Lady Insanity
I live for the chaos, yet I'd die for peace.
Far superior in every way to the previous leader, Splica had already gained Volmour's approval. Mind control/a virus was a big factor in that but he had the slightest idea. His processing units in his head told him he liked Splica and was proud to serve her. Already she had defeated the Power Rangers and caused the city giving them the most heat to go into a state of emergency, even partially dividing their leaders! The finest display of war ethics and politics he had seen in decades. She now ruled the world and soon enough the Armada would take this planet and complete galactic domination. Nothing shall stand in their way. Not even those Power Rangers.
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Hearing continuous beeps from medical equipment and feeling an IV stuck in your veins pumping your blood with fluids to keep you going in your sleep and the cold feeling of crispy infirmary sheets is in no way the way anybody plans to wake up. For some reason, hospital sheets always felt crusty and brittle like they could shatter by one misplaced movement. And they take forever to warm up. Just petty complaints in this situation. It's a luxury to complain about sheets when everything else in the world is going to Hell and not looking good. Calvin had spent many times in hospital beds or by the sides of others who were in bad shape. He would never forget the first time he lost a soldier under his lead in the military. Dark day, that was. No darker than when he and his team had been told by Captain Scott that the Empress was now taking over. And their Zords are beaten to Hell. And Wilson's been arrested...again, technically.
He was out of bed, as well, but he wished he was not. Calvin paced around the room multiple times and had to take a lot of the water offered to relax. His injuries were not so bad. Cuts on his face and bruises on his arms and back, but nothing he wouldn't bounce back from with his endurance. He's taken worse, believe it or not. His mind was filled with so many things. Mostly Splica. That bitch...ever since their one on one he had felt nothing but contempt for that vile she-devil. And now she's the leader of the enemy? What even happened to the Emperor, did she kill him? Bad guy or not, going after your own allies is just wrong.
Jane was pretty beat up. Falling in a giant robot's head will do that. She had her midsection wrapped in wide gauze to hold marks on her, as well as bandages on her knee and wrist. Maybe she forgot to wear a seat-belt in the cockpit... Or forgot to inquire about the installation of seat-belts. She was sat up in her bed beside of Drew's, watching him sleep, the last to awaken in time. Weird to watch a guy sleep, but...hey... it's her friend. Just that and nothing else. Shut up. The guy who shot the old Armada leader's eye out! Listen, Urthemial may have only fought them one time and hurt them all badly, but he was a general villain. He was scary and certainly powerful, not someone you'd wan to meet in a dark alley at night. But the guy also didn't do much. Now his wife who nearly stole the Capital is the leader. Wonderful. Oh and Wilson is out of the hospital at least...but also in custody again. God damn... All Jane can do is focus on the bad right now. She's not one to just leave a thought alone when it is in her head.
She chuckled when Lucas tried optimism. Respectfully, she shot back: "We've bounced back from a lot, but... I think the only way we can go is further down. We hit the bottom, but now Splica might as well hand us a shovel and start digging." Not to be a bitch or immature but she has a point. Their biggest assets are down, their oldest asset is in the slammer, and the toxic mega cu--...well, it's bad. She rubbed her wrist and swung her legs off of the bed. Cavlin helped her stand up.
"Jane has a point, guys. We can't get much lower. And Tidal's right... Our Zords are out best shot when it comes to beating the Armada's forces. Now we got nothing. Unless we're gonna just shoot pistols from the ground up at their fleets," Calvin said with no hostility but more realism. When thing get bad they get bad, and he knows that. He just accepted it...but had optimism inside. Jane did not. She was colder than that, but not being mean about it.
"Speaking of Wilson, guys... What do we do? Are we even going to his trial? Because I can't decide if we should or focus on the other messes to clean up..." Jane said, hand over her stomach.
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Hearing continuous beeps from medical equipment and feeling an IV stuck in your veins pumping your blood with fluids to keep you going in your sleep and the cold feeling of crispy infirmary sheets is in no way the way anybody plans to wake up. For some reason, hospital sheets always felt crusty and brittle like they could shatter by one misplaced movement. And they take forever to warm up. Just petty complaints in this situation. It's a luxury to complain about sheets when everything else in the world is going to Hell and not looking good. Calvin had spent many times in hospital beds or by the sides of others who were in bad shape. He would never forget the first time he lost a soldier under his lead in the military. Dark day, that was. No darker than when he and his team had been told by Captain Scott that the Empress was now taking over. And their Zords are beaten to Hell. And Wilson's been arrested...again, technically.
He was out of bed, as well, but he wished he was not. Calvin paced around the room multiple times and had to take a lot of the water offered to relax. His injuries were not so bad. Cuts on his face and bruises on his arms and back, but nothing he wouldn't bounce back from with his endurance. He's taken worse, believe it or not. His mind was filled with so many things. Mostly Splica. That bitch...ever since their one on one he had felt nothing but contempt for that vile she-devil. And now she's the leader of the enemy? What even happened to the Emperor, did she kill him? Bad guy or not, going after your own allies is just wrong.
Jane was pretty beat up. Falling in a giant robot's head will do that. She had her midsection wrapped in wide gauze to hold marks on her, as well as bandages on her knee and wrist. Maybe she forgot to wear a seat-belt in the cockpit... Or forgot to inquire about the installation of seat-belts. She was sat up in her bed beside of Drew's, watching him sleep, the last to awaken in time. Weird to watch a guy sleep, but...hey... it's her friend. Just that and nothing else. Shut up. The guy who shot the old Armada leader's eye out! Listen, Urthemial may have only fought them one time and hurt them all badly, but he was a general villain. He was scary and certainly powerful, not someone you'd wan to meet in a dark alley at night. But the guy also didn't do much. Now his wife who nearly stole the Capital is the leader. Wonderful. Oh and Wilson is out of the hospital at least...but also in custody again. God damn... All Jane can do is focus on the bad right now. She's not one to just leave a thought alone when it is in her head.
She chuckled when Lucas tried optimism. Respectfully, she shot back: "We've bounced back from a lot, but... I think the only way we can go is further down. We hit the bottom, but now Splica might as well hand us a shovel and start digging." Not to be a bitch or immature but she has a point. Their biggest assets are down, their oldest asset is in the slammer, and the toxic mega cu--...well, it's bad. She rubbed her wrist and swung her legs off of the bed. Cavlin helped her stand up.
"Jane has a point, guys. We can't get much lower. And Tidal's right... Our Zords are out best shot when it comes to beating the Armada's forces. Now we got nothing. Unless we're gonna just shoot pistols from the ground up at their fleets," Calvin said with no hostility but more realism. When thing get bad they get bad, and he knows that. He just accepted it...but had optimism inside. Jane did not. She was colder than that, but not being mean about it.
"Speaking of Wilson, guys... What do we do? Are we even going to his trial? Because I can't decide if we should or focus on the other messes to clean up..." Jane said, hand over her stomach.