All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players;
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
I feel like writing about Power Rangers. And because I’m a go getter who goes after the things he wants in life, I’m doing exactly that. Enjoy.
Power/Ranger:Z
1. Hey. Why Not?
Z was surrounded. He had the mooks exactly where he wanted them. He couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be easy. More importantly: it was going to be fun. He closed his eyes and casually activated the chakras in his hands. The gold energy flowed forth over his body. In one exhilarating heartbeat the transformation was complete. The transformation was explosive and the mooks were thrown back. Z opened his eyes.
His vision was now enhanced with a sophisticated heads-up display which was currently displaying threat assessment levels. He was also treated to a sort of neural augmentation which allowed him to think clearer, faster, and at a higher level than normal. He knew the mooks wouldn’t be down long. Unfortunately for them Z was also gifted with enhanced speed and agility. He was on the first two before they got to their knees. He took the second two before they fully got their feet. That only left four. They spread out. Two mooks were roughly covering his front and two were behind him. They were closing the distance but there was a level of uncertainty to their movements. It was almost as if they knew what was coming.
With his right leg Z mule kicked the mook behind him and to the right. It staggered back while it crumbled, panic expressed violently across its face. Apparently these things could feel fear. That was new. While he was distracted by this momentary realization, the mook at his left front came at him with furious abandon. Its face was met with Z’s gauntleted fist. Its head was promptly turned to dust as its body crumbled headless to the ground. Two left.
Z waited. He had all the time in the world. There was no sense rushing this. Only a fool would be quick with the violence. Affairs like these require surgical precision. A lot of pain and heartache can be saved with something as simple as patience. But a moment passed. And another. The mooks never attacked. Instead they backed off. Another first. What the heck was going on?
Using his neural connection, he flexed his helmet like as if it was a finger or a toe. His helmet retracted into his suit. He wanted to see this with his own eyes. When the mooks saw this they turned around and ran in opposite directions. There was no way Z could physically catch them both without expending some serious juice, and the Power takes time to recharge. He could shoot them. That would solve the problem, for sure, but it somehow wouldn’t be right. Z was wracked with indecision.
You look like a man who takes himself too seriously .
The Scarecrow, Batman Begins
I Will Win — Ron Wasserman,
That’s a wrap
Will Z slaughter the remaining mooks?
Will Z find out why the mooks are acting funny?
Will we ever find out what a mook is?
Until next time,
Thank you;