys she forced the general back against Actera, getting them surrounded and ready for a big time beat down.
Calvin kept his aim on Actera, suggesting she freeze or get her hand blown off. "Easy way or the hard way," he interjected as Drew made an offering with them.
"Fools! It is you who will submit, the Rexian Armada is too great to be stained by your insolence," Volmour spat out, gripping his blade tightly and firmly.

Revving of an engine sparked their interest. "What the?" Calvin looked out to the distance. "Oh someone's coming in like a badass, bad bitch alert!" Jane called out, cupping her hand around her mouthpiece for...what, emphasis? It's Olivia! Riding in like a biker chick in an action movie! But how the literal shit is she doing that? Princesses don't know how to ride motorcycles! Unless something changed since the last time anybody had checked princess capabilities.

Volmour threw his fist down. Impossible? The Pink Ranger should have no barrings to gather! Sousatron's power is not that flawed! She should be a drooling moron! Yet she's here?! Morphing and all??? "I demand to know how she's reappeared like this!"
"No need to fight over it. I guess you can't keep a good... oh wait, she said that already," Jane began, blowing a raspberry his way. "Welcome back Olivia! Fuck yeah!" Jane shouted out, Calvin smiling and nodded. "Yes ma'am!"
Sousatron coming in felt expected. Maybe the Armada's just too proud to admit defeat. That or Olivia will be taken for experimentation on how she beat mind cleansing.... Or her mind is being suppressed? So it's not actually gone, just being held back by something? All they've gotta do is blow him up. Figured as much, that's how it usually works. Alright then! "Not to worry, ma'am, we'll neutralize the target in time!" Calvin promised her, watching Olivia bravely go off into battle with Sousatron. Never underestimate the power of pink!

Working to keep generals away, Calvin saluted as Drew helped free up some room for him. He fired a blast at her, aiming right for her chest. Should have stayed in the lab where she belongs! Because she's a scientist. Not because she's a woman!
Volmour furiously swung his blade out at the three opposing Rangers again, Jane flipping back out of his way so she didn't get shisca-bobbed. Damned fool of a low brass horn, how could his plan not work out? No matter, they'd just kill the Rangers the old fashioned way of shooting or stabbing them! Volmour fired an energy dart from his blade again, this time hitting Jane's chest but not knocking her down. An idea randomly came to her. "Hey, Lucas! Batter up?" Jane asked him, giving Tidal a wave to suggest helping her out maybe? Jane ran in and kicked Volmour to stagger him as the brooding one delivered the pitch. Please let this work, please let this work!
 
It didn't matter how terrible things might look, these people in spandex would never give up, never surrender. They were fighting to protect it and wouldn't back down until the very end. Unfortunately the same thing went for the assholes from outer space. Safe for the fact they didn't try to save the world but conquer and/or destroy it instead. The generals were outnumbered, driven together, and about to get their asses kicked. But everyone here knew they would soon be back with some other devious plan to take over the city. And anyone knew also that the Spandex-clad heroes would be there to save the day. Just... let's home they're with six again the next time. The original six, at that. Lucas and Tidal held their batons ready to strike if either of the generals would try something funny. Actera gripped her blasters, fingers on the triggers. She knew she had to be cautious now. Sure, being surrounded by the ranger meant that no matter where she'd shoot, she'd hit someone... but it also meant all of them had plenty of chance to hit her and Volmour. "As if we'd give the pathetic pink girl's memory back," Actera chuckled. "You should give up on saving her. Your friend's mind is lost."

Lucas was just about ready to strike there and then. Give up on Olivia? Never! But like everyone else, his and Tidal's attention was drawn to... Drew's bike coming over their way? And it wasn't Max on it... Or Evie, for that matter. Nope, this was a redhead nobody had expected to see under these circumstances. "How's she doing that?" Lucas wondered out loud, but grinning under his visor, Damn... Even without her memories she still knew how to be a badass. What happened to thinking she's a princess? "If she stays like that but her memories remain the way they are... I"m not gonna mind going along with the fantasy she's living in," Tidal commented, looking at biker-chick Olivia. Clue a punch in the gut from Lucas.

"Impossible!!" Actera called out. She shouldn't be able to do that! She shouldn't be able to do anything at all! Lucas grinned widely under his visor as Olivia morphed. Tidal nodded in approval. This was the way things were supposed to be. Six rangers versus the space invaders. "Glad to have you back... mostly," Lucas commented. At least her memory hadn't actually been wiped, but just suppressed. She was still in there somewhere. And whatever had happened had brought just enough of Olivia back to make her realize she was a ranger. Just in time! Tidal frowned deeply as Olivia mentioned her memory had only been suppressed. Did that mean...? Was there a chance it was the same for him? His memory still somewhere in there, but suppressed through alien technology rendering him unable to reach it? It would explain why occasionally he did remember bits and pieces. Not that it mattered right now. There were still two generals whose asses needed to be kicked back up to space.

And said two generals soon got company. At last Sousatron showed himself. All that had to be done to save Olivia and everyone in the city, was to defeat Sousatron. As much was to be expected. Wasn't this usually how plots like this went down? Destroy the source, save the day. Right, right.... Gemini had been an exception, nearly leaving the solution to the city blowing up impossible.... But that was a different story. "Good," Lucas said. "I've been wanting to punch that tuba for a while now." He still did.
"Let's get rid of the tin can first," Tidal said, nodding towards Volmour. Jane had already charged off towards him. Lucas nodded affirmatively. "Ready," he and Tidal said in unison. Tidal delivered a next swift kick to Volmour, knocking him over Lucas' way. He waited, baton ready to strike with everything he had in him. As the general was close enough, he hit him in the chest with full force. "Strike three, you're out."

Actera attempted to wrestle herself free from the Red Ranger's grasp, but she couldn't do both that and avoid being shot at. The Green Ranger's blast hit her in the chest, sending her tumbling backwards. She hissed as she hit the ground, scrambling up again and seeing Volmour was faring no better. Perhaps it was time for the two of them to head back to the ship. There was plenty of research to work on, after all! And with Sousatron there, he could just blow his horn loud enough to suppress the memories of the other rangers too. If they all had suppressed memories, they wouldn't be any threat at all anymore.
 
Draw! Sousatron rapidly fired from his fingers, dueling Olivia while she returned fire with her own blaster. Held off in a sparky blaze, the two both emerged unscathed. This type of endurance is well beyond her understanding. But you have to hand it to the Armada, they know how to build durable machines. Earth needs engineers like that. A shame the only ones that Olivia knows of are being controlled. Cutting her thoughts short, Olivia fell to a knee, her head throbbing and spinning in pain. Her hand over her helmet she yelped out, panting for breath. Oh no, her memory's slipping again!
"What's the matter, Pink Ranger? Can't remember why you're still breathing?" Sousatron toyed with her vulnerable mind. Olivia yelped again, scrambling her mind. Electric waves surged over her helmet. Jesus, what kind of fail safe mechanism is in that big horn of his? "Guys!" Olivia yelled, breathing shakily. "Hurry!"

One's physically just given up, the other's been treated like a home-run strike in baseball. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. Forever the warriors, Drew and the others put the smack down on Actera and Volmour when it counted most. Right when he would have delivered a one liner, Olivia screamed out in pain as her mind threatened to slip again. Judging by the sparks on her helmet it may be permanent this time! Hey, they did not fight so hard for this! And she didn't persevere through amnesia just to lose it like this again! Everyone here's been through hell and back. About time they make that clear to the Armada! This time he aimed for Sousatron's big horn. "Hey, tuba boy!" Drew called to his attention, the golden robot swaying his big horn that direction.
"Red Bio Blast!" Firing his blaster, a solid red beam striking directly into Sousatron's horn, sparks erupted and the robot's horn blew out smoke. Pitifully he reached up to feel a now cracked and damaged piece of his body. Olivia's head stopped hurting and her breathing relaxed. Relieved, she sat down on the ground as Sousatron's horn continued smoking up. "You severed his connection... My mind, it's coming back... And the other people's must be too!" Olivia brightened up.

Drew smiled and thumbs up-ed her again, but Sousatron had other plans. He kicked Olivia in the back, rolling he rover to him and the others. Drew on alert ran in to surround her with everyone. "I haven't been defeated yet!" the field commander shouted. Getting back on her feet, Olivia slowly emerged from the others' protective barrier. "Not yet, no. Your concert has been cancelled, Sousatron. Nobody has the right to interfere with a persons mind! We're bringing you down!" Pink power!
---
Sighs ensued and fingers tapped the console. Her husband certainly had a challenge before him played out, didn't he? It may not have been his incompetence that led to his use running out. Interesting. More interesting was that while her connection was lost and Red had indeed freed many people of Sousatron's grasp she had what she needed. Laughing coyly and stroking the console, she sweetly contacted her generals. "Return to the ship. We have what we need," Splica told them. Laughing again, she beamed the growing laser down on Sousatron prematurely. "I should let them play with him a bit longer." Instead of having him retreat as well, she'd let the Rangers dispose of him seeing he's no longer useful.
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Generals leaving and tuba growing, Sousatron towered over them in great succession. Jumping back at the startling surprise, everyone had to have the same thing in their heads. On a normal day, they blow up the commander before it becomes big. No matter. Too long he's been around! Less time they have to spend! Or would killing him now...mean he gets even bigger? Yeah, not going to think about that.
"We need Bio Command, now!" Drew requested to his morpher. In a quick sequence, the Rangers were back in their base thanks to advanced tech (power ranger magic) and the main building cut off again from the others, turning into it's new robot form. "Bio Command Megazord!" Drew took his position and shouted with the others to affirm Sousatron's final moments.
"That big thing doesn't frighten me. I will wipe all of your city's minds and make them my slaves!" Sousatron spoke big for a...big thing.
"You wish. Fire weapons!" Drew led. Finger lasers shot him up quickly at at least 120 mph. The robot yelped and coiled, given no response time.
"Bio Command Break!" Olivia charged, unleashing all firepower forward. Giant lasers, barrages, and energy overwhelmed him, ultimately and quickly destroying him once and for all. "Threat. Terminated." Uttering those words, Olivia took a deep breath, Drew clapping and saluting her behind him. Well done, Olivia. Well done!
 
Well, the two Generals were done for enough to no longer be a threat. At this moment, that is. Soon enough they would be back and be their annoying and dangerous selves again. For now, they could finally focus on Sousatron and saving the minds of many people. Lucas and Tidal turned to Olivia as she yelped in pain, mind slipping again. "Liv!" Lucas called, more than just a little bit concerned about Olivia's mind. Those sparks seemed to mean that either her memory would this time truly be wiped... or her head would explode. Neither was a pleasant prospect.
When Drew called for Sousatron's attention, Lucas was equally as eager and ready to shoot the Tuba. Better than punching it!
"You're gonna pay for what you've done. Yellow Bio Blast!" Lucas followed suit, firing the blaster at Sousatron. Didn't matter where he'd hit the tuba, as long as they'd hurt him and make sure to destroy the connection that kept so many minds suppressed.
"Nobody messes with anyone's mind," Tidal said. He had personal reasons to have a strong aversion towards anything that involved messing with minds and memories. "Bio Shadow Blast!" There went the purple blast striking the overgrown Tuba. Lucas let out a sigh of relief as he heard the connection had been severed and Olivia's mind was slowly returning. That was, without a doubt, the best news he had gotten all day.

As Olivia was kicked over their way, Tidal and Lucas quickly followed Drew in protectively surrounding her. Thankfully she was quick to get back to her feet and seemed to even more be her old self than a few moments ago. Lucas and Tidal stared down Sousatron, ready and eager to finish it once and for all. Sousatron had caused a lot of trouble for a band-geek, but now it was time to finish things off.
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Actera nodded as Splica's command came in. She smiled to herself. They had all they needed. That meant more work for her, likely. Things to analyze, data to archive... and it meant Sousatron had served his purpose. "Right away, My Lady," Actera responded, teleporting back up to the ship. But not before dusting herself off a bit. Can't appear in the Throne Room looking like a complete mess, now can she? You wouldn't appear before a great leader looking like you'd been rolling in the dirt and getting shot at, even if that's exactly what had just happened. Anyways... back to space!
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Speaking of overgrown tuba.... Sousatron was even bigger than before now! "Hey! Aren't they supposed to explode first before doing that?" Tidal pointed out the obvious. Lucas just nodded, staring up at the giant Sousatron. Imagine if he'd blow on his horn now, if it still worked.... Entire city deaf and mind-wiped forever. Now that's dreadful. He nodded as Drew called for Bio Command. "We'd better zord up quickly. If he steps on us now, we'll be flat." Wait a moment.... be flat... b-flat... music pun! Who's the band geek now? Someone was likely going to slap him for it. It would be well-deserved too.
Tidal just blinked slowly, not quite understanding it. He didn't know much about music. "Why are you only now pointing out we'd be flat if a GIANT MONSTER steps on us?!" he questioned. Seriously! They had been fighting monsters growing into giants for a while now, and only now it was dawning on him that they would have a huge problem if they would get stepped on? Ah well, big zord time! Time to get out the biggest baddest stuff they had to take out Sousatron so he would no longer be able to cause harm to anyone.

"Bio Command Megazord!" the two called alongside the rest as HQ once again transformed into a big bad Megazord. Not much longer now before Sousatron would just be another memory on the long list of strange things they had faced off against.
"I think it's high time we're gonna make him sing in a different tune," Lucas said. He really was on fire with the music puns. He had the megazord go in for a pun. Finally he had punched the tuba!
"Can you please tune it down, already?" Tidal responded. He might not know a lot about music, but that was something he did understand.. Puns aside, Sousatron was staggering and it was time they would finish things off. They transferred all the power they could miss into the finishing move. No way he would still stand after getting so many attacks fired at him without a second in between them. And indeed. This battle was a short one, but Sousatron exploded at last. Threat Terminated. It was such a relief to hear those words coming from Olivia. Lucas placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled under his visor. "Glad to have you back."
 
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