Power Rangers: Defender

Chapter 8

-The Scorpion Stinger -

"Get out of here," Furio shouted as Starcog entered into the throne room, a Stingwinger having been tossed beside him out of the room as Furio noticed him. "How's the matter gone over the scanner?"

"They haven't appeared at the area again, master Furio," Starcog spoke as he bowed hastily, moving to the viewing screen as he turned it on, clicking into the keyboard to set the area it was looking to as Furio watched. "Over the last few days we haven't seen those rangers or where they went. We haven't even found the Magna Defender after your fight with him, though the one from Magnus was seen leaving the forest by the mountains. Should we try for the scanner again?"

"No, they know we're after it now so it'll be better to aim for a different one," Furio spoke as he looked to the Stingwinger he threw out of the room watching two others pick it up and carry it out before he looked to Starcog again. "What about making one ourselves?"

"It will take time as well as parts, but it's possible," Starcog responded as he typed in something else into the keyboard, soon pulling up a satellite. "However, I seem to have noticed what allows them to find out about us so fast. Every time we've appeared, certain satellites have found where we teleport and send it to some unknown area."

"Can you track it," Furio asked, simply getting a shake from Starcog's head before he grunted in annoyance, walking to his throne before he sat down. "First there's those knights which we faced eight hundred years ago, and now there's Power Rangers that can keep their sights on us..."

"Indeed," Starcog responded, typing through the keyboard as he looked to the viewing screen. Furio then sighed as he looked to Starcog. "It seems that whatever fate brought this Magna Defender to Earth has been focused on keeping us from freeing Scorpius..."

"Indeed," Furio muttered, soon hearing a laugh from the monster as they finished keying in a location, revealing a science center. "So what parts do you need?"

"Fortunately, I've been looking over that while we've been quiet based on how that device had looked," Starcog responded, looking back to Furio with a nod. "There's several parts which are easy to come by and that we have here from our plundering over the last eight hundred years, but the final pieces can only be obtained at labs like this one. Luckily for us, too, this one just so happens to be getting ready for renovation in a few days, giving us the perfect opportunity to steal it without anyone noticing."

"Great, but that still leaves having to use something to distract those rangers," Furio muttered as he rested himself back on his throne, looking at the viewing screen. Then, after a moment of silence, he soon began to chuckle in a way that made Starcog look at him confused. "Perhaps we should look into some of the monsters from eight hundred years ago, and see if any are willing to come back..."

-Nathan, Amber Beach fountain-

The skate park seemed to echo all the way to the fountain as Nathan sat back on a bench, his gaze up to the cloudless sky as he went over his current thoughts. 'The guy in the black shirt and hat has been here consistently, same with the one in the red,' Nathan thought to himself as he looked back to the fountain he had been sitting by, his gaze on the two men he had thought on. 'No doubt about it with how they're looking around either, they're two of the rangers from back then. Doesn't seem like Furio had that area we stopped fighting at in their sights either, otherwise he would've had someone here in wait.'

The one in black was riding on a skateboard, rather well as he could see, while the other was more just looking around while he walked, but both were clearly looking for someone as they passed by him for the second time today. However, this was the first time he had actually openly appeared in the area as well, mainly keeping his distance to make sure that Furio and his group hadn't been listening in. As he watched them, the guy on the skateboard looked directly at him, making him smirk before he picked himself up.