Voyage to Heck (Power Rangers RPM)
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estiroseAnd an AU to the AU to the AU to the AU. Or maybe there's less than that. Same general universe as "What Hastens to be Done".
Ziggy looked at the glowing uniform, and ran. The suit had been… well, everything he always dreamed of, and dreaded. Dreamed of because it invaded his dreams when he slept; dreaded because he knew what the suit meant. Death, either by robots or by the suit itself.
"Stay still!" A distorted voice called, and Ziggy didn't care. He had to get out of the place before the suit claimed him, before the voice claimed him. The door at first resisted, and then he was free, running out into the street and getting away from the place as fast as he could.
***
The military was looking for him. He knew why; the suit wanted him and wanted him badly. He could feel it. He said nothing, of course, even as Benny looked all concerned at him. It wasn't like he could explain why he was so jumpy. He couldn't explain that he'd dropped into the Rangers' HQ and a suit had chosen that moment to adopt him.
He was sure that's why his head was hurting so badly. If it had been hurting a little before, it was now hurting with a vengeance. But he wasn't stupid, and he wasn't going to deliver himself into the hands of the Rangers.
***
But the Military got him, and he was taken back. Back to where the suit and the voice were. It was funny, how he'd been considered a danger to himself, a Ranger candidate. How those two sets of words fit together that well when they shouldn't.
He was unhandcuffed, but it didn't matter. There were two Military guys on either side of him, making sure he couldn't leave this time. The Rangers were somewhere behind them, not supporting the suit or the voice, but not helping either.
"Take the morpher. Bond with it." The voice was stern. Ziggy looked around. He had no choice.
With reluctance, he took the morpher, and something within him made him pull the lever, bond with the morpher. He'd signed his own death sentence, he knew, but there was nothing to be done about that.
The voice was yammering on about tests, both fitness and standardized academic. All Ziggy could think about was how it really didn't matter. He'd be dead soon anyway.
As the other Rangers approached him, with sympathetic looks, he knew at least he had friends on the voyage to heck.
Ziggy looked at the glowing uniform, and ran. The suit had been… well, everything he always dreamed of, and dreaded. Dreamed of because it invaded his dreams when he slept; dreaded because he knew what the suit meant. Death, either by robots or by the suit itself.
"Stay still!" A distorted voice called, and Ziggy didn't care. He had to get out of the place before the suit claimed him, before the voice claimed him. The door at first resisted, and then he was free, running out into the street and getting away from the place as fast as he could.
***
The military was looking for him. He knew why; the suit wanted him and wanted him badly. He could feel it. He said nothing, of course, even as Benny looked all concerned at him. It wasn't like he could explain why he was so jumpy. He couldn't explain that he'd dropped into the Rangers' HQ and a suit had chosen that moment to adopt him.
He was sure that's why his head was hurting so badly. If it had been hurting a little before, it was now hurting with a vengeance. But he wasn't stupid, and he wasn't going to deliver himself into the hands of the Rangers.
***
But the Military got him, and he was taken back. Back to where the suit and the voice were. It was funny, how he'd been considered a danger to himself, a Ranger candidate. How those two sets of words fit together that well when they shouldn't.
He was unhandcuffed, but it didn't matter. There were two Military guys on either side of him, making sure he couldn't leave this time. The Rangers were somewhere behind them, not supporting the suit or the voice, but not helping either.
"Take the morpher. Bond with it." The voice was stern. Ziggy looked around. He had no choice.
With reluctance, he took the morpher, and something within him made him pull the lever, bond with the morpher. He'd signed his own death sentence, he knew, but there was nothing to be done about that.
The voice was yammering on about tests, both fitness and standardized academic. All Ziggy could think about was how it really didn't matter. He'd be dead soon anyway.
As the other Rangers approached him, with sympathetic looks, he knew at least he had friends on the voyage to heck.
