Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers in any form.
note: I already have the ending in mind. Which is odd, I usually don't have the most random dream causing a fic to spawn out of my head. I also have yet to write in the power rangers verse. Basically I have to figure out how to get this to that ending. It's been awhile since I've written anything.
Tommy Oliver ducked, then kicked out at one attacker while firing the stolen laser weapon at the other unknown. All around him, he heard more explosions and screams.
It was three weeks after they had used their powers for the final time to win the day.
He didn’t know how what had happened since then. Or who the enemy was.
Kira and Conner died when the building they were in was hit by one of the ships.
Trent managed to get a small group of people into Mesagog’s old laboratory through a portal. The portal was destroyed along with the shop it was linked to soon after.
He didn’t know if they were safe.
He didn’t have time to focus on that.
Ethan, was in a coma but stable in the old headquarters. Hayley was tending him.
Tommy was the one the civilians had managed to get a workable guerrilla force rallied around.
He didn’t know anything about what was going on outside of the city.
There wasn’t even time to figure out how to get his powers working.
Not right now.
Maybe, if they got a breather.
Tommy triggered the mines he’d set.
Time to withdraw and regroup.
Maybe the scientists that had survived had found a way to even the odds.
And maybe he could pound some answers out of the tattooed man in leather who had attacked him the day after the celebration. Before things went to hell.