Quinton Newman (Rank Division 8)
"If we cant see you," I begin, "then how are we hearing you?""I'm not human. I'm a tool." The voice gives shivers down my spine. It was a crazy echo.
"We're talking to an object. How nice." Lena says.
"What do you mean your a tool?" I ask.
"I was made 357 years ago by your ancestors. I'm not something to take lightly. I hope you know that you wouldn't be here if you weren't supposed to."
"What does that mean?" The brown hair guy asks.
"Tell me. How did you get here? Tell me individually."
"Um. I was with Lena. Trying to check out rooms without dying.." I say.
"Good to know you found your rooms."
"What do you mean our rooms?"
"You all have a training room of your own. Hold on, let me explain this stuff. This group seems particularly slow."
I look at everyone who all had an eyebrow arched at his words.
"357 years ago. I was made. I'm this big screen you see in front of you."
"Oh great. We got a Zordon from power rangers." Zack says sarcastically. "Do we get an alpha?"
"Zack, don't say that." Remi nudges him. "Show some respect."
"Are you going to tell me he isn't Zordon? From those films that were made centuries ago?"
"I-..well he does but still. Don't fucking say that."
"Well he's going to be called Zordon from me okay? Plus, he's a whole damn screen. What do I have to respect?"
"I'm sure that 'screen' is trying to talk. Pay attention and shut up."
"Oh come on, just agree with me that he is a Zordon.
"Anyways," the voice says, "your ancestors..I'm hoping they are..made these rings. This was when GreyRose began building, so dangers were obvious to come. Well, these rings in front of you haven't been used since then."
"What's so special about the rings?" I ask.
"Well, since you asked."
5 seemingly bright gems begin floating off of the podium. I watch in awe. They were really bright.
A blue one drops in front of me. I pick it up to see that it was a ring. The blue gem attached was insanely small. I don't know how it came off so bright.
A Grey one drops in front of the brown hair guy. I should probably ask for his name, like honestly. Y'know what, I'm gonna call him Rickety.
A green one drops in front of Lena, a red one drops in front of Remi but the yellow one just stays in front of Zach. We all look at it for a while, but out of the blue, it hits him smack in the face. It knocks him off his feet and drops onto him.
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The Ring Academy of 5
Science Fiction"𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔. 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔" "𝘋𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘥, 𝘐 𝘊𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘔𝘺 𝘑𝘢𝘸?" "𝘐𝘷𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘥, 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶�...