OOC: Memory #7
[This memory is from the episode "Beginnings, Part I".]
Sky was standing together with Bridge and Pinky, all three clad in neutral gray uniforms, in what looked like the control room of their base, which he and Bridge had visited on one of their journeys to the fourth floor. Large monitors complete with keyboards lined the walls, and there was a center computer console as well, around which were five seats. Standing before them and speaking to them was... a large blue anthropomorphic dog, of all things. He was dressed in a much fancier uniform than the others.
"You underestimated your opponent and were soundly defeated," the dog was saying to the trio, a voice Sky had heard before.
"We are so not ready to be Rangers," said Pinky glumly, and Bridge nodded agreement, but Sky himself wasn't so sure.
"I'm ready," he said confidently.
"Oh. So it must've been Syd and I who let those two get away, then?" Bridge asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Listen to yourselves. There is no team here," said the dog sternly, spreading his arms. "This is the issue you will have to overcome before you can become a Power Ranger."
"Ohhh, I get it. You mean all we have to do is stop blaming, criticizing and judging each other?" Pinky asked, her eyes wide in mock surprise.
"You forgot to mention 'failing to bring in suspects'," Bridge chipped in cheerily.
"Right. Let's see... that puts us right on schedule to be Rangers around... never," said Pinky.
"You will meet those two again," said the dog.
"Sir," said Sky, stepping forward. "The civilians, they were different. They had special abilities, like we do."
"Yes, I know," said the dog. "Cadet Tate, come with me." Sky silently followed him out into the hallway as Bridge and Pinky looked on; once they were in an empty corridor, the dog turned to Sky and asked, "Why Red Ranger, cadet?"
"Lots of reasons, sir," Sky replied promptly. "I'm top on B-Squad in test scores, weaponry and in fighting. ... As you know, sir, my father was the Red Ranger. Ever since I was a little kid, I've trained for the day I become like my dad. The next Red Ranger."
"Your father was the best of the best of Rangers," said the dog. "If you are anything like him, we will all benefit by your service. Dismissed."
"Thank you, sir," said Sky, feeling himself grin rather smugly, saluting and turning to walk away.
"Cadet," he said, and Sky turned to face him once more. "If I was to appoint Syd as Red Ranger, would you follow her into battle?" Sky made a noise of disgust and laughed a little.
"Sir. She's a girl."
"Or Bridge?"
"I like Bridge, but in all honesty, sir, he's... not a leader," Sky replied.
"I see," said the dog thoughtfully. "Thank you for your honesty, cadet. That will be all."
"Sir," said Sky, saluting again and marching off, and the memory faded.
Sky was standing together with Bridge and Pinky, all three clad in neutral gray uniforms, in what looked like the control room of their base, which he and Bridge had visited on one of their journeys to the fourth floor. Large monitors complete with keyboards lined the walls, and there was a center computer console as well, around which were five seats. Standing before them and speaking to them was... a large blue anthropomorphic dog, of all things. He was dressed in a much fancier uniform than the others.
"You underestimated your opponent and were soundly defeated," the dog was saying to the trio, a voice Sky had heard before.
"We are so not ready to be Rangers," said Pinky glumly, and Bridge nodded agreement, but Sky himself wasn't so sure.
"I'm ready," he said confidently.
"Oh. So it must've been Syd and I who let those two get away, then?" Bridge asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Listen to yourselves. There is no team here," said the dog sternly, spreading his arms. "This is the issue you will have to overcome before you can become a Power Ranger."
"Ohhh, I get it. You mean all we have to do is stop blaming, criticizing and judging each other?" Pinky asked, her eyes wide in mock surprise.
"You forgot to mention 'failing to bring in suspects'," Bridge chipped in cheerily.
"Right. Let's see... that puts us right on schedule to be Rangers around... never," said Pinky.
"You will meet those two again," said the dog.
"Sir," said Sky, stepping forward. "The civilians, they were different. They had special abilities, like we do."
"Yes, I know," said the dog. "Cadet Tate, come with me." Sky silently followed him out into the hallway as Bridge and Pinky looked on; once they were in an empty corridor, the dog turned to Sky and asked, "Why Red Ranger, cadet?"
"Lots of reasons, sir," Sky replied promptly. "I'm top on B-Squad in test scores, weaponry and in fighting. ... As you know, sir, my father was the Red Ranger. Ever since I was a little kid, I've trained for the day I become like my dad. The next Red Ranger."
"Your father was the best of the best of Rangers," said the dog. "If you are anything like him, we will all benefit by your service. Dismissed."
"Thank you, sir," said Sky, feeling himself grin rather smugly, saluting and turning to walk away.
"Cadet," he said, and Sky turned to face him once more. "If I was to appoint Syd as Red Ranger, would you follow her into battle?" Sky made a noise of disgust and laughed a little.
"Sir. She's a girl."
"Or Bridge?"
"I like Bridge, but in all honesty, sir, he's... not a leader," Sky replied.
"I see," said the dog thoughtfully. "Thank you for your honesty, cadet. That will be all."
"Sir," said Sky, saluting again and marching off, and the memory faded.