Marveling at a Range of Stars (Buffy/Power Rangers/Star Wars/Marvel)

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Summary: A cop, a jungle girl, a witch, a paleontologist, and an astronaut all sat in a spaceship. No, this is not the setup for a joke. It is the situation Buffy and her friends found themselves in late on Halloween night.

Based on the Ship of the Line BtVS Challenge and the fic Power of the Stars by Texaswookie
Halloween pt 1
"Volunteered."

Rupert Giles blinked at the sudden voice and looked down to find its source scowling up at him. Principal Snyder, the tyrant of a mid-sized high school and Giles' nominal boss.

"I-I beg your pardon?" He stuttered as the other man narrowed his eyes.

"I said, you've been volunteered." He said, crossing his arms. "I need a member of the faculty to watch the drop off for the trick-or-treating event tonight. Some parents can't handle the idea that their gremlins would be watched by teenagers even a handful of minutes sooner. Not that I can blame them. So, I'm volunteering you for the job."

"I, why me?"

The other man snorted, "Because you'll be here anyway. Scurrying in your library, fretting over some book. A few moments away from… that won't gather too much dust on the shelves."

While that was a fairly decent point Giles was quite sure he did not enjoy the phrasing. And while he would like to refuse he couldn't think of an immediate excuse. Not one that wouldn't risk his cover within the school.

"Very well." He sighed, resigning himself. Suffering another one of the many trivial tasks being a school librarian forced upon him. "When will I need to be here?"

"Five PM, on the dot. I want you and the other volunteered to be here before those hooligans can start anything." The little man moved as if to leave, allowing for the library door to slowly ease open. Then quickly shut as he spun around. "And costumes. You need a costume, it is a holiday after all."

He seemed to get a cruel kind of joy at watching the grimace on GIles' face form. When he finally walked away, far down the hall and around a corner, the library door opened to a beautiful woman letting out a large sigh of relief.

"I thought he would never leave." Jenny Calendar muttered, sweeping back her hair and giving him an apologetic smile. "Sorry for leaving you behind like that but-"

"Oh, I completely understand." He assured her, smiling as she laid a hand on his arm. "Wouldn't want to get entangled with any extra school events now would we?"

"Not after that Valentine's Day fiasco last year, no." She gave a mock shudder as he went to lock the doors behind her. "Speaking of, what are you going as?"

"I'm, uh, not sure. Something low effort I'm sure." He said, hesitating as they walked down the hallway and looking at her from the corner of his eye. "I do own a leather jacket. Perhaps I could go as that Malcolm fellow from that movie we watched. Ah, Jurassic Park?"

"A leather jacket? My, how scandalous." Jenny teased, "Were you a bad boy once upon a time Rupert?"

"I believe the colloquial term is 'I plead the fifth."

She barked out a laugh and his heart skipped.

"Glad to see you're getting used to the local lingo, English." She said before giving him a considering glance. "But, that's a no on Malcolm. I see you more as an Alan."

Giles gave her a wounded look, "I do believe I could pull off a Malcolm."

"Nah, not enough of a fuddy duddy for you. The smart dad figure on the other hand…"

"I'll have you know I'm not always a 'fuddy duddy', as you say."

"I'm getting you the hat. There's a cute little costume shop that just opened up near me, I can grab one there."

"I'm going as Malcolm."

"Sure you are."



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Buffy watched her mentor walk away, arm in arm with the attractive computer teacher. Which was simultaneously cute and ew. It was also beside the point.

"Looks like the coast is clear Will." She said, edging around the corner with her friend. They had been waiting there since their troll of a principal stomped towards the library. He had already cornered them once, forcing them to be chaperones for a bunch of elementary schoolers. She didn't want to even guess what he'd try if he saw them again.

"It also looks like he locked his doors." She muttered as she gave the door an experimental pull. Now while she could break the lock, with a literal flick of the wrist, she didn't want to go that far. Giles would get irritated at her, then he'd lecture her, which was no fun.

"We could wait until later?" Her red-haired friend offered with a rather weak smile.

Buffy pouted, thinking it over before shaking her head. One, Giles looked like he was probably going to be busy for a while, again ew. Two, she didn't want to waste any more of her costume buying time waiting for a chance to look at some stuffy old Watcher Journals. Who needed them anyway! If she needed to know more about Angel she'd ask him!

And if he wanted to turn his head at some vampire floozie then she would turn it right back. She'd show him just what he was missing!

"C'mon Wills, we got some shopping to do!"

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When Xander found the girls there was already a small pile of costumes starting to build up. Buffy seemed in the process of picking up each costume off the wrack, examining it, and tossing it back with not so faint disgust. Willow, meanwhile, stood off to the side, a ghost costume held close to her chest as she watched Buffy with a wary eye.

When Willow saw him her face lit up with relief.

"Xander, hey!" She exclaimed, waving him over and perking Buffy's attention. He took a breath and decided to rip the bandaid off. His pride still hurt but Buffy was still his friend. So he could do this, probably.

Heedless of his discomfort Willow bowled her way through the pleasantries and got to the heart of the holiday. "What'd you get?"

He held up the toy rifle he found in the discount bin.

"That's not a costume," Buffy said flatly, giving it a bit of a glare before directing it to Willow's own choice.

Xander bristled a little bit as she turned away from him. The sting to his pride singing again even as he plastered on a smile for Willow. "I got fatigues from an Army surplus at home. Call me the Two-Dollar Costume King, baby!"

Willow smiles at him but he could tell that she knew something was up. It was probably obvious, he wasn't so good with the whole 'hiding his feelings' thing, not around her at least. Not around either of them apparently as Buffy's eyes focused on him, like a hawk spotting a mouse. He felt about as pinned.

"Hey, Xander? Look…" She paused as he turned towards her, toy gun pointed in her direction. "About this morning, I'm really sorry."

Xander grimaced, "Do you mind? I'm trying to repress here."

"Okay, how about this? Next time I'll just let you get pummeled." She offered, even giving a hug to seal the deal.

"Thanks." He said with a roll of his eyes but returned the hug. "Maybe keep that promise to guys who can get a suntan? I'm pretty sure I can take them."

"Uh-huh." She said, smiling up at him as they ended the hug.

"What? I totally could! I've got some muscles now, see?" He flexed a bit to show that, yes, he did in fact have some muscles there. He was no bodybuilder, but it was there!

The girls gave him his proper appreciation. Between their giggles, but credit was given. And all was well, until Buffy snagged their costumes.

"Hey!" They yelled in unison, trying to swipe their costumes back. Unfortunately, her Slayer reflexes made it an unfair match.

"Nuh-uh." She said, zig zagging her prizes away from her friends' reaching hands. "You guys aren't doing Halloween right! I'm not allowing this!" She waved a finger at them both, the ghost costume swinging in her grip. "Halloween is 'come as you aren't' day not 'let me get the cheapest and most boring choices'. A soldier and a ghost? Really?"

"Some of us like cheap, thank you very much." Xander said stiffly before pausing, "Wait. Rephrase that."

"And ghosts are a classic choice! It's spooky. Like Halloween!"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "And that's all Halloween is about? That certainly explains all the clown and Power Ranger costumes I see every year." She pointed a finger, cutting off his 'clowns are evil' comment before it could form. "The point is, Halloween isn't JUST about being scary. It's a part of it, sure, but the costumes are more than that. They let you be what you're scared of being. Be a little goofy, be a little sexy, get into character, have fun! Be what you want to be, not what's convenient!"

There was a beat of silence before someone said "Wow, that's a good point."

The three friends turned to stare at a small grouping of familiar looking nerds who scurried off. Though not before dropping some of their off-the-rack costumes back on the shelf. A few other people seemed to be taking their example. Putting back what they had in hand, and wandering further into the store.

The guy at the register seemed ecstatic about the whole thing. Probably the owner or something.

"Anyway," Buffy said, drawing her friends' attention back to her. "You are not going as… these."

"Oh, and what are you going as Miss Smarty Pants?" Xander asked, arms crossed and giving a bit of a scowl.

"Something sexy and wild." She said with a grin that became a bit teasing as she saw his scowl start to morph into something intrigued. "Have to show Angel what he's ignoring."

The scowl returned but he was still interested, very interested. "I recommend spandex."

Buffy snorted before jerking her captured ghost costume out of range of a creeping Willow hand. The redhead tried a few more swipes before she let out a whine of "Buufffy!"

"Nope. I'm putting my foot down here." She said, going so far as to toss the costume at the top of a shelf, two aisles over. "No ghosts."

Willow's face started to match her hair, a mix of embarrassment and frustration with more than a hint of anger. "But I like ghosts! And, and, I can't do the sexy thing" Her voice became quieter with every word, painfully so. "I'll just end up looking like a spaz."

Xander looked between the two girls, feeling very much confused and starting in on worried. He thought he was going to have to say something to help his Willow out of her funk but Buffy acted quicker.

She reached out, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder and forcing them to meet eyes. "You don't have to do sexy." She said gently, "I'm going to be doing enough of that for both of us, but you are going to be adventurous. For me if not for you? Aim for… cute?"

Willow chewed at her lip, obviously torn but she did give a nod. And Buffy beamed at her, even hugging her. A hug where she gave Xander the 'I'm watching you' gesture over her shoulder.

He held his hands up in surrender, he knew a losing battle when he saw one. "I'll find something cool, jeez!" As long as it was under twenty dollars, he needed the rest for twinkie supplies.

They shopped around a bit more and Buffy, despite her speech, ended up taking the longest. Xander quickly found a faux NASA jacket that he instantly fell in love with. Willow meanwhile kept trying to sneak a ghost costume. Right up until Buffy forced a rather conservative witch costume into her hands.

"No ghosts." She said, digging through another bin for something. "You are at least showing your face tonight. Ah!"

She smiled as she pulled out a wrapped costume, faux leopard print obvious even from a distance. The image on the front promised a costume with a bare midriff and a plunging neckline. Xander wasn't sure if it was okay by school rules but he approved and, apparently, so did Buffy.

"Perfect!"


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Cordelia did not stomp through the halls of Sunnydale high, she was too grateful for that. Ask anyone.

What she did was stride aggressively.

Paths cleared for her as she met the various eyes around her with a painted smile. She looked good, she knew it, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with it. Especially because she was in the wrong costume!

Everyone was changing their costume up last minute and her desired sexy cat outfit. Instead, she had to go to some run down startup and get stuck with a sexy cop costume. A faux uniform of navy blues and pink trims that relied more on exposed legs than curves to be 'sexy'. It was a complete waste of her figure but it's what she had to deal with.

She was going to show that no good idiot Devon what he had stood up. Just because he was the lead singer of some small town band didn't mean jack, not in the face of Cordelia Chase. The Ingrate!

She paused and sniffed at the thought, staying still long enough for her eyes to take in the crowd at the front of the school. The usual set of dorks was around, each in their own cheesy little costumes.

A jungle woman, really? She thought Summers was \better than that. Even if she turned out to be a freak. Probably trying to get Angel's interest back, good luck with that. Rosenberg seemed to have branched out with a flowy witch's costume, still plain. The librarian didn't look too bad with his black button down. Though the image was completely ruined by a red handkerchief around his neck and a straw hat. Harris wasn't worth mentioning.

She stiffened as she felt a tug at her skirt, fury starting to boil up from her gut as she whirled around. Said fury sputtered out as she stared down at a little teary face holding up a wristband for her. "My friends don't want to play with these anymore. Do you want one?" The little kid asked, snot threatening to leave his nostril.

She bent down, by the knees so she didn't jump start his puberty, and looked him in the eye. "What is it?"

He sniffed, "I made them for our costumes but they changed their minds. We're going as the Village People now." Which did explain his firefighter costume. "But I didn't want to go as the Village People so I made these but they don't want to but yesterday they said it would be a cool idea."

"Okay, okay. Calm down." She said looking at the offered wristband. It was an ugly gray thing made of rubber bands of painted bottle caps. "What is it again?"

He told her and she snorted, but she still took it because she wasn't a monster. "Y'know who would love these? See those four over there? They'd be thrilled to have them."

"Really?"

"Really." With that, the little munchkin made his way to the loser squad and Cordelia tucked the bracelet into one of her many pockets. Seriously, the skimpy costume had more pockets in it than most of her daily wear.

With her good deed done for the day she continued her stride into the school. Devon's stupid bandmate was probably still lazing around somewhere. If she couldn't find the snake she might as well yell at his puppy.



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Willow adjusted her dress as another gust of wind pulled it much too tight. Buffy had said it would be cute but she found she was showing more of her nonexistent curves than she was comfortable with. Yes, she was wearing a t-shirt and shorts underneath but that didn't stop the embarrassment.

Pulling at the brim of her witch's hat she pointed the way to the next house with her wand. "Let's." She started, trying to think of something cleverly Halloween-y to say before giving up. "Let's head over there, please."

They trailed after her, bouncing from sugar and excitement. They technically shouldn't have eaten any of their candy yet, razor blades and all that, but Willow couldn't keep an eye on all of them at once.

"C'mon guys." She said, waving them along up to the door.

"Trick or Treat!" They screamed in unison as the door opened. The old woman on the other side gushed over them as she dug into the bowl of her candy.

Then Willow blinked and Madison opened her eyes. Dazed and confused she looked around a town that very much wasn't Briarwood. It felt disgusting. The air here was a bowl of tar compared to her hometown's misty tingle.

She jumped as someone screamed, literally right next to her. Spinning around she found an old woman scrambling away from a pair of battling… imps? They certainly didn't look like any Morlocks she had ever seen.

Still, she kicks them apart, more out of instinct than anything else. "Hey! Stop that!" She even raised her wand as a threat, the glowing blue tip more than enough to send the pair scurrying away.

"Hmph." She harrumphed, satisfied the fighting was over. Until she looked up and down the street where dozens of such fights were sparking. People were running, screaming, away from various monsters of all kinds. Some of them even looked a bit familiar. "Um, ma'am I think you better get-" the door slammed shut and a half dozen locks sounded behind the thick wood. "Do that… okay then."

Madison made her way to the street, unsure of what to do. Well, more than try and scare away the creatures chasing after the screaming humans.

Her wrist started to speak, a crackling sound from a bracelet she doesn't remember wearing. "This is Andros the Red Space Ranger. I'm here with the Yellow Galactic Ranger. Does anyone else hear me?"

There was a pause, then a series of beeps.

"Black Dino Thunder Ranger here." A voice eventually responded. "Man, it's been forever since I've used one of these."

Then another voice, "SPD 5 Pink Ranger responding. Does anyone have a clue on what's going on here? Or where here is? Or even when?"

Madison fumbled a bit as she pressed the button on the side, "Uh, Blue Mystic Ranger. I think there's a spell going on but everything is so chaotic, I can't get a good read of it. What are we going to do?"

"Meet up," two voices said at once, both of the men from earlier. Though the older ceded to the younger. "We'll meet up and make a plan then. Until then gather information on your way and stay safe.

That seemed easier said than done but she would do her best. This night may look crazy but there were Power Rangers there to set things right.
 
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Halloween pt 2
It was Halloween night and the air was positively filled with screams. A sound that made the local nightlife roll their eyes. They couldn't believe someone would, or even could, be that gaudy. That cliché. Especially in their town.

Attacking humans on Halloween of all days? It was so much better to just curl up on what was to be a quiet night and snack on a fresh kitten or two. At least that's what the local demon population thought. Ethan Rayne was never much for decorum, especially when it came to a good time. His good time to be more precise. Other people's enjoyment was much lower on his priority and care list.

He hummed to himself as he examined his spell, specifically the bust that laid at the focal point. He had been a bit unsure about invoking the name of Janus for his spell. The god was all about the orderly transition of things and he was a chaos worshiper. Not exactly the usual bedfellows there. But, despite his misgivings, things were going off without a hitch!

The very nature of the god, the one that worried him so, flowed seamlessly with his intent. And with a bit of siphoning from the local Hellmouth's ambient energy, well, he thought the results spoke for themselves. He even gave the air a chef's kiss to show his appreciation.

A whole town, or at least those who bought from his humble shop, had been transformed into their costumes. An easy enough concept to think of but hell and a half to pull off.

Hopefully, it would be enough to rouse the attention of his old friend. If not, well, at least he had a bit of fun.

Ethan blinked as the bell to his shop's front rang. "That was quicker than expected." He said. Tapping his lips. Not even an hour in and someone has already come banging at his door. It should have been longer, he took the usual precautions.

Peering into the main room he spied three figures advancing down the rows of costumes. There were three men, each terrifying in their own way, but one, in particular, struck a nervous cord in him.

"Oh, I most certainly did not sell those costumes." He muttered, interested despite the sinking feeling in his gut. Said interest fled as he was dragged from his feet to stare into a deeply scarred face.

It smiled at him.

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She had never been to this planet, of that Maya was sure. The buildings and roads reminded her of Terra Venture, but she had never experienced the feeling of the land. That icy hot sensation that stabbed along her skin? She had never felt something so dark, something so starkly evil.

Not even Scorpius, Trakeena, or even the Psycho Rangers compared.

This was likely why she didn't find herself shocked to see monsters attacking people. How far said monsters flew when she kicked them? Now THAT was a surprise.

Shocking enough that the rest of the creatures scattered from the street, those that saw that is. Maya narrowed her eyes after them but her priorities, thus her attention, put the people ahead of everything else.

"Are you alright?" She asked, crouching down and offering her hand.

The woman, a teen really, ignored the hand and picked herself up. She then patted herself off and proceeded to rush away without so much as a thank you.

"Well, that was rude." She said, eyes tracking the girl as she ran down the street and into a nearby home.

Somewhat certain the girl would be safe Maya moved along herself. She crouched behind vehicles that seemed less bulky than those on Terra Venture, holding less purpose in their design. Or so it seemed to her. It felt a bit silly to be skulking as she was but circumstances compelled her to try.

Circumstances like somehow ending up on an unknown world, again. This time surrounded by dozens of strange creatures.

What she wouldn't give for half a clue on what was going on. Or a familiar sight to ground herself.

She soon found herself with a bit of the latter when a familiar battle cry rang through the air.

"Hiyah!"

She rushed to the sound, chasing after her first sign of normal. But instead of finding one of her friends, as she had hoped, she found herself looking at one of their brothers. And he was surrounded.

"Andros!" She yelled, racing towards the fight.

The creatures around Andris felt the same as the little ones she scared off a moment ago, exactly the same. They were ill placed and their presence seemed like a twist in the world. They weren't natural, they didn't belong. Every creature felt this way. The only difference between these and the ones she faced was that most were quite a bit taller. Not that it seemed to be helping them much.

The air rang with an electronic voice, "1" it called out along with another battle cry from Andros. Red energy ignited around his fist and connected for a devastating effect.

The hairy creature rolled across the pavement. Sparks trailing after it in a light show that made the other would be attackers search for easier prey. Leaving their once ally on the ground groaning in unconscious pain.

Andros, like her, stared after the creatures as they ran but did not move to follow. Instead, his head turned. His eyes focused on her face as she approached.

"Maya?" He asked, as if unsure it was her. And she felt much the same. He looked… different. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was but he was different. Maybe it was the shorter hair? Or maybe it was because he lacked his usual blonde streaks? Whatever the case she knew it was hiking, his usual uniform over a red shirt gave him away. As did his next question. "Is Karone here too?"

"I…don't know." She said, denial dying at her lips. If she and Andros had somehow ended up on this twisted version of Terra Venture, well, who was to say if Karone or anyone else could be there or not?

Andros gave her a long stare before bringing his wrist up to his mouth. "This is Andros, the Red Space Ranger. I'm here with the yellow Galactic Ranger. Does anyone else read me?"

As he spoke Maya heard a small echo coming from her own wrist. Looking down she spotted a silver bracelet that hadn't been there before. She squinted her eyes at it, suspicious, then jerked back as a new voice beeped through.

"Black Dino Thunder Ranger here." The voice said, older and sounding wistful towards the end as they muttered. "Man, it's been forever since I've used one of these."

A second voice cut in. "S.P.D. 5 Pink Responding. Does anyone have any idea what's going on here? Or where, or even when, this is?"

"Um," A third voice started. "This is the Blue Mystic Ranger, I think this is a spell but I can't get a good read on it. Everything is too chaotic and wide. What should we do?"

Andros clocked the sides of the watch like device again.

"Meet up." He said on chorus wiry the Black Dino Ranger. Both paused before Andros went on. "We'll meet up first. From there we can make a solid plan of action together."

"Sounds good." Dino Thunder said. "Where do we meet up?"

Andros looked around and spotted what looked like a street sign, the color offensively off to Maya's eyes. He read off the name he spied, asking if the others were nearby.

"I have no idea where that is." "Ditto." Two of the Rangers said while the Mystic Ranger let out a surprised sound.

"Oh! I'm on that street!" She exclaimed, "I'm waving, do you see me?"

They did, a red haired girl in a blue dress was waving and looking around. Maya waved back and beckoned the other girl over.

Andros nodded as he spotted the girl walking towards them. "Alright, I think it'd be best if we kept moving. Things are a bit busy wherever there was. Read out the street signs as you pass them, help who you can, and stay safe." He mulled something over for a moment before adding, "May the Power protect you."

Maya had never heard the phrase before but if that's heavy, important.

There was a pause followed by a heartfelt "You too. See you soon" from the Black Dino Thunder Ranger.

Andros turned towards Maya and the new arrival, jerking his head to the side. "Let's go."

As they jogged Maya found out the other girl's name. Maddison, or Maddie as she insisted, was a sorceress of some trying and power. Something she was using to great effect as they made their way through the strange settlement.

Globes of water and bursts of force scattered the attacked monsters as they passed. Her strange wand more effective than even Andros's Battlizer Gauntlet and its flares of red energy. But Maddie could do more than that. Something that both her fellow Rangers felt was vastly more important.

"There's magic here" She started to explain, stumbling a bit as she worked out what to say. "Like, more than any spell would call for. If I had to guess this town is on or near some sort of nexus of magical power. One that's not nearly as friendly as the Forest back home."

Maya nodded her head at that. The air was as Vile as anything she could imagine.

"Can you track the spell?" Andros asked, "Find the source?"

"Maybe? It's not exactly my specialty and it's kinda buried underneath all of-" She gestured her hand vaguely in the air. "This. It would be easier if I knew what to look for, what the spell did."

"It brought us here?" Andros offered

"These creatures as well," Maya added. "They don't feel as if they belong here."

"Well, yeah, most monsters don't."

Maya shook her head. "No, more than that. It's like, it's like someone blanketed them in something and wrenched them into place." Maya squinted at her flower Rangers, getting a feel for them. "You two feel like that too."

"So whatever this spell is, it's still going and affecting us?" Maddie muttered, waving her mechanical wand in the air with the blue tip glowing as she pressed a few buttons. "It is! You can feel that?"

"I've always been able to sense things." Though that extra sense of hers felt stronger since she arrived, heightened. Like her strength. Was it a part of the spell? No, no that didn't feel right.

It was something else, something within her not being caster on her. It wasn't the Quasar Saber or the Lights of Orion. It was a deep rooted thing, a shadow to their brightness.

Whatever it was, it wasn't malevolent nor was it one of her current issues.

"Could you track it?" Andros repeated, focusing them back on the task at hand. But she could only answer him with a shake of her head. He sighed and sweet back his short hair. "Okay, we're going to keep moving then. Hopefully, we'll find a direction to go by the time we find the others."

"Until you find that Black Ranger you mean." A brown haired woman said as she approached. She wore an outfit not unlike the Galactic Space Alliance. A crisp uniform accented with a color that likely signified some rank. In this woman's case, that color was Pink.

It was a bit revealing compared to GSA uniforms but who was she to judge?

The new Ranger gave them a winning smile.

"Sydney Drew, SPD." Offering a hand to each of them. "I'm assuming you're the other Rangers? Y'know, considering the color coding. The Academy's History lessons taught me that was to look for in case of temporal events."

The three looked down, taking note of their clothes. A red undershirt, yellow skirt and top, and blue witch's dress. Maya had never thought of it like that before but when she thought of her and Andros's teams she saw the pattern there too.

"History lessons?" Maddie asked.

"Oh, yeah, I'm from the future." She said with a bit of a shrug. "Just a few decades but all your teams are in the archives. Not going to be giving out spoilers though. Sorry."

There was a pause as they digested that but Andros pushed them on. Bringing up his communicator and contacting their last Ranger. "We just met up with Pink, are you close by?"

"Depends, are you guys near Elm or East Boulevard?"

"No."

"Then I'm still pretty far off. You guys keep going, I'll catch up when I can. I always do."

"Alright, try to stay in contact." Andros said before filling both him and Sydney, in on what they figured out. It wasn't much, not something to really go on, but it was progress. A clue.

Something Syd seemed to latch onto.

"And you can't track it?"

"No, everything that doesn't fit is blanketed by the same spell. Everything reads the same and it's spread out in every direction."

"And you scanned all of us? The monsters?"

"Not the monsters, not yet at least, but all four of us are basically radiating the same spell."

"A spell that you don't know the effect or origin of." Syd crossed her arms and gave Maddie a flat stare.

Maddie threw her hands up in the air with an exasperated, "Yes!"

To this Sydney only hummed, looking from the girl to around them. "Now, I don't know much about magic but I know a thing or two about decorations. Does anyone else notice what day it is?"

Maya looked around and it did indeed look as if there had been some festival taking place. Carved vegetables at the front of every home with a theme of bats and cobwebs just about everywhere. What day it was or what the decorations meant? Well, for that she could only share a blank look with Andros.

Maddison, meanwhile, slapped her forehead with a groan. "Halloween."

Maya shared another quick look with Andros. "Is that some Earth Holiday?"

"How don't you know about Halloween?" Maddie asked.

And, in her own way, Syd answered both questions. "Oh yeah, you two are aliens. Right."

"Aliens?" Maddie interrupted and was summarily ignored.

"Anyway, the basic gist of it is that people, usually kids, dress up in costumes today. Usually as scary monsters, or superheroes, or something cute."

"I think Ashley mentioned this once." Andros muttered before dragging himself back to the point. "You think this holiday has something to do with the spell that brought us here?"

"Well, yeah." She said as if it were obvious. And it was, for her. Maddison as well as she put the last pieces together

"People were turned into their costumes." Maddie's face twisted with the words. "Someone cast a spell to turn people into their costumes, and that includes us."

There was another pause as Andros and Maya made the connection themselves. Their faces twisting in a mirror to Maddie's disquiet.

"So, we're not us?"

Maddie shrugged, her face still contorted in thought and unease. "I don't know. Maybe we switched places with whoever dressed as us. Maybe our minds are overlapping or even possessing their... Or we are just approximations of what they dressed as."

None of those options sat well with them. And it was made no better when another thought bubbled out of Maya.

"Does that mean the creatures we fought…" Her eyes started to widen as something gripped her heart. She looked at Syd. "You said children dress up?"

The face she made told Maya that the other Ranger had the exact same thought. "I'd rather give them a few bruises now instead of just letting them hurt someone else."

While none of them could disagree, their grimaces remained. Maya made a private promise to herself to pull her punches as much as she was able for the rest of the night. Especially with how strong said punches were that night.

Was that from her… host?

And that brought up another question

"Why would anyone dress as us?" She asked out loud and received an immediate response.

"Why wouldn't they?" Syd asked rhetorically. "We're Power Rangers. And we're going to make whoever did this regret bringing us here."

That seemed to be enough of an answer for the group, it even elicited some smiles and smirks. Still, that didn't feel quite right to Maya. In fact, it felt profoundly wrong. But she ignored that feeling in favor of moving on.

And move they did.

Despite facing monsters and creatures straight from humanity's nightmarish imagination the unmorphed Rangers swept through. That same synergy of before was boosted further by Syd's own unique abilities.

Abilities that, with a single touch to a light pole, turned the woman's fist into literal steel. A fist of metal that she used with great experience and skill. It wasn't often that she had to strike anything more than twice.

Though Maya was glad to notice that the others, much like her, were holding back compared to before.

Not that the people they rescued seemed to notice or care about either way. Running away with little more than a scream or a backward glance. Which, in honesty, was a fair and smart reaction. But a thank you would have been nice.

They had just cleared another street when it happened.

A ripple swept through the air, unseen but latching. Gripping onto the magic that had wrapped around her, the Rangers, every creature on the street and kept going. The magic seemed to flicker then expand. Weaving into the vile energy that permeated the air and dragged it along. Maya looked up as the mingling energies stretched towards the sky and pierced the cloud, further.

"That's not good." She muttered as the others recovered from their shudders.

"What was that?" Someone demanded only for Maddie to scream the answer.

"Someone is altering the spell!" She yelled, her head swinging as she looked for the source.

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know. '' She gripped her wand, the blue tip glowing fiercely. "But it can't be anything good! We need to find them!"

"And where are they?"

"I don't know!"

"I do." Maya pointed towards where the ripple started. Where the air seemed to pulse and darken. "It's that way!"

The others looked at her for all of a second before nodding, trusting her.

They started to run, following Maya's directions as they rushed down street after street. The transformed creatures seemed to be in a daze. Blankly staring forward or lashing out at literal nothing. Andros was on his communicator the whole run.

"-towards it now. Try to make it if you can."

"This is getting ridiculous." The older voice growled. "I'm going to try something. Hopefully, I'll be seeing you soon."

There was no response from him for all of a moment, then there was a crack of Thunder. A bolt of black energy slammed to the side of them, flaring in their eyes and then dissipating as quickly. When the spots left their eyes they saw what the bolt had left behind, a passenger in a black shirt.

Andros squinted his eyes as the newcomer started to stride toward them. "Tommy?" He asked incredulously.

The man nodded, giving Andros a tight smile. "Good to see you again. You look good, younger. We can talk about it when we have more time. But right now I believe we've got some running to do."

The two men gave each other another smile and clasped hands before bursting into a run. Maya bolted after them, quickly taking the lead as she was the one who actually knew where they were going. Meanwhile, Syd and Maddie hung back long enough to share an eye roll.

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With the Rangers finally gathered they came upon the epicenter of the spell. It was an unassuming place, a costume shop in a half empty and ill repaired plaza.

"Ethan's." Tommy read out loud, the sight of the sign turning something ugly in his gut. He wondered why.

Maddison stepped next to him, eyes squinting as she tried to peer into the shop's darkened windows. "A costume shop? I guess that makes sense."

Tommy winced at the reminder. They had explained to him what they thought was going on while on their way over. He didn't want it to be true but he had seen stranger things and it had made too much sense

"So, how do we handle this?" Andros asked. "One group through the front, the other through the back?"

"Wait? Wouldn't it be better to stick together? Because, you know, strength in numbers." Maya asked, rubbing at her arms from the growing chill.

"I second that. It's always a bad idea to separate the group in horror movies. Which we seem to be in." Maddie said, backing her up.

"Not if they have their own numbers inside." Syd countered, her breath frosting. "We don't want to be boxed in with whoever is in there and a dozen of their closest friends. Better to pinch them in."

The wind hissed and ran a shiver down Maya's spine. "There's at least two of them in there. They are the worst things I've felt tonight." Maya gave a second shiver as the wind hissed again.

"Well, if we're doing this who's going with who? Maddie asked, frowning as the wind hissed louder. Only there was no wind, there wasn't so much as a breeze.

A bell rang, a small little door chime that grabbed everyone's attention. Five heads turned towards the source and each one of them jerked back as a large figure came striding out of the building.

Each of them disturbed by the black Armored figure approaching them but only one immediately reacted. Of the five only two recognized who was coming but only one of them truly understood the danger they were in. Only one of them worked in a comic book store and saw what the character could really do.

"Morph!" Maddie yelled, already typing the needed spell into her wand. "Morph now!"

There was no time to argue, nor was there a desire to. Not when a blade of red plasma ignited in the man's hand. He regarded the group behind a dark and expressionless mask. His hissing breath rang one last time before the battle started.

*khuh-keer*
 
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Halloween pt 3
Okay, edited the last two as well as I could with Grammarly and Hemmingway. Hopefully it helped. Anyway, I'm breaking up the fight scene into two bits, I think it flows a bit better but it does make this chapter shot. Pt 4 should be out by Saturday, weddings and children willing.



Marveling at a Range of Stars pt 3

To each a different gesture, to each a different call, but to each the same gift.

Rocketing into the galaxy a mystical force answered their emergency call, powering them up in a barrage of fractal colors. Light flowed over them, wrapping around them and solidifying into something like cloth. Not quite spandex, not quite vinyl, each wore form fitting outfits of similar but radically different designs.

A ferocious warrior in Black. A series of golden triangles lined his sides with a bestial maw forming the visor of his helmet.

An electrifying swordswoman in Yellow. A white breastplate across her chest and a wolf glaring from above her visor. In her hand was an ornamental sword with a wolf design at its hilt.

An explorer in Red. Five squares of color running along his chest and a circuit board visible in his helmet.

An officer in Pink, her left arm dyed black from the wrist up where it formed a large number '5' over half her torso.

And, lastly, a mage in Blue. Her short blue cape flapped as she raised her axe like wand into the air.

They stood in a line, excess energy burning and bursting behind them. The night illuminated as they posed, weapons drawn into fantastical battle ready stances.

"Power Rangers!" They yelled as the last of the energy died behind them.

The man standing let out a raspy breath, his own cape flapping behind him from the remnants of the explosion.

"Unimpressive." He breathed, dismissing the display of power with a flick of a finger.

The Red Ranger went flying, tumbling across the asphalt even as the others rushed forward. Most of the others, Pink had started to circle around while Blue stood her ground.

She placed her wand to her forehead, holding still as the fin shaped gem glowed brighter and brighter. A nearby fire hydrant burst, water gushing into the air before slithering towards her like a rushing snake. With a yell, "Ha!", she thrust her wand forward and the coils of water followed.

Slipping between the charging Black and Yellow the stream slammed forward. The geyser splashed as it met its target, who didn't move an inch. Who kept his steady advance. Who didn't have a single drop of water touch his armored form.

The rush of water splayed and separated feet away from his open hand. His breath remained a steady rasp, uncaring of the oncoming attack. In his other hand a red blade hummed, water hissing as stray droplets met the heat of the weapon.

A weapon he swung casually as the Yellow Ranger rushed towards him, she answered with an upward swing. Behind her, someone yelled a warning but she wouldn't hear it over her own war cry. "HIYAH!"

Her ornamental blade met the red bar of heat and her opponent paused. Yellow energy sparked from her blade as she struggled to match his strength, it was frankly inhuman. Especially considering her newfound strength. The creature, for this was no human, regarded the white star of energy where their weapons met.

"Interesting." He spoke, another raspy exhale gushing from the triangular grill of where his mouth would be. His voice was a solid baritone that chilled her, literally and spiritually. This creature was not right. As unnatural as a Psycho Ranger, more so. "But not enough."

He pushed her blade down, guiding her momentum and power to stumble that sent her tumbling behind him. Out of his way as he quickly parried a quick succession of attacks from the Black Ranger. "EYIAH!" the Ranger yelled, his rapier like weapon lighting up the night with every collision with their enemy's blade.

Even as the creature faced the quick onslaught he made enough time to block a burst of pink laser fire aimed at his back. The Pink Ranger only stopped her fire when the bolts started flying back. "Whoa!"

He regarded them all, hand still raised and blocking the stream of water. The small parking lot flooded as the Rangers cautiously surrounded the dark figure. The figure's feet crunched on freezing water, slowly turning to regard each of his opponents.

"You possess interesting equipment." He said, still uncaring of Blue's efforts. "I look forward to scavenging them from your corpses."

"Okay, seriously, who IS this guy?" Pink asked, her blaster still raised and trained. "He looks like that guy from those ancient movies."

"He IS the guy from those movies! He's Darth Vader!" Blue yelled, finally letting go of her command of the stream. Swiping her wand up to form several spheres of water, each of them hovering at the ready. "HE can move things with his mind, is a cyborg, and has a lightsaber that can deflect lasers and cut through almost anything!"

Yellow held her own saber up to the ready, "Well, he can't cut through our weapons."

"As a team, we can beat him!" Black said, turning the dial at the hilt of his weapon.

"Yeah, let's do this!" Red said, holstering his blaster to summon a large drill like sword.

With another rasp the dark figure, Darth Vader, raised his now freed hand in a clenched fist. "If you believe that is the limit of my power, that your mere teamwork will be enough, then you are painfully mistaken." With that statement hanging in the air he splayed his fingers, and the air bubbled.

A sphere of force rushed along the wet asphalt and sent the Yellow and Black Rangers skidding back. Pink lasers streamed through the air with deadly accuracy only to be summarily deflected and avoided as the monster advanced.

Spheres of half frozen water rushed towards the Blue Ranger. She struggled to control her own element as Vader redirected them again and again. Ever closer the dark figure advanced, only to jump back as a whirling blade slammed down.

The Red Ranger pushed back his hand, "Keep up the pressure! We'll keep him off you!" He yelled, rushing forward to join Yellow in the growing melee.

They were pushing him back, Quasar Saber and Spiral Saber sparking in rapid succession against the lightsaber. Then the Red Ranger flinched back, sparks flickering from his shoulder. "What the?" He said as the Yellow ranger hissed, forced to kneel as sparks flew from her knee.

Behind his visor, the Red Ranger watched as the red blade of plasma shrank to its original length. "A cheap trick!" He yelled, slashing downward in an arc of blue energy.

In reply, Vader seemed to glide backward. "A winning strategy." He said, raising his hand again and clenched. Andros felt a pressure around his neck. His suit sparked under the pressure as he struggled from the invisible grasp. Thanks to the power of his suit he could still breathe but it was becoming more difficult by the second. Becoming more worrying as his feet left the ground, toes splashing against the asphalt.

Pink laser fire peppered the monster again. His lightsaber blurred as he deflected the blast back to their source. The Pink Ranger rolled out of the way, her free hand snapping out a baton like weapon as she rushed into the fray.

Then she backpedaled as she spotted something behind her opponent. Vader turned his head to see the Black Ranger raising his sword into the air. "Brancho Staff, Full Power! Earthquake!" He yelled, slamming the tip into the ground.

And the earth cracked.

The ground shook as a fissure expanded from where he struck, pipes burst and an underground cavern caved in. Sewage and treated water mixed and splashed as rubble fell in. But not their opponent.

He slammed to the other side of the new gorge in a rush of power. Away from the makeshift team as he examined the new landscape.

The Black Ranger ripped his weapon from the dirt as he made an observation. "This isn't working, we need more power! If you got a power-up, do it now!" He yelled, crouching low as he let out another yell. "Super Dino Mode!"

His helmet roared. Black energy stretched from his helmet's visor into a feral jaw. Jaws that clamped down with enough force that the golden design lining his sides pushed out into spiked armor.

The Pink Ranger was quick to join in, thrusting her badge shaped device into the air and yelling her own phrase. "SPD SWAT Mode!"

A headset-like device unfolded from the side of her helmet as a heavy black armored vest covered her chest in a flash of pink light. Light that still radiated from the '5' on her chest. In her hands a large laser cannon with a passing resemblance to a shotgun formed.

The Red Ranger, more hesitant than the others, pressed a button on his wrist. A '3' rang through the air and energy crackled along his form. His muscles swelled and the material of his suit hardened. A second computer forms within the chest armor. On his back a jet pack materialized, long wings worthy of a small fighter jet unfolding as he took to the air.

If the Red Ranger was hesitant Yellow and Blue were near paralyzed. Each for different reasons.

For Yellow, it was because she didn't know if she even could. To activate the Lights of Orion the other Rangers of her team needed to be there, and they weren't. Still, she tried. Reaching out to the air she called for them. She could feel them, trying to reach back, their figurative fingers touching but never grabbing ahold.

And then something reached out from within her. Dark, demanding, lonely, and filled with a burning desire to strike down evil. She was really hoping that was whoever dressed as her but she'd take every bit of help they could get.

"Lights of Orion, activate!" She yelled, golden bands forming around her shins and forearms. A Yellow clawed gauntlet flashing into reality as the cross guard of her Quasar Saber extended. A green gem flashed with power on her right biceps, the same energy within the 'V' of her new belt buckle.

The Blue Ranger, on the other hand, was struck by indecision. For while she had a way to empower herself she wasn't sure if it would be enough, not against this man. And she did have another option, even if it was escalating. If there was such a thing with Darth Vader.

She pulled out her Morpher and typed in a series of numbers, summoning up a magical circle around her.

And then she grew.

Flesh turning to various shades of mechanized blue armor, towering over every building in the small town.

Vader stood on his side of the fissure, staring at the transformations, and did not so much as sigh. All he did was adjust his stance and readied himself for the coming battle.


AN:
Hope you enjoyed, let me know how I did on Vader.
 
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Halloween Pt 4
Finally had time to edit this, 80% sure I didn't fuck it up. I hope you guys enjoy


Marveling at a Range of Stars pt 4

From the shadows of the costume shop's window, a man observed the unfolding battle. He noted his prospective opponents' costumes, effects, and abilities. Tracing each detail and design with an experienced eye.

"They are not a unit." He mused, observing their tactics. How the one dressed Yellow rushed in as if expecting to her flanks. Which was in complete opposition to how the Pink one stood as if she were a part of a firing line. "Similar elites from differing military branches perhaps?"

That felt close, off but close. While their weapons and tactics were different there was still a uniformity. Their uniforms, not costumes, held a similar design to them. The Red one's in particular hinted to this. A band of colors ran across his chest, corresponding to those of his allies.

Black, Yellow, Red, Pink, Blue.

This would suggest that there would be multiple teams of similar coordination. Each a small group trained and equipped for specialized forms of combat or adversary. A unified force of diversified means.

Which explained how they, like himself, had so quickly found themselves with allies after their… unexpected arrival. If there was a unifying factor between them, as it seemed, it would make sense. They even appeared to have their own force users. Which in turn explained how they found the source of the occurrence so quickly.

Not as quickly as the Empire's best but commendable all the same.

"Oh?" He said, a faint of surprise worming its way into his voice. The minor planet shake was nothing more than a note in his mind. Another interesting piece of equipment they could capture. But the sudden transformations? Those could be useful.

One seemed to gain enhanced physical parameters. Three of the others spontaneously gained new and more powerful equipment. And the last one, the last one grew.

She grew and grew, becoming a mechanized giant of angular lines and deep blues. Taller than an AT-AT and magnitudes more dexterous.

"That is worrying." He reported. "Lord Vader may be in trouble."

"Really?" A weary voice asked and he gave the native man the courtesy of a glance. The man, for the most part, was uninjured largely in thanks to his cooperation. And his role in the night's events.

A translocation of minds, features, abilities, and even equipment? An intriguing and valuable ability, though intrusive.

The man was fortunate that the Emperor felt more of the former than the latter. Even going so far as to call the event "good practice". A statement he filed away for later consideration.

For the moment he observed both the battle and his Emperor. While Lord Vader was battling fairly animatedly the Emperor stood stock still.

He stood over the bust of a two faced humanoid. A deity according to the local element though not one he or many actively worshiped. With a thumb pressed against each of the effigies' foreheads the Emperor was calm, gleeful. There was a stirring in the air that his eyes could just make out.

A shimmer of heat, a tremor of struggle, a grab for power.

One his Majesty Palpatine seemed to be thriving in and even winning. Completely focused on his task yet aware, aware, and very much listening.

So it was to him that Grand Admiral Thrawn spoke. Not to the cowering man whose eyes seemed to spark in delight at the battle. Oddly it did not seem that he favored either side to win. He was reacting as if was watching a particularly interesting bit of theater.

A dangerous mindset. One he kept an eye in as he voiced his observations.

He announced what he observed of their tactics, their equipment, their strange abilities.

"Like turning into a bloody big robot." The local added, leaning forward for a better look of said giant attempting to stomp on Lord Vader. A futile gesture that sent them stumbling with a powerful push in the force.

"Quite." Thrawn said blandly, red eyes giving a brief look of distaste before. "For now I would say Lord Vader has our opponents distracted. May I ask, my Emperor, how much longer?"

A dark cackle filled the room. It was more of a chuckle but there was a tingling quality to it that stopped any other description than a cackle.

"So much power." He laughed. "Right at my fingertips, enough power to change a world. To bend reality and create anything I desire."

There was another shimmer in the air as the Emperor worked his power. The Emperor's laugh started to peter off. His smile becoming frustrated before settling into a displeased frown.

"Almost anything I desire… and not from nothing. An irritating distinction." He hummed, still frowning but pleased. Yellow eyes trailed towards Thrawn. "I do believe we will need transport, Grand Admiral. Take some of the paint there and mark one of those primitive transports with the Imperial symbol. The change should be instant."

"As you will."

-0-0-0-0-0-

Like an angry hive, the Black and Yellow Rangers swarmed around the Dark Lord. Weapons lashing out with enhanced power that made even the cyborg weary.

"Eiyah!" The Black one yelled, his strange weapon locking with Vader's saber in a shower of purple sparks. The Dark Lord let out a small, impressionable, grunt at the impact. His cybernetics suffered a slight strain that was negligible under his control of the force. Yet it was there.

The Yellow one was worse still by far, each of her strikes was like those of a charging Reek. Between the two of them damage had started to build up across his armor. Cuts did dents he had to take and weather through, even when they took fingers from his left hand.

His right hand was more than enough.

With a shift of his grip and a ripple in the Force Vader bared down on the Black Ranger. Locking their blades in place and trapping his adversary. For a few precious seconds Vader held him, gaining himself a human shield to regain his bearings. Even if it was only for a moment.

Seconds he used to probe at his opponent's mind. What he found gave him some surprise.

"There is a darkness within you, seared into your flesh." He said, eyes tracking towards his opponent's bicep." Bleached and faded but as deeply entrenched as it is ignored." So entrenched in fact that a few pushes from his master would bear them a new minion. "To push such power aside is a weakness"

"You are the last person I want to hear that from." The man gritted out, enhanced strength pushing against the red blade. "And you really shouldn't be focusing on one person in a group fight!"

The Yellow Ranger appeared in a blur. Electric yellow energy crackled along her saber as she swung down for a decisive strike.

"I wasn't."

His mangled hand already raised, three fingers splayed as telekinetic energy rushed forth. For all her forward momentum, for all she hung in the air as the rush of power met her, she was still taken by surprise. The tip of her blade skidded along the ground as she flew back. Devastating the primitive materials of the road and sidewalk.

Vader hadn't even turned from his first opponent as this happened, so the amusement he was reading was clear to him even before the Ranger japed.

"I wasn't talking about her."

The force, oddly slow on this primitive world, screamed at him just as the blow came. A metallic wing took him at the gut, lifting him off his feet as the jet of an oversized flight pack flared.

For a scant second the Red Ranger dragged him through the air, swerving away and dropping Vader with a complete lack of ceremony. Vader landed with a thud, meters away, damaged knees sparking as they bent from the impact. The mechanics audibly ground as he stood, extending slower than they should.

Slow enough for the Rangers to reset their footing and for a giant hand to come crashing down. Again. As before Vader surrounded himself in a bubble of power, catering the ground in a perfect circle as the blow came. With both arms raised he readied himself for the second swing before twisting around to narrowly avoid a stream of heavy laser fire. His cape didn't have the same luck, holes punching their way through the armored cloth.

He batted a few of the heavy blaster bolts back at the Pink Ranger only for her to cartwheel out of the way, still firing from her oversized blaster. Shots he was forced to let his armor take as Red menace launched another missile.

He redirected it towards the Blue giant, letting the explosion knock her back, storefronts shattering under her heels. Vader moved as the earth trembled.

Laser fire cut into his path while the Yellow and Black Rangers were hot on his tail. It didn't matter, he reached his target all the same.

The giant shrieked as his red saber skidded along the blue armor of her ankle. Sparks flew and nary a scratch appeared from where he struck. The giant still hopped back, clearing more space. The usual pair of menaces were closing in fast but Vader held no worry.

He had stalled long enough.

A burst of blaster fire rained down from above. Meticulously targeting the immediate threats, cratering what was left of the street. Even the Red one had to fly wide as a familiar Lambda Class Shuttle lowered itself behind him.

The lower wings never so much as scraped the ground as the ramp lowered. A familiar voice crackled from his helmet's comm. "Lord Vader, the Emperor has secured control of the artifact and is ordering for you to fall back."

Vader gave his adversaries one last glance. Observing how they cowered together in the face of proper Imperial firepower. He could sense the fear in them, fear hidden and drowned out by obnoxious determination. Like a rebel, before they were broken.

He gave an unseen scoff as he showed them his back. "Be grateful for this reprieve. There will not be another."

"Hey!" "You think you can just get away?!" "Someone stop him!" They all yelled, voices overlapping each other in an annoying rush. Meaningless shouts of defiance were thrown at his retreating back, even as blasters fired and ion engines whirled to life.

They broke atmosphere before the giant could even think of reaching them.

-0-0-0-0-0-

The ship streaked across the sky with the bright blue lights of the engines. Maddie reached out to grab it but came back with only air.

Andros sold past her outreached hand, thrusters burning as he sped into the sky. Further. Voices called out behind him but he was too far to hear. Friction fought against the protections of his suit, heating and sparking against the atmosphere as he climbed.

This was a bad idea, even with his Battlizer's powers he wasn't sure if he could take on a ship like that. Not if that monster was on board, and most definitely if he was not alone. But still, he gave chase. Anything that Maya called "more evil than the Psycho Rangers" deserved nothing less than his best efforts.

With a final push of his thrusters he broke through. He was in space.

The sensors in his helmet were ringing. Warnings of the atmosphere changes and radiation spikes. He ignored them. Confident in his empowered armor's ability to protect him as he followed the flight path of the shuttle.

He froze.

Andros managed to keep his voice steady as he pressed the side of his helmet. "This is Andros, can you read me?"

Static cane to his ear, smoothing out as two technologies translated each other. "We read you, Andros." Syd replied, " What's going on?"

"We have a problem."

In front of him, high above Earth's orbit, was a ship that dwarfed nearly every ship he had seen before. Like a dagger stabbed into the void it floated. Holding enough obvious firepower to raise half the surface of a planer with little effort.

And the evil they were fighting was flying right into its open hanger.

"They have a starship out here and it's massive." Andros paused, working his tongue to force out a question he was dreading. "How likely is it that they'd fire at the planet?"

There was a beat of silence followed by Syd's almost hesitant voice. "Dr. Oliver and Maddie are saying that it's very, like extremely, likely. You, uh, might want to get on that."

Andros took a second to look at the docking shuttle, "I don't think my Battlizer can take on something that size." As powerful as the armor was there were limits. The shuttle was something he could likely handle but it was far too late for that.

There was another pause on their end. "Dr. Oliver says your ship is in orbit and we're teleporting there now… wait, teleporting? You guys have working Eltarian tel-"

Syd cut off with a familiar rumble of thunder. Andros took a figurative look down, spotting four streams of color rushing away from the Earth. Rising from the planet and towards a familiar sight.

"The Megaship?" Or, more accurately, the Astro Megaship MK2. Big, blue, and boxy the ship was fresh from the production line of KO-35. Better than the original in nearly every way. Only the fact it wasn't the original made it inferior.

How was it here? Could a spell really drag not only himself but a whole spaceship across the galaxy?

He sped into the opening docking bay, his Battlizer dissipating as he entered the ship proper. Familiar halls greeted him as he raced towards the control room, as did a familiar voice.

"Welcome back, Andros." A feminine and electronic voice called out as he passed by a series of red eyed cameras.

"Thanks, DECA." He said, turning the last bend as the door opened and saw a flash of familiar colors. Yellow, Blue, Pink, Black. For a moment he thought it was his team. But the shades were off, each design different, even the ratio of earthlings to extraterrestrials had changed. All different. Even with the power-ups gone it was clear.

Maya ran a hand along a panel. "It looks just like the old one!"

Andros carefully didn't mention that she and her team had destroyed the old one. Instead, as the most experienced pilot in the room, he took control of the situation.

"We don't have much time. Everyone to a station!"

"Um, I've never piloted a spaceship before."

"You're a Ranger, it'll come to you." He said, taking his seat. The others followed. Their order felt wrong, the colors jumbling as they rushed to find seats. But there was no time to complain or to get sentimental.

Not when the other ship was powering up. While he wouldn't say the readings weren't off the charts they were worrying.

"Do you know any weaknesses to this thing?" He asked, looking at the two experts on the subject but both Black and Blue shook their heads.

"I'm not that much of a geek. I think it's called a Star Destroyer?" Maddie said while Tommy muttered. "I'm just glad it's not the Death Star."

Andros eyed the ship as it maneuvered to face them, a pair of turrets raising their barrels as if tasting the void. It was moving, slowly, slower than expected. Andros would take that, any edge was a weapon he could use.

Andros accelerated the Megaship, the dampeners negating most of the g-force as he aimed at the only obvious target. The bridge, sticking straight up from the figurative top of the ship and complete with expansive viewports.

Twin ion cannons fired, a smooth rumble across the ship as the sphere of energy jolted ahead. And splashed across a translucent shield, because of course it wouldn't be that easy.

"DECA, any readings on what type of shield that was?" He called out, diving under the ship and away from the aim turrets. Only to find more under the ship. "Tsk."

Spinning between a burst of green plasma the Megaship rolled out of the way, into relative safety. All the while DECA gave a bland monotone answer, "Unknown, analyzing."

"They're called deflector shields!" Maddie yelled from her station. "Does that help?"

"Extrapolating meaning… More data required."

"And how are we going to get more data exactly?"

Syd was the one who answered, "Duh, we shoot it more."

And shoot it more they did. Ion cannons and laser turrets gave fire as the Megaship weaved between plasma fire. The turrets were slow, unnecessarily and worryingly slow. Andros could only think of two reasons for this.

One, they were being lured into a trap of complacency.

Two, the other star craft wasn't fully manned.

But two couldn't be right, who would come to a star system without a full crew? … He did, and not just because of a spell. But they were here because of a spell, both of them. And if Andros didn't have his crew…

"DECA? Can our scans get through their shields?" He asked, acting on a hunch.

"One moment." The computer called, "Black Ranger, please cede control of your station."

Tommy raised his hands away from the computer, "Do what you have to do."

"Thank you." The next few moments were filled with evasive maneuvers and rapid fire blasts. "Scan complete. Four biological lifeforms."

Andros smiled.

"Things are starting to look up." He said and from the little cheers around him, his new group understood as well. "Any news on those shields DECA?"

"Only that we do not have sufficient power in the ship's current form." She hinted and Andros was more than happy to take it.

"Understood. Begin undocking procedures." The room started to shift and their chairs slid down a new opening. They glide smoothly into the docked shuttle to a chorus of "Whoas" as they launched.

A white shuttle, based on Earth's space programs, flew through the void. Spiraling as they raced forward, narrowly avoiding potshots. "I'm going to keep us steady. Are you guys ready?"

"What ARE we doing?" Maddie asked, as calm as he had ever heard her.

"We need Astro Megazord power to get through those shields." He explained. "And we're going to give it to them. Now, listen carefully." Andros gave out careful instructions to operators who were already doing exactly what he described. The Grid was at work but it paid to be careful.

Especially now.

Enemy fire was becoming more frequent, as if more hands were appearing aboard the enemy ship. For all he knew that was exactly what was happening. All the more reason to get this right.

Looping the ship around Andros guided them back to the MK2. The bulky blue ship was under fire as well, plasma buffing against its shields as it shifted. The rim unfurling into legs, arms unfolding from the underbelly, a bright red M visible on the revealed chest. A mechanical giant waiting for its helm.

So familiar and new, the MK2's first transformation.

Andros shifted the side stick, "Begin docking." He held his breath for a moment as the shuttle itself transformed, the viewport and wings rising as a giant face was revealed. The enemy continued to fire but the neck sank into place. A jolting sensation that lit up the controls with a new energy.

"Astro Megazord, online."

The zord went tumbling across the void. Control panels rang as Andros struggled to stabilize the giant. Thrusters flared and shields recharged as Andros regained control.

"What was that?"

"Wild guess? Giant space gun."

"Let's not get hit by that again." Syd said, eyes on the read out.

Andros ignored the conversation, going over damage reports fed to his screen from Syd. He agreed with her, that was a powerful blast. And, unfortunately, it wasn't from some main cannon. It was the turret like lasers near the bridge, all eight of them.

They had burst through the Astro Megazord's shields and the sheer concussive force knocked them back. Yeah, he wasn't planning on taking any more of those.

With a flick to the controls grids of energy formed around the mech's hands. White lines of energy shaping the outlines of impossibly large weapons. A silver sword and a round blue shield.

"Energizing the Astro Saber." Maya said, yellow pixels burst along the blade with a flip of a switch.

Andros flipped a switch and braced himself, "Energizing thrusters." The zord rumbled and space zoomed past them. Plasma flew at their approach, battering at their already depleted shields but no more than a singe in the face of the Astro Shield.

Within a second contact was made. An inaudible crash rang in the void as the Saber met the ship's shields, energy and matter both resisted.

"C'mon!" Someone yelled, it may have been Andros. He didn't know, his attention was too focused on bringing down more pressure.

Eventually, shortly in the grand scheme of things, the blade made it through. A gouge along the hull sparked fires and rumbled explosions. Yet the ship still stood, angling away from the strike even as it came.

More than a few of the others cursed.

"Prep for another pass." Andros said, keeping his frustration in check. One energized swing usually did the job. Not here apparently. Whoever built that ship had built it to last.

"We got incoming!" Maddie said, "They launched a fighter… A TIE fighter I think."

An image came to their view screen, a small spacecraft with two long panels on either side.

"It's him." Maya said, voice hard. "The man in the dark armor."

"He's not the only one coming." Maddie seemed to surprise herself as she brought a new image to the screen. Across Earth's orbit a series of missiles were launched by numerous satellites, even a few slower ones from the surface.

"Since when does Earth have all of that?" Andros asked, it would have been nice to see more than a few times during his time there. Even if they were simple nuclear explosives it would be a welcome distraction at the very least.

"Not until the 2020s… in my timeline." Syd implied, eyes forward. "We are in the fringes of the contingency plans here. I don't even remember those ones."

Well if that didn't sink Andros's stomach straight into orbit then nothing would. The good news was that whoever launched those missiles seemed to deem the Rangers the good guys and only targeted the other ship. The bad news, the 'TIE fighter' had already shot down half of them in flight.

It was an agile little craft with powerful laser cannons for its size. Something the Astro Megazord soon learned.

With shield raised, they swung with a precision that would have left many warriors of Earth green with envy. Still, they missed. The fighter weaved around the blade, lining the zord's body with laser fire that did little more than give a slight drain to their shields. Which may have been the whole point.

They may have been in trouble if the Star Destroyer wasn't busy fighting a whole planet.

Those missiles that Andros had so easily dismissed turned out to pack more of a punch than he was expecting. Spherical rends in space ate into the ship's shields and hull.

"That is not Earth tech."

It could have been him to say that, or maybe it was Syd or even Tommy. The source of the fact did not change that it was a fact. Earth did not have tech of that level, and shouldn't for another hundred years or so.

That, that was worrying.

And, something that Andros had to question, "Why didn't we pick up those readings?"

"You expect me to know how to use this low tech panel?" Syd defended herself.

"It's not-" Andros stopped himself, "Just listen to the Morphing Grid. It's guiding you, listen to it."

"You know that's not perfect, The Grid gives an instruction manual but-"

"Guys!" Tommy snapped at them, "Focus up. Debate all that later, we have a giant ship and its annoying little friend to take care of." His words were enough to snap the two out of bickering. Bickering Andros knew was unlike him but something he had to ignore when Maddie spoke.

"Do you guys see that?" She asked, Maya answered her immediately.

"I can feel that."

Each Ranger's visor turned forward, the viewport zooming with a tap, revealing something disturbing. Bit by bit, maybe even inch by inch, the enemy ship was healing. Repairing itself from unknown warheads and sword slashes alike.

"He's using the spell that brought us here." Maddie confided, "I don't know how but he's using it to repair the ship."

"This might take longer than usual."

"Then buckle in kids, this is going to be a tough fight."

Right. They had a fight to win, one that was likely going to go longer than most of them were used to. In an unfamiliar Megazord, in an unfamiliar environment.

Yet they would stand there and fight. Because they were Rangers. Until their zord and powers were destroyed, beyond that, they would fight.

With shield and sword, the Astro Megazord would battle the Star Destroyer.

Laser fire, strange missiles, and an energized sword would light up Earth's sky. A confused populace watched in horror and awe as grainy video gave some a clearer view of the battle. Of the mechanical giant that stood between them and a blast of burning plasma, its blue shield scorched as it raced forward.

"Damn it," Tommy cursed, the uncharacteristic word naturally slipping from his mouth. "Vader is peeling off, what's he after?"

"Looks like some sort of… space fighter jets? Five of them. Seriously, since when does Earth have this stuff?" No sooner did Maddie report this did one of them go up in a small ball of fire.

"Can we help them?"

"We have to."

The Rangers fought through the night, aided by a dwindling team of Earth's bravest pilots. They fought and fought against the massive self healing ship that seemed to become more operational as time went on. Against a TIE fighter that flew like the devil, reaping into the defenses the planet below offered.

For hours they fought. With damage building and eyes opening across the globe, the Rangers showed this world that there was more out there. More to be afraid of, more to hope for. In the shadow of the planet they shined bright.

It would have been poetic to say they fought until dawn, but that wasn't what happened. The alien ships and lost travelers had no way of knowing this, only a terrified and amused man would know. But he was not in the right state of mind to take notice. To see that their night was soon coming to an end.

Midnight had struck.

Halloween had ended.

It came with no great gong or chime, no great clock ticked, time marched on. And so the spell ended.

The Star Destroyer rippled, a wave of energy flowing over the hull and spreading. Out and out it went, washing over the racing fighters. One died mid flight, listing to the side as the last two of Earth's defenders continued to run, unaware of their newfound safety.

The Astro Megazord braced itself as the wave came, shield raised, then froze. The energy touched them and then rebounded. Crashing back inwards with such force that sent the new statue spinning away.

Further and further they floated away, dead in the void. Systems down, Rangers unconscious, and their enemies in similar straights.

The battle was over. For the night.

But, who knew what the morning would bring?


AN:
I am honestly glad this part is over. The Buffy cast is more fun for me to write than Rangers. Less uptight, with a notable exception.

Anyway, one of the issues for me with this challenge is how parts of the crossover are basically left behind, usually in an effort to make Xander look more badass with his new abilities. If the built in conflict and others getting power wasn't a clue.

I also think I found a pretty interesting way to merge Buffy with Marvel to keep Earth relevant. We'll see how it goes.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me what you think.
 
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Character -> Costume -> Ranger
I thought it would be fun to show what each character looked like, what costume they wore, and what Ranger they changed into thanks to a trinket.



Her costume:


Who she ended up as:




Her costume:


Who she ended up as:



His costume:


Who he ended up as:



Her costume: (roughly)


Who she ended up as:



His costume:
(who he tried to be)

(who he ended up as)

Who he ended up as:
 
What Happens Next Pt 1
Got to work the next few days straight so I thought I'd end the year with another chapter. Used both Hemmingway and Grammarly to edit this so hopefully we're good. I did have to write it largely on my phone thanks to my life/writing process and spell check is the enemy on phones. Let me know where I messed up if you see it.


MaRoS Ch5: What Happens Next pt 1

Sparks filled the control room, multicolored and flashing. They dazzled Willow's eyes, which did nothing for her headache. She squeezed through tight and prayed for the lights to stop.

When they did go away they were inconsiderate enough to leave her headache behind. She groaned as he blinked her eyes open, staring down at her ungloved hands.

She was back to being plain old Willow. She tried not to be too disappointed.

At least she wasn't alone. Her friends, and Cordelia, were there too. Together, in a spaceship.

Together in a spaceship, a thought that bared repeating. A concept that stuttered and stalled her brain. That left her blinking in what could generously be called bewilderment. Though that would only be scratching the surface of things.

"Wha?" She started, letting her words petter and die out in a groan. Her whole body felt like a bruise, her ankle especially. It felt like it was on fire. And, from the sounds of things, she was getting off lightly.

"Did anyone get the name of that bus that hit us?" Buffy asked, 'oofing' as she sat up. "Should be pretty easy since it backed up a few times."

Xander wasn't much better, in fact, he was worse. Much worse. His voice was hoarse and dry as he spoke. "Pretty sure I got its plate numbers tattooed to my sternum. It reads D Vader. Also, ow."

"So I didn't imagine that. Great."

"I think I'm going to puke." Was all Cordelia managed to say from her slump. And, frankly, Willow agreed with her. For once.

The whole room was slowly spinning, literally. Not that she felt it but it was nauseatingly obvious when she, or anyone else, looked forward. Forward and out the window towards the greatest sight she had ever seen. When it was in view.

The little blue dot didn't seem so little from where she was sitting. It was the largest thing she had ever seen, she had no scope to compare. With her view of the universe no longer constrained by the horizon she saw the true reaches of the world, of her home.

And more. So much more.

Without an atmosphere in the way, with no light pollution clouding her view, she could see the cosmos. Truly see it. Hundreds of thousands of millions of stars. Constellations she had never considered or dreamed of being born before her widening eyes.

It was all so beautiful, so awe inspiring, and, again, nauseating. For a few reasons really but one, in particular, was turning her tummy.

"Would someone stop this bloody thing?" Giles moaned as he leaned back in his seat, eyes covered.

"Uh, I got you G-man. Just let me- Okay. " There was a jolt as Xander did something, the giant robot righting itself and settling them in place. Though, going by the position of Australia, they were upside down.

Actually, was there an upside down in space? Everything would be relative to their perspective, right?

Not their biggest worry but it was a fun distraction.

Creaking her head overwhelmed on the others, giving them more than a glance from the corner of her eyes. Despite all the groaning and moaning no one seemed hurt. Well, not injured at least.

No bruises, no scrapes, no cuts. Just unmarred skin and a lot of complaining. Complaining that was distracting them from what was right in front of them.

But Willow, she had to know.

Squinting out the window, trying to ignore the splendor surrounding her, she searched. She thought she spotted it but she couldn't be sure.

A grey speck, a rough triangle jutting into the void above Earth. It seemed to be still, unmoving in anything more than a slow lean. Which was good because she didn't have Maddie's calm, or enough of her own, to deal with another space battle.

"Is, is the other ship… sunk?" She asked, yet again unsure of what term to use in space. She hoped her intent was clear, that what she said was a reality.

"The enemy ship is still at sufficient operational power according to my readings and predictions." A woman's voice chimed from behind her.

Willow spun, staring up at the red lensed camera as it angled down to peer at her. At them.

"DECA?" Xander asked, his voice close to wonder. Mystified.

"Correct Not-Andros." The voice, the AI, answered back. "I would like to be informed of the true nature of the situation at the soonest interval."

"Uh, yeah, it's Xander and once we figure it out ourselves we'll let you know."

"Appreciated, Rangers." The AI said, her red eye still focused on the group.

Willow shivered and not just from the alien gaze. Rangers. They had been…

Even with numb hands, she felt it. Smooth plastic held tight within trembling fingers.

A cell phone disguising a wand disguising a Morpher.

Every layer of that was something she needed time to unwrap. She NEEDED to. There was so much to consider. The implications of each thing weighed heavily on her every thought.

Implications given context by a dizzying array of foreign memories. She couldn't sort through them fast enough. They poured and poured into her mind like a broken spigot. Memories of an older girl from nearly a decade in the future.

So much had changed yet… was any of it real?

She hadn't thought magic was real either, not until it tried to bite her in the face. Literally. But Power Rangers weren't really real, they couldn't be. Yet, there she was. In a Megazord.

Willow searched her memory, looking for anything that could help her have it all make sense. In her search she stumbled into Maddie's overflowing memories. Into concepts all too common to even the causal comic book reader.

Alternate realities and the Multiverse Theory. What could exist would exist, in some form, somewhere.

That was if all of… that wasn't some form of waking dream or runaway nightmare. Like the year before, with the coma boy. It made a whole lot more sense that this was all the product of some little kid than her actually being a Power Ranger. In space. Because that was just too silly of a reality to accept.

Such a silly, ridiculous, reality

"Willow. Willow." A hand landed on her shoulder, Xander's. "I need you to breathe. Deep breaths okay? We don't exactly have paper bags up here but I need you to stay with me. We're going to need that big old brain of yours to figure this out."

She took a large gasping breath. It helped, a little. More so when her friend had her do it again, then a third time. Over and over until she could do it on her own. Until each breath was smooth and close to calm.

Which was good, she needed that calm. Especially when Giles started swearing.

"What are those bloody idiots doing?" The man cursed, his fist clenched tight and his eyes staring out the zord's window.

Following his gaze, the teens let out little sounds and quick curses. The spell, or whatever happened, may be over but the battle was not. Not for the defenders of Earth at least. They didn't know it was over, they didn't know that Darth Vader was gone. Replaced by some scared kid. All they knew was that their deadly opponent, the one who killed their friends and attacked their planet, was dead in the water. And they acted accordingly.

The window had zoomed in, like a camera lens, giving them a clear view of what happened next. Of missiles and turrets ripping into the motionless TIE Fighter. She couldn't hear it but Willow knew the following explosion have to be deafening. Someone held out a quick "No!" as the brief bloom of fire appeared. It died quickly in the void and Willow could only hope it was as quick for her fellow Sunnydale native.

With one target down the pair of fighters shifted their attention. Diving toward the listing Star Destroyer with the same ferocity. They aimed for the unrepaired slices in the hull, where the Astro Sword gouged out its due.

The ship shuttered against their efforts. Damage started building as it became rapidly apparent their shields were down. Galvanized the fighters kept up their onslaught, plumes of fire following in their wake.

"Can we stop them?" Buffy demanded.

"The Astro Megazord is currently unable to perform major maneuvers or movements." DECA responded, shooting down any ideas of rescue attempts before they could form. "If you wish I can open a line of communication to the fighters so you may speak."

Buffy opened her mouth, syllables forming only for a harsh beep to interrupt her words. The ship sensors had detected a number of Earth's satellites firing off what was left of their missiles.

In steady bursts and waves they came. Gripping onto their brief opportunity as quickly as they could. From what Willow could tell the missiles were mostly nuclear and ballistics but mixed in were the dangerous ones. The ones that seemed to eat space, imploding reality before her eyes. There weren't many of them but there were enough. Enough to threaten a Star Destroyer.

Enough to make a Star Destroyer run.

The ship seemed to stretch and zip from space, disappearing within the blink of an eye. If Willow had blinked, or been unfamiliar with the movies, she would have thought it had truly disappeared. Dissipating along with whatever spell changed them.

"What. Was. That." Cordelia demanded.

"I think, I think they warped away." Willow said, feeling a bit weak as she struggled with an obvious possibility. "I don't think they're in the solar system anymore."

"Then, where are they!?"

Willow could only shrug. How was she supposed to know that?

"Wait." Xander started, a bit of ill timed excitement in his voice. "If that ship can warp, can we?"

"Not until the Megaship's automated repairs are complete, sooner with assistance.." DECA announced. "Even then, the Astro Megaship's FTL system does not 'warp'."

"Xan, I love you, but that's not really important right now." Buffy said wryly, bumping him lightly even as her eyes were locked forward. Xander, meanwhile, almost blushed. He almost grinned. Then he swallowed it, nodding.

Good, because the situation was serious.

"What do we do now?" Buffy asked, looking to the sole adult in the room.

Giles reached up to his face as if to grab his glasses, when he didn't find them he pinched his nose instead.

"I, I don't rightfully know Buffy. I really don't." He said, looking out of his depth as he rubbed at his eyes. The look, Willow felt, did not suit him. It was honestly a disturbing sight to see.

Not even Cordelia had anything to say in the face of that.

But the silence had no chance to build or settle over them as a logical but still surprising event occurred.

"Incoming transmission from the allied fighter." DECA announced. Willow may have jumped at the sudden voice, just a bit.

"What? Do they want to get all shooty with us now too?" Cordelia said, glaring at the little ship as it made its way toward them

DECA paused before responding. "Unknowns. Playing message now.

A combination of grunts and wince inducing bellows blasted through the speakers. It went on for a short burst before changing, shifting into a pleasing series of whistles and clicks. Again, the sound came in a short burst before changing, turning into something almost like French.

"Language. It's language." Giles said. "They- do they think we're aliens?"

"I mean, why wouldn't they?" Cordelia quipped only for Giles to give her a flat stare.

"Because it would mean that they have met aliens before. Enough so to have an understanding of their languages." He explained. "At least three, four distinct cultures if that are sending us a message in each. And that may only be the major powers they know of."

"Soooo, Area 51 is real?"

Giles paused, lips compressing in displeasure as he dragged out that uncomfortable possibility. "I would tell you not to be foolish but that may very well be the case."

Willow's jaw had already dropped which made it easy for the word "alien" to croak from her mouth. Sure she's seen all sorts of demons but aliens? That was a whole different kind of cool! Hopefully, they'd be a whole lot more friendly and a whole lot less fancy.

The message cycled a time or so before landing on something a bit more local.

"Unknown ship." The voice said in lightly accented English. "This is Kofi Annan representing the United Nations of Earth. On the behalf of the people of this planet, you have our deepest thanks. But, please, what are your intentions."

They paused, they processed, and someone summed things up with a "Oh, right, they think we're aliens." Willow was fairly sure it was her as she continued with, "Uh, what do we say?"

"We come in peace?"

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, 'cause that's totally going to reassure them, you doofus."

"Hey! It might!"

"Nothing we say is going to reassure them. Use your brain."

"I'm afraid both of you are right." Giles said, interrupting before either could snip further. "Nothing we say is going to dissuade them of their suspensions but easy else CAN we say?"

"Not exactly like we tell them we got caught in a spell and ended up here." Buffy said through twisted lips. "So what do we say? That we mean no harm and that we'll be gone soon?"

"That would imply this ship would be leaving. Is it?" Giles paused, confused and worried. "What is going to happen to this ship?"

Willow hoped it didn't go anywhere.

"If I may make a suggestion." DECA broke it. "I will send a message of peace to them and ensure them we will leave once repairs are done. Repairs that will take an unknown amount of time to do."

"How much time are we talking? 'Need to buff it out' bad or 'stuck in space' bad?" Cordelia demanded more than asked.

Deca answered all the same. "While not most optimal most systems are still operational. And while the space flight functions may not be ready the teleporter system is still functional."

Most let out a sigh of relief at that. Worry dissipating with the words.

"Yes, well, thank you… Deca was it? That would be helpful." Giles said, more to their air than the red eye on the wall. "And, perhaps, take us out of their line of sight. In case they, uh, become trigger happy."

As the giant robot moved, as the message was sent, they planned. Giles continued to lead the charge of decisions and they let him, the smart adult that he was.

They would, with the ship's teleportation system, head back to Sunnydale. From there they'd check in with their loved ones. Then, and only then, would they investigate what happened last Halloween night.

It was a good plan, Willow would admit as she watched the stars, a solid plan. Then Xander through a wrench right into it.

"Good plan, G-Man." He said, mirroring Willows's thoughts. "But I think I'll be staying up here. Help DECA with repairs and stuff."

Buffy was the first to speak, "Xander? Did Vader knock you on the head?"

"More like he suffocated the last few brain cells he had left."

"Thank you, Cordelia." She said before the other girl could say more. "But, seriously, Xander, what's the what? Why would you want to stay up here?"

"Why wouldn't I want to stay up here? It's a spaceship Buff!"

"A spaceship that did not exist until a few hours ago." Giles pointed out. "A spaceship that may be dissipating as we speak."

"Feels pretty solid to me." He said, knocking on the console and trying to project confidence. "Besides, someone has to stay up here. It may as well be me."

"And why, pray, is that?"

"Someone needs to be here in case the government tries making a visit while we're away. And I'm the only one whose costume could fly this thing." Xander said, holding up a finger to preempt Buffy. "The only one whose parents won't notice he's missing."

While the others uncomfortably digested Willow jumped in. "I'll stay too!" She quickly said. "He might need help and I'd love to ask DECA some questions."

"I will gladly answer them if you are willing to answer some of my own."

"Sure!" She squeaked, excited about a prospect that had both Buffy and Cordelia give her a knowing look. She also dreaded it for the look Giles was giving her.

There was a brief argument but she, like Xander, didn't have to worry about her parents. They weren't even in the state, they were yet again at another conference to promote their research. They wouldn't even know something happened in Sunnyvale for days if she didn't tell them. All the people who would notice enough to look for her were already on the Megaship.

It was an argument that held more weight than her friends liked. Nor did they like how Xander was right. If the ship was going to continue to exist someone needed to watch over it.

There were still questions but they were also easily answered by the pair.

"What about food?" The cynthitrons on board could print food.

"How will they keep in touch?" The wrist communicators still worked.

"What about clothes?" They could teleport down whenever they want and grab some.

Cordelia even had a few questions of her own. Namely, "Are we done yet?" and "Can we go now?"

And they could. Buffy hugged both her friends even as DECA set in the coordinates back to Sunnydale. Willow waved to them as the streaks of Pink, Yellow, and Black raced back down to Earth.

Leaving her and Xander alone, with DECA too, on the ship. Though there was still one real question left.

"So, what's next?"


AN:
And done before the year is over. I had to restart this chapter once, then it felt weird to write this because of Jason David Frank, then holidays while being a parent. That last bit was busy but fun.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. I'll likely add an informational post of two soon to give everyone an idea what the Megaship is equipped with and what an individual Ranger is capable of.

Happy New Year.
 
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The Astro Megaship MK2
The Astro Megaship MK2, the successor of the Astro Megaship. Fresh from the shipyards of KO-35, the fastest spaceship in the galaxy... and it looks exactly like the old Megaship so it's mostly being treated as such. The MK2 is getting the attention because the Mark 1 was destroyed by the Lost Galaxy Rangers and the Ship of the Line challenge calls for the most advanced ship.



With 6 floors it boasts:
-16 individual rooms for living
-Cynthitrons aka food makers, punch a code into the microwave looking thing and get food.
-The SimuDeck for training via holograms and robots
-A hanger filled with Ranger gadgets
-The same hanger holds the Megatank which is more of a excavator than a tank but can be pioleted remotely
-A separate docking bay for the Megashuttle, a sub light traveling shuttle that forms Megaship's head.


To defend all of this the ship has:
-Shields
-A thick hull
-A pair of double barrel laser turrets
-A pair of Ion Cannons


Paired with the Megashuttle the Astro Megaship can become the Astro Megazord.
This comes with:
-The Astro Shield
-The Astro Sword
-The Astro Blaster


And to top everything off the Megaship has its own AI named DECA who can run most of.the ship's systems for the Rangers. She can be seen throughout the ship using a red lensed eyeball like camera. She can speak upward of 3000 languages and helped design Ranger equipment.


TLDR? Imagine if someone took the Enterprise and squished it down to roughly the shape and size of the Millennium Falcon then made it a Transformer.


Edit: cool fan animation

View: https://youtu.be/fw_-JyyTF1g
 
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Ranger Abilities
Okay, let's start with the basic package, which all Rangers roughly have. Below are some clips from the Power Ranger comics to help illustrate the point, though it's not everything.

View: https://imgur.com/gallery/PGHh9rI

Being morphed into a Ranger us to be overall better. For simplicities sake, we'll bullet point it as:
-Enhanced Strength
-Enhanced Speed
-Enhanced Durability
-Enhanced Jumping
-Instinctive understanding of Martial Arts
-Instinctive understandung of Ranger Technology
-Damage taken in Ranger form is not reflected in the unmorphed form
-Environmental protection ranging from the bottom of the sea to the surface of the moon


And that's all a base team gets. Some get a bit more. Let's talk about one of the more famous early Ranger abilities. Teleporting.


Limited to those with a communicator and a base that support it, which these Rangers do have, but it is very versatile. With coordinates, it can be used to travel across the galaxy or to breach another dimension. It can also be used a bit more tactfully for short range teleports, used more in the comics but in the show the Space Rangers used it to dodge an attack by teleporting to another rooftop and the Mighty Rangers used it to get from their individual Zords to the Megazord cockpit.

The Rangers with this ability are from what is commonly called the Zordon-Era.


Past that things get more individual in both equipment and abilities. I'll give a real quick summary for each Ranger, though the origin for why each Ranger has a power is different.


Ranger: Yellow Galactic
Power: (Alien chosen one) Sixth sense and animal communication, basically being in tune with nature.
Arsenal:
-The Quasar Saber, one of five Excalibur like blades and grants the Yellow Ranger the power over electrcity. Each of the Sabers is able to end a monster of the week on their own.
-The Transdagger, a weapon that channels the Rangers elemental power and has five possible modes, though each Ranger has a preferred weapon. Maya used more modes then most. Modes include: a pari of daggers, a long dagger, a bow, a crossbow/blaster, and a claw.
-Quasar Launch, a bazooka. No, seriously, a bazooka that shoots out the Ranger's elemental power. It doubles as a staff weapon.
Special Mode:
-The Lights of Orion.
A power boost that ads a bit or armor around the edges of gloves and boots, a larger belt buckle, and a claw gauntlet. This is a general power up and I mean general, everything gets a boosts. Her sword and Bazooka even get an upgrade.


Ranger: Blue Mystic
Power: (natural talent) Water Magic
Arsenal: -Magi Staff, a focos for her boosted magic
Special Mode:
-Mystic Legend Armor.
Gaining white chest, forearm, and thigh high armor the Mystic Force Ranger also gains a lion clock themed staff weapon that boosts her magic further.
-Mermaid Zord
The Rangers of Mystic Force are their zords. Large and humanoid each represented a creature of legend, in the Blue Ranger's case a Mermaid.

Ranger: Red Space
Power: (Alien training) Telekinesis
Arsenal:
- Astro Blaster, the side arm of the In Space Rangers. A laser pistol that has a bit of kick to it.
- Spiral Saber - a literal drill blade that can be combined with the Astro Blaster for more fire power
Special Mode:
-Battlizer
More computing power, a flight pack, and enough muscle to be seen through the suit. Comes with a force field, missiles, and sensors in the helmet.

Ranger: Pink SPD
Power: (Inherited mutation) Molecular Alteration- able to change her molecular structure to match items she's touching.
Arsenal:
-Deltamax Strikers, a pair of weapons that are holstered at either hip. A baton on the left hip and a 'knuckle' aka a gun on the right. They can combine for more power.
Special Mode:
-SWAT Mode
Basically everything youd expect a scifi cop to put on in a SWAT situation. A protective flack jacket, leg and arm armor, a headset, sensors along with night, telescopic, and thermal vision. To top it off she gains the Delta Enforcer, a big scifi laser gun that acts similar to an assault rifle.

Ranger: Black Dino Thunder
Power: (Mutated by Dino Gem) Invisibility
Arsenal:
-The Brachio Staff, a power full weapon capable of a multiple types of attacks, attacks that can harm giant monsters. These attacks include Wind Strike, Earth Strike, Wave Strike, Fire Strike, and Energy Orb.
Special Mode: Super Dino Mode
-Taping further into the feral power of his Dino Gem he gains greater physical strength. A side effect of this is that the gold pattern of his costume become spikes.


Vehicles: that'll be a suprise for now.
 
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What Happens Next Pt 2
MaRoS Ch 6

Bolts of power and color rolled down from the sky. The ground did not crack and the grass did not burn as the light touched down, but it did leave something behind. A blinking pair of teens and a much-too-tired librarian.

"Well, that felt weird." Buffy said, blinking off the transition faster then the others. Giles was still seeing spots from going from the brightly lit control room to the dark streets of Sunnydale. "Like an elevator on fast forward."

"Yeah, right, whatever." Cordelia said, stomping off down the street. "Good luck with all this freakiness, I'm going home."

"Cordelia!" Buffy called out to the girl's back, only to hear the yell of "Going Home!" in return.

Giles sighed at the byplay. "Buffy? Could you make sure she gets home safe?"

Her head swerved back and forth. "What about you?"

"I am well equipped." He said, showing her the cross around his neck and the stake still in his jacket pocket. "And I'm quite sure that she is not." And if she was Giles did not want to know where she hid them.

"If you're sure…" She said, obviously still unsure. He managed to wave her off by telling her to check in with her mother. That got her moving. Leaving him alone with his thoughts and little else.

He hoped.

He knew he should be walking home, making calls to Jenny and the Council over what had happened. But he didn't, he couldn't. There was something he needed to check first. Something he had to be sure of before anything else.

Walking down the streets of Sunnydale he quickly became wary of every rustle and scrape in the night. The street lights were out, all of them. Every last one for as far as he could see. No street lights. No lamps or porch lights or neon signs in storefronts. If Rupert had to make a guess there was no power in the city whatsoever.

Pushing aside a pang of building guilt he kept moving, squinting at each street sign to gain his bearing. Eventually, he found where he needed to be.

In any other city, Giles was sure, this road would have been cordoned off. The area would have been lit by a sea of flashing lights as first responders and city maintenance rushed about. Not in Sunnydale. Not until the sun was well and up.

Water pooled around torn asphalt and upended earth. Glass and brick littered the ground from smashed storefronts. Never before had he seen something like this, it was a scene straight from a war report. As if the area had been shelled or bombed.

With careful steps, he waded into the disaster. The water had, thankfully, stopped pumping into the streets. Draining into the newly formed fissure in the ground.

He tried not to look at it, tried not to take the blame for it, but it gnawed all the same. His body's actions did this. In a fight against a great evil while not in control of his body, true, but the damage was still painful to see.

Stepping over rubble and puddles he approached the least damaged of the storefronts. An innocent looking costume shop bearing an omnibus name.

Ethan's.

The banner was hanging on by a single frayed rope, flapping in the wind as he read and reread the name. It wasn't proof, not definite, but it was enough to sink his stomach.

"Lord, please don't let him be this stupid." A useless prayer, he knew, but he still hoped.

A bell jangled as he entered and he soo. Found that there were few things as disturbing as a costume shop at night. Considering he had been working over a literal portal to hell for well over a year that was saying something.

Pushing past all the clown masks and hanging skeletons Giles stepped into the back room, instantly tasting bile. This was definitely the site of a major working. A working larger and viler than he could ever imagine Ethan capable of. The man would have been more than willing to try but such power was simply out of his reach.

He gripped at his bicep, a hiss of pain slipping past gritted teeth as the greatest mistake of his youth burned. Reacting to the sheer dark magic in the room. That had never happened before, not an encouraging sign.

"What did that bloody idiot do?"

An invocation ritual given the formation of the incense. Of what god he called upon Giles had little clue. There was no effigy, no icon, no statue nor bust to go by other than the etched symbols and fragrant ashes. By his best guess, Eris seemed the most likely. What with her reputation for chaos and the Greek's reputation for transfiguring mortals.

There was a little sleeping area towards the back, close to the emergency exit. It had been hastily packed and left little behind to pick through. But there was enough for him to at least confirm his fears. Enough silk shirts, stupid knick-knacks, and the smell of bad cologne for him to be sure.

Ethan Rayne had come to Sunnydale and brought his usual mess with him. Though on a larger scale than either was used to. The ponce had likely thought he would get a rose out of his old friend. That he could stir the pot and bring the worst out in Rupert. That he could revive Ripper.

Instead, he brought something else out. Something, someone, new. A person Giles didn't know how to handle.

To distract himself from these thoughts, and the suddenly heavy silver bracelet on his wrist, Giles dug through what was left. Through leftover papers and crumpled regents, it didn't help him in any way. Revealing little, distracting barely, and helping none.

Oddly thorough for Ethan. And where was the windbag? For all that he was a coward he did love to gloat and watch his work. So, where was he? Did he run because of the battle at his doorstep or…

"No." He said, pieces connecting in his mind as he moved and looked out a window. Out and up. "No, it couldn't be."

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Deet-Deet Deet-Deet Deet-Deet the chime went. Three sets of double beeps that got higher with every beat. It cut through the quiet bedroom and jolted Buffy upright in bed. Her groggy eyes sharpening even as it came again.

Deet-Deet Deet-Deet Deet-Deet the unfamiliar sound went. That wasn't her alarm.

"Wuzat?" She asked, voice not quite keeping up with her awakening senses. By the time the sound came again, that high pitched Deet-Deet Deet-Deet Deet-Deet, she was already looking down. At her wrist.

She hesitated. She knew what it was and still she hesitated. It was a remnant of the night before, and what a crazy night it was. Probably the craziest of her life, and considering she stopped the apocalypse not even six months ago that was saying something.

The fact she slept at all spoke to just how tired she had been. And a testament to how numb she was becoming to all things weird in her life.

That didn't mean she was eager to jump back into things first thing in the morning. But there were only a few people who could even use the things, sooo…

"Hello?" She said, pressing the sides of the communicator before it could beep again.

"Buffy!" A familiar voice came through, excited and ready to babble. "I knew I could isolate people! It's like a very long distance call! Like, the longest-in-human-history long!"

"Hey, Wills." Buffy greeted, rubbing the last scraps of sleep from her eyes. "What's with the early morning wake up?"

"Uh, DECA said it was eleven in California right now so I thought it would be okay."

Blinking Buffy picked up her alarm clock, then she blinked again. The little hand did indeed say 11. "Huh."

Sure, it was Saturday but she didn't usually sleep in too late. Well, not too-too late. She must have been more out of it than she thought.

"Guess I should be getting up. So, what's the what Will?"

"Hmm, oh! I'm just, uh, checking in? Letting you know we're still alive, and in space." She said as if she needed to remind Buffy that her best friends were floating behind the moon in a ship that shouldn't be there. "It's AMAZING up here. DECA has been showing me what everything does and how they work. I think I'm getting it but it's sooo complex-"

Buffy let the babble wash over her as she got ready for the day. It was a bit odd to hear a constant stream of words coming from her wrist but it was nice. Like a portable phone.

Though she had to frown as she looked at the growing piles of clothes building on her bed. She wasn't feeling most of them and she wasn't even trying to look all that good! She was just going to see Giles for crying out loud!

Pink halter? Nope.
Blue dress? Ugh.
The red leather pants she got on sale? No way.

She eventually settled for a yellow turtleneck with some black denim jeans. As fashionable as it was practical, the perfect balance between looking good and being able to kick someone where the sun doesn't shine. A great combo for when she didn't know what the day would bring.

"-I haven't gotten a chance to look at the engines yet, and I'm barely understanding the computers, but, again, DECA has been great." Willow went on, and on, until there was a knock at the door.

"Buffy?" Her mother called from the other side. "Do I hear voices in there?"

"Uh," Buffy paused, looking at her still jabbering wrist wondering what to say. She eventually landed on a half truth. "It's Willow mom! We picked up these cool walkie-talkies last night and we've been chatting, one sec."

Pressing the sides of the communicator Buffy interrupted her friend. "Sorry Wills, gotta go. My Mom's here."

"Oh, say hi for me!"

"Will do. Talk to you later." She rushed. "Okay Mom, you can come in now."

"You didn't have to stop." She said, entering the room and giving it a sweep of her eyes. Soon enough they landed on the pile of clothes on Buffy's bed and the outfit she was wearing. "And where are you going?"

"To school."

"It's Saturday, try again."

"No, really, I'm going to meet up with Willow and everyone there too, y'know, check on everybody after last night." A night so crazy even her Mom noticed and that was making her go full mother bear.

"And you couldn't do that with those new walkie-talkies of yours? Or with a phone call?"

"It's not like everyone has one." She defended. "And we always meet there, even on the weekends! I figured it'd be the best place to start."

Her mother chewed on the half lid, taking the words for what she believed they were. She eventually came to a decision.

"Fine," She relented, "But I'm driving you."

"You don't need to do that."

"Buffy," Her mother started with flat and stern eyes. "A street blew up and people decided to riot. You are lucky I'm letting you out of the house."

"It's not that bad, and I can take care of myself." The hum her mother gave spoke volumes of what she thought of that.

And that was how Buffy found herself being driven to school on a Saturday morning. It wasn't even that long of a drive, only a handful of minutes, it could have been two. There was a reason she usually walked.

That and to avoid what little traffic Sunnydale garnered. Having a whole street blocked off seemed to have congested the whole town. A group of black vans squeezed by them as their car pulled up to the school.

"Rude much?" Buffy muttered, getting out as the last one passed. "Later Mom."

"What? Don't you want me to walk you in?"

"Please no." She said, rushing towards the school to avoid that nightmare. Her Mom didn't drive off until she was well and in the building, and only then did Buffy let out a sigh of relief. She didn't want to explain how she was there to see an older man, even if it was only Giles.

Actually, she took that back, especially because it was Giles. But only when he looked like some sort of hobo mad scientist. Seriously, did he sleep at all last night? Even a wink?

He was still in his Halloween costume, the red ascot long gone and the sleeves of his rumpled shirt were pushed up. Bags of pure exhaustion sagged under his eyes, more than a lack of sleep could explain.

"Giles?" She said, trying to get his attention as he bustled about his book cage. But he was completely engrossed in his task with fingers stained by various ingredients and components. She tried again but, again, he ignored her. The third time, well the third time she made sure he couldn't ignore her. "Giles!"

"Gah!" He yelled, dropping a book that was likely older than California. She almost felt guilty but there were more important things to worry about.

Like what was making her Watcher go all crazy?

"You alright there Watcher-man"

"I, yes. I'm fine, just fine." He said, lying through his teeth as he rubbed at his tired eyes. Completely ignoring the book on the ground. "How can I help you, Buffy?"

She gave him a critical look that she made sure he felt despite his fugue. "Well, I did come to see if you knew anything new about last night but now I want to know what's going on with you."

"Wrong? Nothings wrong. Why ever would something be wrong?" He said, completely mishearing her and earning himself another long state. It lasted long enough for her to weasel a sigh out of him. "I'm afraid I learned an unpleasant truth. The one who cast the spell last night was, unfortunately, an old acquaintance of mine."

He explained things about his relationship with the caster but only in the briefest of senses. Like her parents when she stumbled into something they really didn't want to talk about. She'd let it be, for now, but only because he was still explaining what had gotten him so riled up.

"The idiot isn't even on Earth anymore."

Buffy blinked, needing a moment to process what he had said and then a moment more to connect things. In the end, all she could say was, "huh?"

"I've been working on sorting spells all night, mostly to see if I was right. I may be rubbish at them but I can usually get the general area if not direction, not this time." His lips pressed thin even before he reached for the fallen book, examining the damage. "All they did was point up, some not even that."

"I mean, yeah? He's in space so he'd be up, right?"

"W-well, yes. But I'd like to know which way up, towards which constellation as it were." He dusted the book off and gently placed it back on the shelf. "I was looking into the more… exotic surfing spells when you walked in."

"But why?" She asked, the words spilling out before she could stop them because she had to know. "He caused that whole mess last night and then, apparently, spent the rest of said night hanging out with Darth Vader. I'm not big into nerd stuff but I don't think you could find much worse company than that. So, why bother?"

"Because once, a long time ago, we had been close. While he may have been, and likely still is, a pain in the arse he was still my friend." He admitted softly, surprised by his own answer. Recovering from the brief pause he amended himself. "And, that is to say, I need to figure out what he has done to that spell of his. According to the notes I found that the spell should have ended at midnight, nothing should have remained, and yet…"

And yet her friends were floating behind the moon, riding in an impossible spaceship. And yet something waited at the edge of her senses to be called to her wrist.

And yet Sunnydale felt different.

Buffy didn't know much about magic, that's what she had a Watcher for, but even she realized something was up. Which was why she took his half-assed excuse at face value, that and a heavy dose of trust. If there was some magic screwery still going on she'd believe it. He might have an ulterior motive in his search but she wasn't going to fault him for it.

"Well, if you ever do find him in the great wide nowhere, we do have a spaceship. Shouldn't be too hard to pick him up."

He laughed at her suggestion, not cruelly but with a single bark of amusement brought on by the obvious. Obvious and ridiculous.

"I suppose we do." He said, a hint of amusement still in his voice. Though it trailed off as he considered things she probably hadn't even considered.

"I believe I wasted my efforts with this." He admitted, waving off the assurances Buffy tried to give. "I should have spent more time researching the lingering aspects of the spell. Of what was left behind, how it stayed, and how it could be affecting us."

"Affecting us? You think the spell left us with more than a spaceship and fancy walkie-talkies?"

The man grimaced and looked at the books he had locked away. "Call it a gut feeling."

Buffy did not like that. Watchers didn't get gut feelings. Everything was supposed to be all book smarts and obscure knowledge with them. Logical, methodical, and stuffy. A gut feeling was the exact opposite of all that.

If he was falling back on something like that, where did that leave the rest of them?

"Now, let's talk about something a little more mundane." He said this wryly, steering them away from his last comment. "We should prepare for your patrol tonight. Traditionally the night after All Hallows' Eve, ah, Halloween is fairly more active than average. A night in seems to make some s bite more rowdy on their next outing. I am unsure if that will hold true tonight but we should still prepare."

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The Bronze, in typical fashion, was open and bumping without a care to what happened the night before. There had been literal riots and hostage situations in the club but that never stopped them from opening. The place didn't even stop to fumigate.

Cordelia was nearly a hundred percent sure that the club owner was some sort of demon, setting up a consistent feeding ground for his people. Or they were a sleazeball who only cared about their bottom dollar. Same thing really.

Not that she particularly cared, not overly much anyway. She was there tomorrow exactly what that hypothetical club owner wanted. To dance, to forget, and pretend things were as close to normal as possible.

She had been pulled into far too much freakishness and she needed to get rid of the smell. And nothing did that better than dancing and free drinks, two very related events.

Her table laughed as Cordelia swayed back to their table, drink in hand and a dopey gaze behind her. He wasn't the most handsome face in the crowd but that was exactly why it worked.

That and the tight little pink number she decided to break out from the back of her closet. Not her usual color but she could make it work, she could make anything work. With just a bit of makeup paired with some gold bangles and hoop earrings, she was catching every eye she wanted.

"Did you promise him a kiss goodnight?" Harmony asked, trying to tease her and failing miserably. So much so Cordelia had to roll her eyes.

"As if." She said, "He's just excited about the prospect of the idea that I might dance with him later."

"Well? Are you?"

She looked over her shoulder, giving the older boy a brilliant smile as he rejoined his friends. His face went bright as he noticed her looking, more so when his friends noticed too.

"We'll see." They all laughed at that, easily translating her meaning. Cordelia soaked it in, the normalcy of it. The sweet drink on her tongue, the ambient music blending into her group's giggles and chuckles. Even the general mood of the club was amazing, the number of fights and creeps were almost nonexistent

It was perfect and exactly what she needed. She basked in the peace of it, until Harmony had to ruin it by opening her mouth again.

"Does anyone else have their power back yet?" The question seemed oddly well-intentioned. Which meant it wasn't, but it added an unwanted dose of reality back into Cordelia's night. And she really didn't need it.

As the others talked she pulled her purse closer to her, very aware of the unfamiliar weight within. She would have left the thing at home but some foreign instinct had her grab it at the door.

The girls chattered around her for a bit, unaware of what was going on in Cordelia's head as they revealed even the most privileged had been hit by the power outage. Harmony, in true fashion, bragged about the fancy new generator her daddy bought so they could still watch TV.

"But he won't stop watching the news. Like, some nutjobs keep talking about aliens or something."

"Oh, enough of that." She said, slipping herself back into the conversation and diverting the subject to something more enjoyable.

It was only a bit that she started to notice something was off. That as the night trickled on the nightlife trickled in.

They were dressed in styles of decades past with hair and makeup blindly set. Sure signs of the overgrown mosquitoes that infested Sunnydale. Vampires. The only way they could have been more obvious was if they had walked in all bumpy forehead-ed.

Unusually she would try to pay them as little attention as was safely possible. Thr\en, if needed, she'd guide her girl's away from the freaks but these ones were strange. They looked dazed, eyes glazed over and swaying about like an LA junkie.

Could vampires even get high? If they could then these ones were having a horrible trip. They were dead on their feet, in more ways than one. Their faces were gaunt and she could make out their bloodshot eyes from where she sat. If they could she bet they'd be sweating too.

Cordelia didn't like it, not one bit. Nor did any of the more observant people in the room. Even if they didn't recognize the weirdos as vampires anyone and everyone could see there was something wrong with them. And no one in their right mind wanted to deal with a strung out druggie.

Space rapidity formed on the dance floor as the vampires stumbled forward. The good mood died a horrible death as a few gave lackluster attempts at dancing, the others only stared.

Plucking her purse from the table Cordelia stood, "Let's go."

"What? Why? It's not even that late yet!"

"Shut up, Harmony." She quickly hissed, "Grab your bags and follow me to the door."

"What's going on?"

"Shut up." She really shouldn't have to repeat herself but they needed to leave.

As they filed out a side door Cordelia took the regrettable action of looking over her shoulder. Looking back at the idiots and space cadets who didn't have a lick of sense between them. She couldn't leave them like that.

But she wasn't Summers so…

"Fire!" She yelled, "Fire! Everyone get out! Fire!"

That got the crowd moving, most of them. The vampires still stood senseless at the edges, staring around confused as their prey streamed out around them. Giving herself a nod Cordelia followed the crowd out the door.

Her group had tried to wait for her but the crush of people had hurried them down the alley. She waved them off and away but she couldn't ignore that question in their eyes. The "what was that?" that burned at her from a distance.

And she had no answer for them, not one she liked. Nor one that was true.

Luckily she wouldn't have to answer anything. The best part about her little group is that everyone had a car. So there would be no questioning for at least another day. It would give her time to think of something.

The walk back to her car was a quick trip, she had parked close because of her heels. She had parked illegally but what was a fine in the face of a blister?

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Less so when she spied one of those strung out vampires loitering near her car. And didn't that just figure? Do something nice and get dragged into the town's weirdness, just her luck.

She didn't even have a chance to run away because of course it noticed her. Maybe it was the click of her heels, maybe it was a coincidence. In the end, it didn't matter. The vampire had noticed her and she was in heels.

"Help!" She was screaming before it had even started moving. Its face twisted from something almost human into a snarled mess of fangs and Yellow eyes. She started to pray that Summers might be creeping around. There was always a chance but if she had no other option…

She started to fumble for her bag, working at the clasp even as the vampire found its footing. It was slower than most vamps she had seen but this does not mean it was slower than her.

It tore the purse from her hands and sent Cordelia to the ground with a squawk. That was all that saved her as gnarled fangs snapped where her next used to be. She tried to scan for her lost bag, for what lay within, but she had no time. Pale hands were already reaching out for her.

Scrambling away, her back hit a literal wall. Solid brick with nowhere to go.

"Summers! If you're here it'd be nice if you showed up! Like, now!"

No one came. No Buffy. No tall, dark, and brooding Angel. She'd even take that dweeb Xander swooping in to save the day. But no one was coming.

No one but the vampire lurching towards her.

"S-stop running." They rasped, rank breath wafting to Cordelia's nose as they all but crawled up her. "I'm so, tired. Just need a top off and everything will be alright, right?"

"Back off you freak!" She tried to slap them but they had easily caught her wrist and held it with their unnatural strength. The vampire offered no more words as it leaned in to start its meal with Cordelia cringing away.

She didn't want to admit it but she whimpered. Fear gripped her even as it mingled with disbelief.

This? This was how she was going to die? To some scrawny vampire?

She had seen and survived far stranger. She had fought in space for crying out loud! She could die here. This was not how Cordelia Chase died!

"Ha!" Her bangles chimed as she swung, her fist striking with surprisingly little resistance. Almost none in fact.

There was also no biting.

Peeking an eye open she spied the vampire on the ground. Their eyes had gone sightless with their fangs spread across the concrete. They smacked their lips but did little else, not even flinching as Cordelia scampered away.

"What?" She started to ask, reaching out a hand to steady herself. *Thunk*. "Thunk?"

She looked towards the sound, towards where her hand met the wall. It was the wrong color, while she tanned beautifully she could never be that golden. She tried to flex her fingers and found that she couldn't.

Her hand was solid gold.

And that started a whole new kind of freak out.


AN:
I'm not happy. Not with the chapter nor with how long it took to get out. I had made a goal of a chapter a month to help me improve my writing output, unfortunately being a dad and having a fulltime job with odd hours kills hobby time. I'm going to stick to the goal but, well, we'll see how that goes.

Chapter edited using Hemmingway and Grammarly, if I missed anything let me know.
 
What Happens Next Pt3
MaRS ch 7



A vampire shivered in the Californian night. Teeth clattering with wide pinprick eyes as they limped into an alleyway.

Alone and desperate for a meal they salivated at the sight of a tiny blonde. She was walking towards them as if she didn't have a care in the world. She had come around the corner the same instant as the vampire and made herself an inviting target. Too inviting of a target. Any other time that would have been a red flag, a great big warning waving in front of their face.

Now it was something they ignored as they lunged forward. Their face twisting into an ugly mix of yellow eyes and gnarled fangs. Then they were gone.

One moment they were a deadly predator pouncing upon their prey, the next they were ash in the wind.

"Huh, Giles was right." Buffy mused, brushing some errant ash from her turtleneck. "The vampires are really out and about tonight."

It was honestly like shooting fish in a barrel with how many she had run into. She couldn't even turn a corner without sniffing one out, not that they were making it hard. What with their stumbling and general stank, never mind their usual horrid fashion sense.

She had to have staked twenty vampires in as many minutes. She wasn't even bothering to stow her stake anymore. It seemed that as soon as she did another one would show up and she would have to take it out again. It was getting annoying.

Buffy had to wonder if it was that bad everywhere or if Sunnydale was just the unluckiest city in the world.

Still, it passed the time and distracted her with a dose of normalcy. Well, her version of it at least. And nothing said a return to a normal teenage lifestyle like some smoochies. All she needed was her tall, dark, and handsome boyfriend to make some headway on that.

A completely justifiable reason to go off route, Giles would forgive her. Eventually.

It wasn't like changing up her patrol would really change anything. Vampires were still dying by the truckload and she'd get a nice little reward for all her hard work. Honestly, it was a win-win for everyone.

It certainly put a pep in Buffy's step

A pep that would die a quick and unceremonious death as a shiver crawled up her spine. Something was watching her, something wrong. Unnatural and stomach turning. She spun around to find a shadowed figure staring right at her.

"Buffy." The figure said and for all of a second, she felt relief wash over her. She had that heart fluttering thought of "Oh, it's Angel". And for those few heartbeats she knew everything was going to be alright.

Then her stomach dropped, twisted, and lurched. She didn't puke but it was a near thing.

He was wrong, utterly and completely wrong. She looked into those deep brown eyes, so sad and soulful, and saw something lurking. Something dark and horrid. Something she didn't hesitate to call and label evil.

"Buffy?" He asked, stepping closer and sending her stomach into another tumble. "Are you okay?"

"I-" She started, bile bubbling at the back of her throat. She took a step back, eyeing him while there was still space.

He looked off, tired. And nothing the usual broody "I've looked into the abyss" way but actually tired. Like he woke up from the world's worst night of sleep. His shoulders were slumped, his steps lacking his usual smooth stride, and there were even bags under his eyes. Kinda. They were doing a weird skin sag thing.

The point was that he looked rough.

Enough so that, despite the goosebumps running up her arms, she found herself worried. "Are YOU okay?" She asked, the words spilling out despite every misgiving.

"Better than most I think." He wiped at his forehead as if there was sweat. "I was actually on my way to see you, and Giles. Something is going on with all the vampires in town. Mostly the fledglings but even the older ones are feeling it."

"Uh-huh."

"I think it has something to do with last night, things got weird." He was almost next to her and she had to fight off a wave of revulsion. A rancid hiccup rolled up from her gut, sneaking up on her in the most unpleasant of ways

Angel gave her a confused puppy dog of a look that in any other circumstance would have been adorable. Not then. Not when she felt, not when she felt… a lot like Maya did actually.

Like she was looking at something angry and vile and hateful, then having it glare back at her. Like the searing heat of a sizzling coal barely contained by a soap bubble. What was that? What was she feeling? Why was she feeling it?

"Buffy? Is something wrong?" He asked, his hand raised as if to take hers.

She dodged it, feigning that she was brushing back her hair. "Yeah, sorry, I'm fine." A lot happened last night and I'm still processing."

"Care to fill me in?"

"Sure, if you don't mind walking and talking. Got to finish up my patrol, y'know?"

He smiled at her that she did her best to return.

They walked the graveyard at an almost leisurely pace as she filled him in. She couldn't blame him when he didn't believe a word she said.

"A spaceship? Really?"

"Yep." She popped the o, trying to sound as peppy as possible. "Willow and Xander are still up there playing ship-sitter while we figure out what to do next "

"Wow." That's all he could say, his eyes lost in the stars above him.

It made it easy for her to guide them across the graveyard and back into her proper route. Avoiding all their usual quiet spots and looping her back home for her mid patrol break. A perfect excuse to break away and call Giles because something wasn't just right with Angel.

He was supposed to make her feel warm and fuzzy, not sick and pukey.

Still, she pretended everything was fine. Playing at being tired and out of sorts to avoid their usual romance. A shame because she really needed a good dose of it but there was no helping it.

Angel didn't even notice the change until the familiar red door was in sight. "Oh, that was fast."

"Yeah, I wasn't planning on staying out too late tonight." She lied, "I'm still pretty wiped from, y'know, everything. Wanted to keep things light and not overdo things."

"Of course." He said, smiling. "I understand. Call me if you need anything."

He leaned in for a kiss, she gave him her forehead. Fooling him into a long hug that was heatedly accepted. One he reluctantly released as she backed away.

"I'll see you soon." He promised, hands trailing along her shoulders as he moved away. She waved as he faded into the shadow and night.

Once she was sure he was gone, once she could no longer feel that ill hidden ball of hate, she let out a long breath

"Definitely need to call Giles." She muttered, walking the last few steps to her home and only just noticing a familiar red car parked haphazardly out front. She didn't even need to see the iconic 'Queen C' license plate to know whose it was. "What is she doing here?"

Her question was quickly answered as she opened the door and that call to Giles became all the more urgent.

-0-0-0-0-0-

There was something about working with his hands that Xander always enjoyed. Putting pieces together and shaping things to how they should be. Getting his hands deep into something and making it work. That sort of thing always appealed to him, he'd even go so far as to say he had a talent for it.

With all that said and out in the open he was comfortable admitting that he never dreamed he'd touch a spaceship, much less help repair one. He always figured he'd tap out at repairing some fancy sports car that had no choice but to pull into whatever dingy garage he ended up working at. Yet there he was, elbows deep in a starship that would make the Millennium Falcon jealous.

Not that he had half a clue what he was doing. But that was what the super advanced AI was for.

"Now I put the cartridge within the cleared slot to complete the circuit," DECA said, guiding him step by step with what he knew to be dumbed down instructions. Which was very helpful and appreciated.

"Okay, done. Now what?"

"Once the analogy switch is flipped this section will be complete."

So he did just that. Lights flickered then smoothed out as a whirling hum took over the room. He could practically hear a sigh of relief come from the red eyes security camera.

"Thank you, Xander. The Healing Matrix can now begin in this section."

Looking out a nearby window he could make out blankets of black energy settling over a grid of green. He had seen this a few times before. He'd watch time and time again how the black-on-green energy would fade away at the edges and shrink down. Leaving only pristine blue metal remained.

"Cool." He said in double meaning. "Is there anything else you need me to do?"

"Not at this moment." The AI answered, "Though, I would recommend taking a break while you can. We are likely to be busy very soon."

Xander grimaced at the suggestion but knew she was right. Earth was calling, literally.

Ever since they parked the Megaship on the dark side of the Moon they had been getting pinged by Earth. DECA had responded each time with a prepackaged message of "We come in peace and mean no harm". Something Xander felt was redundant after last night's battle. But that wasn't enough for the governments of Earth aa

They broadcasted their questions and demanded answers on every possible frequency. Insistent that fighting for them and an automated message weren't good enough. They wanted to talk to a person, and if no one was going to pick up the phone then they'd have someone knock on the Megaship's door.

"How long do we got?"

"Approximately, 5 hours and 39 minutes given the craft's current pace and our current position."

That didn't seem all that long in the scheme of things but it still felt like an agonizingly slow pace. Not that he wanted that fighter to get any closer.

Those things were trigger happy! They had shot Vader's Tie Fighter to hell and back as soon as they got the chance!

Now, Xander understood why they did it, he really did. They had lost four of their friends to that ship. So turning it into a fireball made sense. But Xander saw something else when saw that fireball

"I wonder who he was."

Someone else from Sunnydale for sure. Someone else who got caught up in the weirdness of the spell. Someone who was now dead because they wore the wrong costume.

And since when could anything from Earth dream of destroying a Tie Fighter? Or damaging a Star Destroyer?

Xander wasn't all the into Star wars, outside the movies, but he knew enough to know that nukes meant diddly against Empire ships.

Yet chunks of sci-fi metal vanished under Earth's barrage and the planet's starfighters could keep up with Vader of all people! What type of secret government crap was that?

So with all that added up Xander thought it was very reasonable not to want that fighter anywhere near them. Not that he had any real say in the matter, nor did the pilot seem to care.

But that was the government for you. There wasn't much else they could do besides wait and hope the repairs were done before they arrived.

Until then he'd take DECA's advice and take a nice long break. He even knew how to spend it, he just needed to make a quick stop first.

Making his way up an elevator and down the grey halls of the Megaship Xander strolled into the ship's rec room. It honestly reminded him of a school cafeteria back on Earth, if he ignored a few select things. There were benched tables, color coded lockers, and even a map of the solar system. All very familiar things that helped sell the illusion. All he had to do to complete said illusion was ignore the minute ways the planets moved along the map. Or how the far wall was dominated by color coded jump tubes.

But no school or cafeteria on Earth, that he knew of, had Synthetrons. Microwave like machines that could synthesize any food you could imagine. If you knew the buttons to press. He was still working on the code for Twinkies but he had strawberry milkshakes down pat.

Andros made them all the time for Ashley. And now Xander was making them for Willow.

That thought, that foreign sense of deja vu, left him frozen in the hallway with two milkshakes in hand. It has been happening a lot.

The more he explored, the more he got to know the books and crannies of that amazing ship, the more something niggled and wiggled in his brain. A something that made him think he had been there before, lived there before.

But he hadn't. And, technically, neither had Andros. The ship wasn't the original Megaship but the Megaship MK2, an update to the Ranger's old home. But that was close enough.

Every other corner Xander explored seemed to squeeze some sort of memory out of whatever bits of Andros that were left in his noggin. And they felt so natural too, as if they were his own.

If it weren't for how wrong the faces were he'd have thought them real. And they couldn't be real because Power Rangers weren't real, right?

As with every other time, Xander pushed those memories aside with a shake of the head and moved in. It was, as far as he was concerned, just another weird thing to add to the pile. They'd sort it out later.

Swinging into the flight deck he found Willow right where he expected her to be. Nose deep at the console screen, completely oblivious to the world around her. She didn't even notice him come in.

He'd be remiss in his best friend duties if he didn't take advantage

The "Eep" she let out as the chilled milkshake cup met her neck echoed down the halls. It also earned him a harder than usual slap to the arm.

"Xander! Stop doing that!"

"Only when you stop making it funny." He said, placing one of the cups next to her. "Soooo, whatcha up to?"

The little pout on her face melted away allowing for the full force of a good Willow-babble to flow. "Everything on this ship is amazing! I can barely wrap my head around it but DECA has been a great teacher, kinda redundant to say after calling the ship amazing since she's, y'know, basically the ship but she is!"

He smiled and sipped at his milkshake as the familiar ramble washed over him. A bit of normalcy mixed in with the extraordinary of their day.

"-owing me how to work the communication stuff. It's really complex but I'm starting to get it. I think. I can pick up, like, every radio station on Earth! I want to see how far I can push that." On and on she went, talking about trying to intercept signals from the Mars rovers. Who knows how long she could and would have gone on if their wrist hadn't started to chime.

Deet-Deet Deet-Deet Deet-Deet

Willow's brow scrunched in momentary confusion but Xander instinctively knew the sound.

Quickly raising his wrist to his face he answered. "Xander, go."

"We need you guys down here, now."

"Buffy? What's up?"

"We're having a bit of… a disaster down here. I don't know if you can hear it." He couldn't, the only sound coming from his communicator was her voice. "But Cordelia is having a meltdown. Giles wanted us all tested, like now."

"Halloween stuff?"

"Halloween stuff."

-0-0-0-0-0-

Giles played with the warm silver band around his wrist, tracing the onyx gemstone as he pondered. And he has a lot to ponder.

For now, for the sake of a shaking young woman, he focuses his thoughts on the now. Ignoring every personal implication as best he could.

Someone said something to him. He completely missed it. "Hmm?

"Did you think of something?" Jenny asked, dark eyes twinkling as if on the cusp of a joke at his expense. But her smile died as quickly as it arrived. Their usual banter falling flat in the face of circumstance.

"Not outside what we've already planned, no." Part of that was true at least. He could think of no better course of action. Any more scans or scries would only create similar results. Unless they were to try a deeper dive but that would take time they simply did not have.

Not with a panicking teen in the other room and Joyce Summers breathing down their necks.

The woman has been spending the better part of the night glaring at him and hovering near her phone. She had not taken her eyes off him since he arrived. Refusing to let him out of her sight or leave him alone with either her daughter or Cordelia Chase.

If Jenny had not been there to defuse things, with some very liberal help from Buffy, he doubted they would have gotten anything down. There was little stopping her from calling the police and all their talk of magic was doing very little for the woman's patience or attitude.

He had heard the muttered question of "cult" far too much that night.

"Alright," Buffy said, coming in from the other room, her voice cutting through the tension. "Willow and Xander are on their way. They should be here any second. Literally."

"Excellent. Their presence should make this easier."

"Make what easier?" Joyce demanded, her voice snipping and mocking. "Another magic ritual that will solve all their problems?"

"Mom…"

"What Buffy? He is talking nonsense, utter garbage. He's -" Here she paused, an outraged finger raised as her nostrils flared but all the same she hesitated. Her eyes flickered between Buffy and himself as she fought to find the right words. When she found them she whirled on Giles. "You are taking advantage of her! Feeding her this, this, bullshit! About magic, and rituals, and destiny. None of that is real! You found a vulnerable little girl and started to shovel this garbage at her. Reinforcing her delusions and pulling her into God knows what!"

Giles found himself on his back foot as the enraged mother stabbed his chest again and again with a well manicured finger. His ears ringing from her rising voice.

No amount of Watcher training prepared him to deal with an irate parent. Well, how to deal with one and keep a cordial relationship.

"I, that is to say." He floundered as he tried to fall back onto something, anything, that could help him defuse the situation.

What he found was far from helpful, just the nightmares of a fictional man dreading a similar situation. But Doctor Oliver never had to deal with the enraged parents of one of his Rangers. Not ones that weren't corrupted dinosaur men at least

Luckily he did not need to rely on those ill advised experiences and training.

"Mrs. Summers." Jenny started, reaching for the woman's offending arm.

Joyce ripped it back.

"Don't, touch, me."

Jenny raised both her hands, speaking softly as she tried to placate the woman yet again. "Okay, no touching, understood. But please understand that this is very real. Magic IS real. You saw Cordelia's hand."

Joyce stole a glance back towards her living room, back towards the tear-stained and impatient young woman. Towards the perfectly normal hands cradling something in a tight grip. Hands that had been golden when they slammed at her door.

"I don't know what you did to that poor girl but I know I don't want you in my home!"

"Mom, please." Buffy reached for her mother, gently gripping her arm. "It's not like that. Please listen."

Giles noted how tears glistened unshed in his Slayer's eyes and how her mother could barely meet them.

"This is, this is crazy Buffy. You have to see that. Please tell me you see that."

Buffy's words were swallowed by the sound of a golden fist smashing through what had been a rather nice coffee table.

"Can my life not be about your freaky drama for once?" Cordelia asked, ignoring the splinters that now littered her dress. "Cause I have enough of my own right now without you dragging me into yours."

In the silence that followed, in that beat of time where Joyce Summers stared at the remains of her table, Buffy gathered herself. Giles could see it, how she built up strength and reinforced her figurative walls.

"Mom, I know this is a lot to take in, like, it's a lot. This isn't how I wanted you to find out but this is all real. What they are saying is real, what I told you was real." She looked deep into her mother's eyes, implying far more than just that moment. "And, because of that, I know where Cordelia is coming from right now, what she's feeling. How alone and lost. And if I can help her feel a little less alone then I'll do that. We'll do that."

The sound of thunder punctuated her words, filling the room with flashes of Red and Blue. Out of a faux habit, Giles has looked away in time. Shielding his eyes enough to see Xander and Willow forming from the light to stand behind their friend.

They wore strange outfits that niggled at Giles's implanted memories. They were almost militaristic in design, with shiny black boots paired with a uniform gray pants and jacket. The only difference between the two's clothes were the colors of their undershirts. Red for Xander and Blue for Willow.

The pair smiled as the light faded, Willow's face in particular was alight with excitement. Then they looked around, at the smashed table, at Joyce's shocked face.

"Uh, did we come at a bad time?"

"Just in time, in fact," Giles said, gathering strength from his Slayer's display. "We are nearly ready for the ritual and only need a few last minute touches. If there are no more objections we can start near immediately."

He looked towards the Summers women as he said this, into each of their eyes. From the shell shocked to the steely. The latter gave him a nod while the former struggled to collect herself.

"Wait, so, Buffy's mom knows now?"

"I think she just found out."

"Ooooh."

Ignoring the new arrivals Giles took a chalk slate from Jenny, double checking their etchings as the woman prepped new incense to burn. Adjustments would need to be made to the runes and glyphs but nothing too laberous. With a few swipes of a rag and a careful hand a new string of symbols emerges. One that would account for their increased number.

A red haired head peeled around his shoulder. "What's that?"

"It's, ah, a portable ritual tablet." He explained. "One of Jenny's, that is, Ms. Calendar's new age ideas. A rather good one, I think, for cases such as these."

However, he was almost certain that many cultures had used similar methods throughout history. It made for a rather enjoyable debate but it never hurt to credit a beautiful woman in front of their students.

"We have been using them as a sort of, ah, dosing rod. A god was involved last night and we are trying to uncover which one. We haven't had much luck so far but, hopefully, with all five of us here, as affected individuals, we can narrow it down some by effectively amplifying the spell."

"Cool." Said the girl in Blue, her eyes completely engrossed. "How does it work?"

"Well-"

Jenny interrupted them before he could get a word in. "While I'm sure Rupert would love to give you a long and stuffy lecture on things we do need to set up. C'mon, I'll give you the cliff notes."

Like a duckling Willow followed, ever eager to absorb a new lesson. Giles would have laughed if not for their situation.

"Ah, Buffy, stand here please. Xander? Here. Willow, over there please." He instructed, arranging the teens in such a way that Cordelia and he would complete the points of a star.

With the pentagram complete Jenny slid the various slates and lit their incense. The rest was up to him.

And the whims of an unknown god.

Before that worry could settle he started to chant. The long dead prose of a Latin variant rolled from his tongue. The vibrations swayed the incense smoke as if to guide them to the center of their formation.

Which was far more than they had achieved with their previous attempts.

Then the incense flames blazed as magic pulled the smoke from their wicks. It pooled in a gray mass between them, kneading itself into shape as a baker would dough.

At that point in the ritual a symbol or a likeness of the god should have appeared. A vestige of the god invoked that lingered in the magic that has changed them all. When they had tried the ritual before with various combinations of Buffy, Cordelia, and himself they had ended up with, well, just smoke.

Now the smoke screamed.

Lips formed only to scream, tongues wagging as words failed the deity. Sets of teeth gnashed as they fought to speak. Pictures fell and glass shattered as the walls shook around them. Even the expensive incense sputtered out as the faces screamed.

Faces.

Two faces.

Through squinted eyes and clamped ears he could make that out. He could make out no finer details, not with how the smoke was rapidly dissipating and leaving through hastily thrown open windows.

"Was that supposed to happen?" Buffy asked, waving the errant smoke out of her face

"Not quite but yes." He said with his ears still ringing, so he may have spoken a little louder than intended. "We were hoping for some impression left behind last night's magic or a sign of the god invoked. And I'd say we got it, if a bit on the dramatic side."

"Did you get what you needed to fix me? Cordelia demanded, interrupting them with the possibility she cared about

He wishes he had better news for herm

"Ah, not quite." He said, repeating himself as he explained. "We have at least gained the god's attention and a clue to their identity. It is not an answer or a solution but it is a good step for both."

"Then what good is it!" She yelled, hands thrown up into the air. "I let you do all that weird mumbo jumbo to me and this is all you can tell me? This is all I get?"

She scoffed.

"I don't want a "good first step" I want to be fixed! I want to be normal!"

Buffy reached out, placing a hand on the other girl's shoulder. "It's not always that easy Cordelia."

"What do you know?" She asked, slapping the offending hand away. "You Think you know everything but you don't. I can tell you one thing you can be sure of."

She slammed something into Buffy's chest.

"I'm done. Like, done done. Don't come near me unless you find a way to fix me."

As she stood out the house Buffy looked down to the device that Cordelia shoved at her. It was smooth and back with three blocky letters written across its face. SPD

"Her Morpher?" Buffy wondered as Willow summed up the situation.

"Well, that was dramatic."




An:
Aka the chapter where Cordelia turned in her fun and badge.

Anyway, those first two sections have been done for months but the third was a pain and a half for me to get out. While it's done I'm still not happy with it nor am I happy with how long it took to get out. I really need to get more disciplined and better at time management.

Sidenote- shout out to all my working parents who still find hobby time. You guys are machines.
 
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