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trans_92010-09-19 12:46 am
morphitudinous) wrote in trans_92010-09-19 12:46 am
The monster ain't gonna shrink [Open!]
How could he sleep with all of this on his plate?
Billy was really beginning to feel the weight of everything on his shoulders. He'd lost a friend, was now facing the possibility of losing another, and felt hopeless to stop any of it. Every waking second was spent on these thoughts, and they were starting to leak into his dreams as well. He needed to get away.
So he sought the refuge of the Command Center late one night, feeling quite protected despite the loneliness of the empty halls. Some unknown urge carried him down to one of the basement levels. It was difficult to see here, but there was a faint blue light coming from what must have been a room. Ever-curious, he entered and found cabinets lining the walls along with a central operating table.
Above him, faint light filtered through a grate---the same grate, he realized, through which he had watched Zordon and Alpha create Tommy's White Ranger powers. That had occurred in this room, but those events felt like they had taken place a lifetime ago to him. A lifetime before Ohm, death, and new friends from beyond the stars.
In this unexplored room, there was only one option: explore it! No cabinet was left unopened, no loose tile unturned, not even the one that hid a key. That fit a keyhole on the far wall, as he found out. And that keyhole opened a door, revealing a digital screen of blueprints glowing brightly.
They weren't just any blueprints, though. They were blueprints, he realized after a moment of study, for a new set of Power Morphers. Most of the key raw materials were here in the cabinets, but a few small pieces would have to be collected outside if he was to build them.
Could he really build morphers and distribute them? With his original friends absent and increasingly unlikely to be released by Stacy, that meant creating a new team from the crew members here. It was a thought that had a list of implications increasing every second. Clearly, this fledgling idea in the back of his mind would require some careful consideration before he acted.
This thought process, he believed, would be a little easier away from this place that contained so many memories. After copying the blueprints to his omnicom and gathering the raw materials he found, he exited the Command Center and made his way up to the observation deck. It was late at night, and therefore unlikely to be very crowded. That was a good sign, he thought, but late night conversation wouldn't exactly hurt him either.
Billy found a comfortable meat-couch and started tinkering with this first Green morpher, allowing his worries to sink to the back of his mind. From what he had seen on the blueprint, this Power granted weaponry far more versatile than his own. There would not be arsenal envy with the new Green Ranger if he went through with this, Billy told himself.
Billy was really beginning to feel the weight of everything on his shoulders. He'd lost a friend, was now facing the possibility of losing another, and felt hopeless to stop any of it. Every waking second was spent on these thoughts, and they were starting to leak into his dreams as well. He needed to get away.
So he sought the refuge of the Command Center late one night, feeling quite protected despite the loneliness of the empty halls. Some unknown urge carried him down to one of the basement levels. It was difficult to see here, but there was a faint blue light coming from what must have been a room. Ever-curious, he entered and found cabinets lining the walls along with a central operating table.
Above him, faint light filtered through a grate---the same grate, he realized, through which he had watched Zordon and Alpha create Tommy's White Ranger powers. That had occurred in this room, but those events felt like they had taken place a lifetime ago to him. A lifetime before Ohm, death, and new friends from beyond the stars.
In this unexplored room, there was only one option: explore it! No cabinet was left unopened, no loose tile unturned, not even the one that hid a key. That fit a keyhole on the far wall, as he found out. And that keyhole opened a door, revealing a digital screen of blueprints glowing brightly.
They weren't just any blueprints, though. They were blueprints, he realized after a moment of study, for a new set of Power Morphers. Most of the key raw materials were here in the cabinets, but a few small pieces would have to be collected outside if he was to build them.
Could he really build morphers and distribute them? With his original friends absent and increasingly unlikely to be released by Stacy, that meant creating a new team from the crew members here. It was a thought that had a list of implications increasing every second. Clearly, this fledgling idea in the back of his mind would require some careful consideration before he acted.
This thought process, he believed, would be a little easier away from this place that contained so many memories. After copying the blueprints to his omnicom and gathering the raw materials he found, he exited the Command Center and made his way up to the observation deck. It was late at night, and therefore unlikely to be very crowded. That was a good sign, he thought, but late night conversation wouldn't exactly hurt him either.
Billy found a comfortable meat-couch and started tinkering with this first Green morpher, allowing his worries to sink to the back of his mind. From what he had seen on the blueprint, this Power granted weaponry far more versatile than his own. There would not be arsenal envy with the new Green Ranger if he went through with this, Billy told himself.
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It's a cold, harsh truth he's learned at least twice over. It doesn't stop him from hating war, but even he knows things about survival that make life less than idyllic. With another chirp, he rounds the end of the couch to offer Billy both the covered plate and whatever else the Human might ask.
"Haow Bee thin-k? Bee is smahrrrrt. Wha-t Bee thin-k?"
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Billy rakes a hand through his hair, considering. "I found five incomplete Power Morphers in the Command Center and the blueprints I need to finish them."
He ignores the food for now, trying to get his thoughts out of his head first.
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Yes, that last bit takes him by utter surprise and he damn near drops the plate right then. The squeak out of him coincides with the flash of colour streaming across his skin -- Shocked, amazed, curious, awed, a little afraid.
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That surprise in turn concerns him, and he reaches out to make sure that Renne's okay. "Here," he says, setting the plate down on the table in front of him. "It's okay, it surprised me too. That was the easy part---now I need to decide what to do with them."
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"Eey-ess, Rrrr-enne ma-ke surrrre Bee noh ge-t sick. Wha-t Bee wahn-t do wi-th....tha-t?"
He'd probably butcher the word 'morpher' horribly, not that he quite entirely understands what one is or how it works beyond "changing someone into a superhero".
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He turns the half-finished device over in his hands a few times, lost in thought.
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Trill. Ears twitching a little, the Renne moves to sit on the floor at the young engineer's feet.
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It was a sad and pathetic thought, he knew that.
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"If High-Uhp pun-ish Bee, Rrr-enne go wi-th too. High-Uhp be stoo-pid, pun-ish bee fohrrr wahn-t hell-p Big Ship."
His voice comes down to almost a whisper but his conviction might stand up to even the Powers that Be.
"Bee noh neh-verrr be ah-lone. Is li-ke....Is li-ke have R'tel grrrow. Ma-ke big-gerrr. Rrrr-enne thin-k Bee ma-ke Sohrrr-Doo hap-py."
And he really does think Billy makes that ancient sage proud.
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"You really think Zordon would entrust this to me? I'm considerably less experienced at picking heroes than he was. I can ask for help, but...I don't think it would be right to knowingly hide these powers away. Our comrades could use them and save their lives."
He turns that thought over in his head. "So...if I do this, there will still be room for the others if they ever join me? It just feels too close to replacing them---but the alternative of holding back power that could save lives is worse. I just have to make Command see that."
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There's the ghost of a smile on his face.
"If Bee nee-d hell-p, Bee ask. Noh, it noh rrre-place. Bee noh do tha-t; Bee noh be e-vil. It be, Bee ma-ke grrrow."
Now if he ever got the irony of saying that.
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Grinning lightly, he reaches out and ruffles Renne's hair on a reflex. "As long as it's a circle of friends and not another monster bearing down on us that I'll be growing, we should be all right."
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He seems to taste this new word upon whispering it, finding it both appropriate and very true in his world of thinking. Unable to resist however, the blushing giggle that comes with hair-ruffling, Renne offers a nuzzle in return.
"Bee do goo-d thin-g. Rrrr-enne hell-p Bee haow Bee wahn-t, haow Bee nee-d, if Bee wahn-t."
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Billy nods. "I won't be sure how you can help until the plans are further along, but I can tell that you're anxious to feed me right now."
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"Eey-ess. Bee nee-d eat. If Bee ma-ke Bee si-ck, Rrrr-enne gi-ve Bee whack-whack, th-en ta-ke carrre Bee."
And don't think he's kididng either.
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"Hee. Rrrr-enne noh hit Bee fohrrr rrreal, Sil-lee!"
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"I see. But you still want me to eat before I leave, right?"
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And gladly, too.
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Blush. Nuzzle. Taking a moment to find the covered plate, the imp uncovers it with a little bit of a flourish. There's a nice, healthy salad, a warm bowl of what looks like Italian wedding soup and stuff called tracle for dessert.
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When it's all done and cleared, he flops back against the couch and makes a content noise. He's just on the edge of pleasantly full. "Thanks," he whispers.
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Chirp. There's a flash of curiosity across his skin although it's followed in a nanosecond by that odd trepidation he feels when dealing with anything he considers Billy's world.
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"Yeah, it's late. I should probably resume work on this in the morning."
Which means he's going to attempt to wake up early and work before his first shif, of course, but if he's going to do that he really needs sleep now.
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He's not asking to store them himself -- he'd never trust himself with that in any circumstance. Rather, he asks if Billy wishes to take his project with him or keep it somewhere where only he knows.
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