AlteredTundra

Rangers

Clint and Jordan over here making a contest out of who can kill the most druidons

I'm here for it!

Rosefell High.

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"I could never say no to a drink."

”I think you and I are going to have a grand time tonight.”

There wasn’t any denying in both the way Nicholas pleasantly smirked at the shorter redhead who so graciously accepted his offering, which totally wasn’t a random red solo cup he didn’t find on some table along the way to her, that he was looking forward in getting to know exactly who she was. Of course, he always felt this way about any beautiful ginger, regardless of gender identity. All they needed was to remind him of those memories, the fond ones growing up when he fell in love with Blossom and how, even if they didn’t realize it, they captured his curiosity, pulling it towards him like their hair was the red cape and he was the bull, mindlessly charging.

Nicholas took a medium step closer to her, maintaining a fixated, invested, though not appearing too desperate, with hers. Even from afar, Nicholas knew she was someone special because of how the light from the bulbs above sparkled in her gentle blue eyes. She was even better up close.

”So, you have a name—”

”Absolutely the fuck not.”

Nicholas heard a familiar voice, one that he was usually always happy to hear. But that tone. He knew that Billie always carried herself with that tone when she was about to ruin his fun.

Nicholas Salvador Grey--”

And there she goes, using my full name like she’s our mother. Nicholas’ thought was concluded as she came charging in like the more intense, though noticeably shorter twin bull-of-a-sister she was. “Did you really need to do that?” His question, no matter how rhetorical, was obviously met with an already nasty expression his usually-pleasant twin used so rarely, especially when directing at him. It was only when he was going to enjoy himself with someone that she magically appeared.

“We are not doing this again.”

He gave his sister an equally, though slightly less obvious, nasty expression back at her. “And what, Billie Jean Grey--” Say my name, I declare yours “--would that be, exactly?”

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@metanoia

He is such a wholesome boy. Loves him so much! He hits my want to huggle button but Jordan is a little twit so we shall see if I ever get to do it....and if I get to that it isn’t the most awkward hug ever which I feel like it will be.

@Akayaofthemoon

I like to think, over time, she could find herself in a position where she can see the magic of Huggable Ross.

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Ross just makes me want to give him endless hugs.

@Akayaofthemoon

I didn't originally intend for Ross to be the wholesome one of the group, but the more I write him, the more I think he's definitely gonna be the wholesome one of the group

As a big brother figure, Clint can't give Ross a hug.

Firm pats on shoulder intensify

@Potemking

Ross:

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Location — Angel Grove Community Center
Interactions — A family, Vallory @Zoey Boey, Charlie (indirectly; observing her baddassery) @OGSG

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When the lance was removed from the Druidon's grasp and he caught the non-verbal cue, Ross stepped back from it, removing his hands from the middle of the lance, and watched as Vallory would make quick work of the previous owner of the lance, as well as his friends.

Ross felt a secondhand adrenaline course through his veins. His arms were moving on their own. When Vallory made a thrust forward, his fists tightened up into a ball and lightly pumped into the air. He cheered her on when they were reduced to ash, no longer a threat to anyone.

And after a brief encounter with her friend Mia, who Ross recognized as one of the people he spoke with earlier before the event started, Vallory shouted at the two of them, telling both him and Mia to get out of here. He wanted to protest, feeling that she might need help. But then she mentioned Sloane and what he had suggested

Finding an exit.

For as much Ross was concerned about the kids and the parents they came with, he couldn't forget the fact that when it came down to it, he rushed into action. He wasn't a Power Ranger or anyone who was in any position to make a real difference -- not yet, anyway. But he was respected by most of everyone here. He had been working with just about every family that had kids stay at the center from early morning well into the evening. They looked up to him. They saw him as a role model.

And this was the time for Ross to prove that to them.

"Right. Just..." Ross looked at Vallory before she took off, "just be careful."

His heart thudded intensely in his chest and Ross took maybe five steps forward, heading towards a family of three who were under an awkwardly positioned bench. A Druidon soldier was coming close to them. Ross prepared himself to take off in a jump. He was a skilled long jumper, which was his specialty when he was a part of the track and field team during high school. He took the stance with his body being poised to take off using his left foot, however, the soldier was distracted by the same thing that Ross turned to see:

A girl who couldn't have been any older than he nor Vallory making quick work of a Druidon.

"Whoa..." was all Ross could mutter as he sloppily ducked as the Druidon soldier noticed him and swung its lance at him. He tripped over himself.

As he looked over at the family, he put on a brave face for the little girl who was terrified. "It's going to be okay," he promised her even though he wasn't the least bit confident that it would be. He had to make sure she wasn't afraid.

He stared down the creature as it raised its lance, but the sight of a bright purple light caught its and his attention. The druidon soldier took off to a run, though it was obliterated about five paces into its haste-like sprint. Ross shielded the sight as he positioned himself in front of the kids, his back turned to the light and he smiled at the mother, father, and their little girl. Telling them repeatedly it's going to be okay.

Curiosity took over as Ross turned and his jaw dropped around the same time that he heard Vallory's voice. It reverberated like a crashing wave, the vibrations of her fangirling outweighing the previous desperate feeling he felt when he had his hands on the lance. The light that seemed to overwhelm the darkness of the scenario made Ross feel...good. Something about seeing it made him genuinely confident that maybe things weren't so bad now.

And when the smoke cleared, his eyes widened for the first, authentic time. Hearing Vallory's voice confirm what his eyes and mind were confused about sent him up to his feet, almost star-struck.

"Who is that?" The little girl asked

Ross slowly turned his head to face her. "I...think that's a Power Ranger," he admitted as he tried to process that the rangers were actually back.

Ten years ago, the rangers disappeared without a trace. They had been the saviors of Angel Grove. They were the heroes that they never thought they'd get. PArt of the reason Ross became so grounded in wanting to help people out had more to do with just the center. Of course, it was a large reason as to why he is the way he is, but it was the rangers who stood as symbols of hope that inspired him to do what he could. It was the rangers who protected them all from the Druidons that Ross felt if he had it in him, he should always do the right thing. But more importantly, the rangers made him believe in himself more and truly gave him the confidence to not let what people said about him get to him so much.

Snapping out of it, Ross quickly got up, holding the table up. "Okay, it's safe to come out." Ross held out his hand, helping all three of them get up. "There's a fire emergency exit over there--" he gestured to the door with the neon "exit" sign about ten feet to the left of them, "--use that to get to safety. There's a staircase that will lead you outside." Ross told them and smiled once more.

Suddenly, the little girl gave him a tight hug. Ross was caught off guard as his heart pumped in that fluttery way and he pat the top of her head.

"Thank you Mr. Ross!" She said as she hugged him for a few more seconds.

"No problem, Grace," he said before he watched her leave with her parents. He made sure to watch them until they disappeared through the door. Better safe than sorry.

He felt a sense of pride in how he was able to help a family get to safety but he had to do more.

But what?

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Vallory fangirling out over Charlie is quite literally one of the best things I've read today other than Charlie getting her Purple Dino Ranger on.

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I don't know where Vallory and Sloane's head is gonna be at as soon as they see Charlie morph, but I know Ross will be somewhere between



and



_{in reference to his bad gut feeling about the drudon soldiers}

Heed the Call

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As the sun began to set on Ridgewood Utah, the golden rays hitting the Great Salt Lake that separated Ridgewood from Salt Lake City, the backdrop of the Wasatch Mountain Range was given a brilliant mix of reds and oranges and yellows, traditional 4th of July festivities exploded all around town. Great displays of fireworks that would make Time Square jealous exploded into the sky, whistling, screaming, howling into the almost-night.

But this was in the city. Up in Wasatch mountains, specifically at Camp Ridgewood that had over fifty adolescents, who officially were there for “special reasons”, they might hear the faintest whisper from the city. Visually, they might have the best view in the house. Maybe there are a couple who enjoy being so far away from the chaos of the festivities. Maybe it’s just the fact that they can watch it from afar that is enough for them. Or maybe there might be a couple who feel bummed out they aren’t able to be up close.

Whatever their opinion, Camp Ridgewood is about to undergo their own festivities as some campers will gather around an unlit fire. However, there might be a small group that have other ideas.

As they prepare this, six campers specifically will receive a weird email. They won’t know how this Jericho Watson got their private email - be it Yahoo, Gmail, or whatever they happen to have, but one thing will be clear: it’s not an accident.

And the moment they receive this strange E-Mail, that’s when the real mystery begins.

Heed the Call

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Alarms and sirens went off, flaring red and white and green in a room with nothing but computer monitors, showing various regions and sub-sections of the Digital world: Net Ocean, land masses and the continents, individual islands of the File archipelago -- all of which were close to being under siege. But as for the other regions of the digital world? Fire rained down upon them, armies of digimon came for them, and places that were safe, villages that once were safe havens for refugees were now a hotbed for the forces of evil.

Above the monitors that showed all of the destruction was another, but this one was different. It didn’t show any known location in the digital world nor did it show any location at all, but what it did show was a room. It was one with nine chambers, all a different color. Within them were nine digieggs, devices that looked like stopwatches, and necklaces each with a crest inside them.
On the monitor was a timer.

8:30:05

Eight minutes and thirty seconds. Just under nine minutes until all hope was lost.

That is, of course, if Jericho Watson wasted time.

“Through all of the damage the world has been dealt, the losses of valiant warriors of both sky and land, they must live.” A man with what could be described as a heavy English accent that the humans call said, standing next to a large Lion-like DIgimon.

“Jericho, what are you planning?” Liamon asked in his deep, primal voice.

As he leaned forward, fingers tapping away on the keyboard at such record speed that the older man had a focused look on his face. The moment he began typing away, the images of the Digital World under seige were replaced by a screensaver-like image, symbols and a myriad of ones and zeroes meshing together, connecting with each other, various sounds from beeps to subtle roars began to almost cancel out the impending doom from outside the room Jericho and Liamon were in.

“Jericho!” Liamon spoke up once again, this time getting his attention.

“I’m doing what I can to give us a chance.” Jericho didn’t look at Liamon, but rather the monitor above him with the nine digieggs. “Do you understand, Liamon? They are our only hope!”

5:00:00

“Five minutes left.”

_^bangbang

“Liamon!”

From behind them, the door to the laboratory opened up and three Knightmon burst through the door, metal swords aimed high as they came charging for Jericho. As they did, Liamon jumped in front of them, brandishing sharp fangs at all three, zipping through the air, digging his claws and fangs into the Digi-Chromzoid-clad digimon. Despite being ultimates, Liamon was too fierce of a digimon to have any difficulty with them.

They were reduced to data before their swords even hit the ground.

With a smirk, Jericho spent the next four and a half minutes writing over five-thousand lines of DIgiCode and in that time, it was slowly becoming apparent what he was doing. One by one, each mini-chamber that had those digieggs inside them were teleported out of the facility. They were being sent to a place far away from where they were.

“Only three left to go…”

_^Crash

From above, unlike before where the Knightmon came barging in like amateurs, there came a shockwave that sent Jericho and Liamon flying in opposing directions. Where Liamon crashed into steel pipes, Jericho found himself back first against the solid steel wall. He grunted with agony as he saw Liamon lay what he had to assume was unconscious, but then he saw long, tendril-like arms with red nails. He knew that was the obvious sign of a Devidramon.

“So, if Devidramon is here, that could only mean.” Jericho narrowed his eyes, trying not to make any sudden movements.

The thing about Devidramon, while he wasn’t all that bright, the many eyes on his head could see all things at once. So if there was a hint of movement from any direction, he would see it. But this posed a problem because Jericho needed to get back to the computer. He had to make sure those last three were teleported away safely. If even one of them fell into the wrong hands, who knew what would happen…

“Digi...Destined…” Devidramon’s raspy voice always rubbed Jericho the wrong way like the acid dripping from its mouth. “Where are the DIgi-Destined!” It roared and its many eyes glowed a piercing red.

“Liamon!”

Devidramon turned its large, demonic body towards Jericho, lunging for him but then a zap of an electric shockwave hitting it from the back. It didn’t make it budge, but Liamon now had the beast’s undivided attention.

Jericho used this opportunity to lunge himself to the computer. He cursed under a breath as he didn’t have enough time. Another curse as he bit his lip, hiding back a scream that desperately wanted to come out.

As the battle between the two digimon raged on, Liamon’s grunts and roars met Devidramon’s unholy screams, Jericho had to think. He couldn’t get the other three out of here. He knew the last remaining three would likely be taken by the undead army, but that didn’t mean they would be granted their power.

With fast fingers, Jericho coded a barrier around all three that remained. In the moment it was activated, the three crests glowed brilliantly with the color each crest was unique with. After five seconds, ther would be a protective barrier that not even the Demon Lords could break.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do more, but..” Jericho hit the enter key, sending an email to the Six DigiDestined. They wouldn’t know what this meant, but…

“Jackson, Wesley, Ryana, Cherrie, Sierra, Alexis - you’re our only hope.”

As the message was sent, it also triggered something else. All of the monitors, which were all back to showing the scenes of carnage had all but been replaced with a countdown timer.

00:00:25

Jericho looked back, seeing Liamon nearly finishing off Devidramon. With a single swipe of his claws, Devidramon’s form was reduced to data. Liamon hunched over, clearly exhausted from several battles over the course of the past ten minutes, but Jericho could only smile.

Liamon wasn’t his partner in the same way those Digimon would be to the Digi-Destined, but there was no denying that he cared for the Lion DIgimon as much as he could. And that’s why he couldn’t let him suffer the same fate - not if he was going to be of any help.

“Liamon…”

“So, this is the end of our partnership.” Liamon smiled through his obvious pain. “Jericho, it has been an honor to--”

“I’m sorry. You aren’t done. I might be, but--”

Jericho’s hand was under the computer station and he pressed a button. Before Liamon could get in a single word, his form was surrounded by a bright light similar to the same light that teleported the DigiDestined’s future partner’s to an undisclosed location.

“Liamon, please help them. Mentor them in ways that I could not. And if they prove to be worthy enough, tell them to look for the light in the sky. When the time is right, they will know what that means.”

He knew Liamon could hear him. He knew that his will would be carried on through his good friend. And when the timer reached zero, Jericho knew that it was all in their hands.

^_BOOM

A flash of light originating from the monitors consumed The Facility, taking all enemy digimon — and Jericho Watson — with them.

It really was in the kids’ hands.

Heed the Call

^{Table of Contents}

Prologue
Episode I: Just Another Day at Camp
Episode II: Strangers in a Strange Land