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unknownseas2022-07-23 10:33 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2022-07-23 10:33 am
Fifth Trial
[ There's a long while of examination before the Mayor speaks up. There's plenty of evidence to pick up yet again this week, after all. ]
Annnd that's going to do it. Wrap it up and head to the bathyspheres, kids, you've got some business to attend to.
[ The bathyspheres take you all down, down, into the now-familiar dome below the city. The similarly familiar red glow persists until the lights properly turn on - the projection of Fontaine's silhouette is gone, of course, replaced by that same flickering "please stand by" message. But your mayor's voice is still the one that speaks over the increasingly empty circle of podiums. ]
If you somehow need a reminder of why you're here, three of you are dead. Get away with it, killer or killers, and the execution room gets to really work overtime today. But I guess if you wanna live, you should find who murdered three people. Could be important for you guys.
[ Welcome to your fifth trial. ]
Annnd that's going to do it. Wrap it up and head to the bathyspheres, kids, you've got some business to attend to.
[ The bathyspheres take you all down, down, into the now-familiar dome below the city. The similarly familiar red glow persists until the lights properly turn on - the projection of Fontaine's silhouette is gone, of course, replaced by that same flickering "please stand by" message. But your mayor's voice is still the one that speaks over the increasingly empty circle of podiums. ]
If you somehow need a reminder of why you're here, three of you are dead. Get away with it, killer or killers, and the execution room gets to really work overtime today. But I guess if you wanna live, you should find who murdered three people. Could be important for you guys.
[ Welcome to your fifth trial. ]
EXECUTION - Forever Green
Come on, mayor! Bring on your fake rangers!
[ And to his call, it seems, the Mayor obliges. In different levels of the quarry, row after row of costumed figures emerge - some from puffs of smoke, some out of the back of vehicles, some teleporting in from elsewhere though science fiction gadgetry.
Drakkon watches them all arrive with a look of slight amusement on his face. ]
This is what happens to the monsters, huh?
[ Behind them land rows and rows of similarly colorful giant robots. The near armada assembled before him is impressive in its sheer scale, back to the horizon. Though… something about it all does look a little cheesy and fake, huh? Guess that’s just part of the genre.
They all strike fighting poses, wordless. A few of them, however, step forward.
Two in yellow and in red are first, and Drakkon starts fighting them. It’s simple hand-to-hand combat. Showy, but no one’s getting anywhere. ]
Hey, kids. Yeah, yeah, sorry about pretending I raised you-
[ He’s still more than a match for them, with his powers. Then more step forward. Two more. Five more. Every ranger he killed, before the whole universe had to clean up after him. The lives he destroyed.
He’s almost relieved to be struck by the arrow, when it connects. When he finally sees the archer, he smiles. ]
Predicable-
[ Is all he manages to get out before the sword pierces his heart, through his back. He never sees himself as the blade is pulled from his chest. But he does see as each and every ranger here, save for the archer higher up, pulls off their mask to reveal another Tommy Oliver.
Lord Drakkon is dead, surrounded by his failure. ]