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starsficSo I realize this doesn't make the best icon, yet it was so very Kirkian of him that I couldn't resist. This is, if you didn't see the episode (or can't tell from the tiny picture), Ziggy leaping over the side of a building. Because he's that awesome.
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freefall
The puppy was fun. Casey was cool. RJ was kind of weird, but in a funny way, and it was hilarious watching the rest of Rangers respond to her. Or pretending not to respond to her. She kind of provoked something, though, almost without trying--even when she was minding her own business, she drew the eye.
At first Ziggy thought it was because she was weird. He couldn't pin it down further than that, but the way she moved wasn't right. Like a kid, almost, like a teenager with her sudden unexpected clumsiness in the middle of unthinking grace. Dillon didn't know what he was talking about, though, and if Dillon hadn't noticed then no one else had either.
So then he thought maybe it was just the moving itself... the fact that she was always in motion. Her hands moved when she walked, her whole body shifted when she spoke. Of course people would watch her.
On the second day of their visit, though, Ziggy realized two things. One, RJ must move the way she did on purpose, because she was invisible when she went still. Ziggy almost walked into her in the kitchen that morning, and when he made a joke about ninjas RJ said, with a totally straight face, that she had some training.
Two, RJ and Casey weren't going anywhere until they got some answers. They were being very polite about it; they were earnest and helpful to the point of being unobtrusive. But they weren't Aisha and Taylor: they weren't here to pass on academic information, and they weren't here just to see if they could get here in the first place.
They slept in the hydroponics loft.
They went shopping with Flynn "for the chance to see the city," and they made pizza for everyone the next night. They had several conferences with Dr. K, including one that went so late Ziggy fell asleep waiting to see who would call it quits first. When the city alert woke him up, he spent several seconds trying to remember who he knew owned a purple sweatshirt.
Dr. K let them fight. It made sense, maybe: Corinth was overwhelmed, the shield sabotaged from the inside, and the Rangers were under siege. They could barely keep up with the infiltration, let alone spare him and Dillon to track down the source of the sabotage. So Casey and RJ were dispatched as a unit, covering one side of the city while Summer, Scott, and Flynn took the other.
Ziggy forgot everything else when Dillon went over the edge of a skyscraper.
He knew before it happened, even from the ground: if Dillon was supposed to send the saboteur running in Ziggy's direction, didn't that mean getting off the roof? It took too long, and Ziggy could still see the giant satellite 'bot moving around up there. He debated asking Dr. K for instruction, but she really had enough to do.
Besides, there was only one order he would follow at this point. The sooner he acted on it the less uncertain he would feel. So Ziggy teleported to the top of the building--just in time to see Dillon get thrown over the side.
He didn't think. He did have time to realize, en route, exactly what he was about to do. Impulse, gear, voice recognition. His suit appeared around him just as he leapt out into the air.
Freefall. Really not his favorite thing. The cold, the terror. The falling.
The body he slammed into, arms locking instinctively. Dillon's form sucked, which was the only reason Ziggy had caught up to him, but just being there while they both died wasn't what he'd had in mind. In the midst of mindless panic, it was those endless training sessions that saved both their lives.
When in danger, morpher first. Everything else is secondary. The morpher won't let you down. Dr. K had drilled it into his head, without flinching and seemingly without end, until he believed in teleporting even in his sleep.
For someone who wouldn't talk spirituality, she'd taught him faith like no one else.
Everything went green. When the world came back it was dizzying and still and painful... and Dillon wasn't dead. Funny how that made the rest of it seem like kids' stuff. The teleporting, the fragments of awareness too fast to be totally there in his head--the way his world had just irrevocably changed.
"I'm not sure how you did that," Dillon muttered, barely moving.
The ground was solid underneath them. He had just teleported out of the air, onto the street below, dumping speed and changing direction while he was noncorporeal. The only thing the same was the fact that he was still holding onto Dillon.
It was the first time he'd taken anyone else with him.
"I know," Ziggy blurted out, patting Dillon's arm to make sure he was really there. Dillon grimaced, which was weird and was that the arm he'd been clutching when he fell?
Drawing back, he added awkwardly, "Uh, me neither."
He was in so much trouble.
***
There are some more icons from "Blitz" at the bottom. Please to be doing anything you wish with them :)
For previous scenes tagged "straight up,"
click and scroll down (reverse chronology).
The puppy was fun. Casey was cool. RJ was kind of weird, but in a funny way, and it was hilarious watching the rest of Rangers respond to her. Or pretending not to respond to her. She kind of provoked something, though, almost without trying--even when she was minding her own business, she drew the eye.
At first Ziggy thought it was because she was weird. He couldn't pin it down further than that, but the way she moved wasn't right. Like a kid, almost, like a teenager with her sudden unexpected clumsiness in the middle of unthinking grace. Dillon didn't know what he was talking about, though, and if Dillon hadn't noticed then no one else had either.
So then he thought maybe it was just the moving itself... the fact that she was always in motion. Her hands moved when she walked, her whole body shifted when she spoke. Of course people would watch her.
On the second day of their visit, though, Ziggy realized two things. One, RJ must move the way she did on purpose, because she was invisible when she went still. Ziggy almost walked into her in the kitchen that morning, and when he made a joke about ninjas RJ said, with a totally straight face, that she had some training.
Two, RJ and Casey weren't going anywhere until they got some answers. They were being very polite about it; they were earnest and helpful to the point of being unobtrusive. But they weren't Aisha and Taylor: they weren't here to pass on academic information, and they weren't here just to see if they could get here in the first place.
They slept in the hydroponics loft.
They went shopping with Flynn "for the chance to see the city," and they made pizza for everyone the next night. They had several conferences with Dr. K, including one that went so late Ziggy fell asleep waiting to see who would call it quits first. When the city alert woke him up, he spent several seconds trying to remember who he knew owned a purple sweatshirt.
Dr. K let them fight. It made sense, maybe: Corinth was overwhelmed, the shield sabotaged from the inside, and the Rangers were under siege. They could barely keep up with the infiltration, let alone spare him and Dillon to track down the source of the sabotage. So Casey and RJ were dispatched as a unit, covering one side of the city while Summer, Scott, and Flynn took the other.
Ziggy forgot everything else when Dillon went over the edge of a skyscraper.
He knew before it happened, even from the ground: if Dillon was supposed to send the saboteur running in Ziggy's direction, didn't that mean getting off the roof? It took too long, and Ziggy could still see the giant satellite 'bot moving around up there. He debated asking Dr. K for instruction, but she really had enough to do.
Besides, there was only one order he would follow at this point. The sooner he acted on it the less uncertain he would feel. So Ziggy teleported to the top of the building--just in time to see Dillon get thrown over the side.
He didn't think. He did have time to realize, en route, exactly what he was about to do. Impulse, gear, voice recognition. His suit appeared around him just as he leapt out into the air.
Freefall. Really not his favorite thing. The cold, the terror. The falling.
The body he slammed into, arms locking instinctively. Dillon's form sucked, which was the only reason Ziggy had caught up to him, but just being there while they both died wasn't what he'd had in mind. In the midst of mindless panic, it was those endless training sessions that saved both their lives.
When in danger, morpher first. Everything else is secondary. The morpher won't let you down. Dr. K had drilled it into his head, without flinching and seemingly without end, until he believed in teleporting even in his sleep.
For someone who wouldn't talk spirituality, she'd taught him faith like no one else.
Everything went green. When the world came back it was dizzying and still and painful... and Dillon wasn't dead. Funny how that made the rest of it seem like kids' stuff. The teleporting, the fragments of awareness too fast to be totally there in his head--the way his world had just irrevocably changed.
"I'm not sure how you did that," Dillon muttered, barely moving.
The ground was solid underneath them. He had just teleported out of the air, onto the street below, dumping speed and changing direction while he was noncorporeal. The only thing the same was the fact that he was still holding onto Dillon.
It was the first time he'd taken anyone else with him.
"I know," Ziggy blurted out, patting Dillon's arm to make sure he was really there. Dillon grimaced, which was weird and was that the arm he'd been clutching when he fell?
Drawing back, he added awkwardly, "Uh, me neither."
He was in so much trouble.