Chapter 3- Lamenting and Contemplating

Mesogog was not in a happy mood.

He was seething to himself as he saw a replay of the five Dino Thunder Rangers eliminate yet another of his creations. This time with all of them combining their weapons into the Z-Rex blaster.

“No more!” Mesogog snarled angrily. “No more!” He then shot a stream of energy from his forehead at the viewscreen but just as the stream was about to hit the screen, it then shot up towards the ceiling.

Mesogog looked surprised for a moment, but then when he saw his most trusted assistant standing by the viewscreen, holding up her sword, along with the White Ranger clone flanking her, he then sighed bitterly.

“With all due respect, Lord Mesogog, don’t you think we should not risk destroying anymore equipment than what has already been lost?” Elsa asked nonchalantly, referring to the experiments Trent had supposedly destroyed a month ago.

“As far as I’m concerned, that viewscreen is more of a hindrance than it is help.” Mesogog replied. “The sight of those Rangers destroying experiment after experiment, with the strength of not three, not four, but FIVE, is driving me…Insane!!!”

“Then perhaps it might be time to take things up a notch.” Elsa suggested.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, seeing as how those Rangers have raised their stakes and made their forces stronger (What with the White Ranger siding with them, the Red Ranger obtaining Triassic powers, and now upgrading those powers to Battilized mode), I see no reason why we couldn’t do the same.”

Mesogog’s eyes narrowed. “Go on.”

“Instead of just doing random attacks on random people, what we should do is be a little more specific this time. Go after individuals that may be associated with those Rangers in some way. It will draw them out of course, but they might hesitate and may think twice before they make their move.” Elsa said.

“Thus giving us the advantage.” The White Ranger clone concluded.

“Hmmm. An interesting plan, Elsa. However, I am not convinced.” Mesogog replied.

“Fear not, master. For I have created the creature that will most surely get the job done.” Elsa replied. She then walked over to the geno-randomizer’s control panel and began pushing buttons with the Ranger clone helping her. Instantly there was a soft electrical hum and steam began to erupt from within the geno-randomizer. The doors then opened and out stepped an imposing creature.

It was mostly black and light gray all over, with a head that looked like that of a falcon but it also had the jaw of a panther. It’s torso looked humanoid, but the differences were in its feet and hands. It’s hands were giant claws that resembled scythes. In addition, its feet looked like giant talons that made light scratching noises as it walked. To top it off, there was also long emerald wings that were folded along its back and a cat’s tail at the end.

“My lord, may I introduce to you…Felectro Falclaws.” Elsa said.

“I await your command, my lord.” The creature spoke.

“Well, I must say, Elsa.” Mesogog said. “You may have outdone yourself this time, but I will reserve my judgement until I have seen results.”

“And results you will receive, my master.” Elsa replied coolly.

“All that’s left now is to find who will be the unfortunate ones to be held hostage.” The White Ranger clone chuckled.

Mesogog then rose from his chair and walked towards the control panel.

“Master?” Elsa asked.

Mesogog looked at Elsa and smirked, “Although I did not have this plan in mind, I suprisingly thought ahead when you mentioned ‘people associated with the Rangers’.” He then walked over to the control panel and pushed some buttons, then an image of Cassidy and Devin appeared on the screen.

“It seems Elsa, that we may have our candidates already.” He snarled wickedly.