[AngelofChaos]

Note: Due to the time that it has taken to write this, it has been changed into two (or three) parter.

BTFD Rangers (Blazing Task Force Dragon Rangers)

Chapter Two: The Obsidian Festival Part 1
Written By: AngelofChaos

Opening Theme: Otherworld (Final Fantasy X)

Meanwhile, a young woman walked out of a green house with a tray full of Orchids in full bloom. Though her pink short sleeve cotton t-shirt and blue denim Capri pants were cover with natural soil, the young woman’s hair raven-brunette hair had remained in a tight ponytail. “Sofu! Sobo! I have finished transporting the Orchids into their new pots. Is there anything else that you wanted me to accomplish before heading down to the festival?” An elderly man walked from behind an old beat up truck, which apparently had not been use for years. “Excited are we, Usagi?” wiping the oil from his hands. Placing the tray down where they could get more sunlight, the young woman walked towards him shaking her head. “Sofu, that old antique will not run properly no matter how much you try restoring it.” receiving a slight amount of laughter from the elderly man. Prompting elbows onto the side of the hood, watch him examining the progress. “And this is coming from my mago-masume whom believes that dragons existed.”

A blushed crept across her fair skin “…demo, they must have existed. So many findings have yet to identify. I know that this seems far fetched, but what if at one point they did existed and lived coexisting with mankind?!” However, her words went unnoticed as her grandfather continued about his work. She stood there awhile longer, before heading towards the festival.
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A tall, yet athletic build young man with mildly tanned skin rested his back against the side of a darken alley. His jet-black hair went down to the base of his neck; his blue eyes were half-closed, as if everything passing by bored him. Lighting a cigarette in his mouth, the young man adjusted slightly before looking up towards the sky. He was not sure if it had been the effect of the nicotine or the puff of smoke omitted from his cigarette, just for a brief second thought that the small crack revealing the blue sky had changed to a crimson shade for a few seconds. With a mere shrug, the man turned towards the ground continuing minding to him.

“HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!!” a voice cried out towards the entrance of the valley. An elderly woman struggled to break free from her captive, watching helplessly as another rummage through her purse. The two muggers were dressed casual to be considering thugs, but members of a small gang. Though the woman’s plea for assistance, those passing by or stand watching had only shook their heads in disbelief feeling remorsefully for the elderly woman. In truth, they were frightened for the consequences of providing assistance. This section of the city had fell under siege of an underground mafia that not even the local police would get involved in situations like this. Rumors that even the police were pay by the organization to stay out of their affairs.

“Please….” the elderly woman closed her eyes, fighting back the tears. The one holding tightly onto her, snarled angrily and tighten his hold. “Shut the fuck up, lady! If your husband and you remember to pay when the money was due, then you wouldn’t be in this mess.” The captor replied before looking at his associate, “Well?” The second mugger’s back was facing the entrance of the alley. Turning the purse upside down, spilled the contents on the pavement. “Nothing! Some floss, lip-gloss, and few pennies.” he sighs heavily.

“You’re kidding!” The first man spat, “Is this your idea of a joke, lady?! IS IT?! WHERE’S THE MONEY!!!” The elderly woman was shaking violent fearing for her own life.

“W-w-we haven’t been able to find any employment, and with the increase on our….” The captor silences the woman with a hard smack across the face. From his location down in the alley, the figure hidden the shadows clenched his fist tightly and move towards the entrance. “What should we do?” The second man kicked the items scattered below their feet. The man holding the elderly woman thought long and hard until smiling darkly. “Do you really have to ask? Take her towards the back of the alley and show her what happens to those that crosses the Mavericks.”

The second man reached into his pocket retrieving a double-action revolver. It was that point a hand emerged from the darkness and drew the gunman into the alley. Everything was moving so quickly that the gunman barely registered what happen up until now and faced an all too familiar face. “C-c-ca….ugh!!!” his mouth was silence as the mysterious person clasp his hand tightly around the gunman’s face.

“This is what you’re going to do, so you better listen up. You are going to pick up the things you have scattered on the ground from that woman’s purse and put them back. Then your friend and you are going get the hell out of here now.” the figure slam the gunman up by his neck, against one of the walls. His eyes diverted towards the man’s gun. Grasping onto the gun used the handle to club the side of the gunman’s face before releasing him. The gunman spat out fits of blood before moving quickly now with a limp.

Standing towards the entrance of the alley, the captive shoved the elderly woman aside making his way in the direction his friend disappeared. “Zen? Zen?!” The man soon received his answer when the bruised and battered, Zen stumbled out of the darkness, motioning his friend to get away. “What happen to you, man?!”

“The same thing that will happen to you” a voice replied from the darken alley, “Now wise up and follow his example, Tyler.” The man immediately recognized the voice and help Zen stand up. “This isn’t over!” The two members of Mavericks moved with great haste. Still shaken up albeit the elderly woman gathered her belongings and moved away without thanking the unseen rescuer. This suited the figure within the alley just find and moved further into the darken alley, taking another puff from the lighted cigarette. A poster to his right side caught his attention.

“The Obsidian Festival is back” scratching underneath his chin albeit, “…Guess it worth to check it out.” Taking one more drag, discarded the butt of the cigarette onto the ground.
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Driving close to the Obsidian Festival, two friends were in midst of a conversation between fiction and non-fiction. Behind the driver’s steering wheel was a young man, not athletic but very well built. His long auburn hair tied back into a sleek ponytail, with tattoos on both his arms. “For the very last time, Tony!” the young man shifted the stick into second gear, “It is very possible that the fossils discovered in the past year may be dragon fossils and not dinosaurs. The Mummy, Dracula, Frankenstein are fictional and have no solid evidence behind them.” The passenger was about average athletic built, skin tone very tan and brunette hair with several blonde streaks. On both wrists, he wears black arm bands trim with goldenness yellow on both hands.

“Correction! Dracula was said to be based upon an actual person, whom did feast upon human blood, Andy” Tony smugly replied lifting one finger into the air. “Then if these fossils might be actual dragon fossils, who to say that the others don’t actually do not exist too?” Andy rolled his eyes for a brief moment, “Only you would say something so childish like that.”
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On the outskirts in a small flat house, a large family works outside repairing most of the damage from a midnight party gone bad. A stern fatherly figure stood watching the eight worked together in unison on the repairs.

“I thought you children knew better then this!” crossing his arms in annoyance. “It was lucky that we still have the materials needed in the shed. Now would anyone care to explain how this happen exactly?!” tapping a finger in annoyance.

“It was your fault!” One of the siblings spoke nudging another.
“My fault?! How in the world is it my fault?! It was his fault in the first place! He had invited a few…” The second pointed across the roof to another.
“Excuse me?! I had only invited one friend! One friend!” pointing a single finger in response the accused replied. “Not unlike SOMEONE else” his eyes shifted to the right.
The next accused missed the nail and brought the hammer down on his thumb. “OWWWWW!!!!” placed the bruise thumb into his mouth. “Wharf?! Wf! Fhaf oot….” taking a deep breath removed his thumb. “What?! No! That is not true! None of my friends could make it! Ask double trouble over there!” pointing two a set of twins whom shook there head.
“Do not place the blame on them, Jack! They had no idea about the party till arriving home from their tutoring session.” It was then the last of the siblings placed down the building materials to climb down the ladder. Compared to the others this individual was a bit small with short brunette hair and athletic built. “It wasn’t their fault, father.” the child had spoken up, “I will be more then glad to accept the punishment in their behalf” This caused the accusing siblings to hush in silence and look down below awaiting the final say from their father.

“Dice, I thought that we’ve discussed the rules about holding any type of parties here. Refresh my memory, but what are the rules” The father, sighed heavily.
“Rule number one, any parties held must have your approval. Under any circumstances are parties to take place without this consent. Rule number two, only one guest per family member permitted unless it is their birthday by the requester. Rule number three, the requester is then responsible keeping the number of guests to a minimum.” Dice listed the rules using her right hand, while their father nodded his head. “And the most important rule?”

“That any mess or damage made must be taken care by the one responsible for holding the party within the first place” Dice finished. With a heartfelt smile, he smiled resting a hand upon Dice’s shoulder. “If this was brought to my attention sooner, then your brothers would not be caught up in this mess. However, due today is the Obsidian Festival its best that you all work together. No point of one person missing the celebration, no?” he replied picking up a few planks. “I am not sure about you children, but I heard that the chili this year would be kickin’!” The attempt to speak like his children was a futile attempt by the expressions upon their faces.
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Located within a dimensional void overseeing Earth, a shadow outline of a woman watched an image played in the reflection of a pond directly in front of her. The image within the ripples of the water showed the inhabitants of the planet moving to and from places, helping one another, preparing for the festival etc. All scenes caused the woman to snarl in hatred, lifting a robed arm commanded the image to disperse. “It seems that the inhabitants of Earth have rebuilt since the year of the Crimson Sky. What a pity that it must be destroyed once more.” reciting a small amount of laughter, “Now with the Earth’s defense no longer in place, it is the best time to strike. GENKI!!!!!” The woman’s voice boom throughout the hallow throne room.

As if to respond to the summoning, massive amounts of ebony black smoke filled the room moving into one spot located within the room. The smoke began to take on shape of a small girl, no more barely ten or twelve years of age. “Yes, my mistress?” the child-like figure kneels down in front of the woman, “What is it that you require of me?” The woman smiled darkly upon the child “As a matter-of-fact there is something that I do require from you. Have you’ve sent the Dragonites down towards Earth yet?”

“Yes! They have already been sent and should have taken on human forms at this time, currently waiting for your orders.” the child replied. The dark woman nod her head silently appeased with this information. “Good! Then have them attack once the opening ceremony begins.” The small child bowed before exiting in the same manner that she had entered. “Soon….very soon, that world will be mine”
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Meanwhile, unseen by the visible eye, a mysterious figure slowly walks down of what appears to be a regal palace decorated with crystallized floors, doors, thresholds, support pillars/beams, ceiling and windows. Chiseled into the walls of the palace-like interior were dragons, each similar to the next with the color gemstone orbs that the held within their claws. Descending further within the figure entered an elaborate room decorated the same manner as the passageways. In the center of the room, a pentagram of a dragon engraved on the floor with five marble pillars. Each pillar had an enormous color orb with the base, resembling a sleeping dragon. Crossing the threshold, another pillar emerges from the center of the pentagram with a single crystal orb that changed colors before becoming clear once more.

Images of the landscape overlap one another until focusing upon the Obsidian. Watching closely the figure became very disturb as innocent civilians moved around not noticing creatures known as Dragonites, were walking amongst them in disguised. The Orb revealed the truth of their nature, and it was quite clear that the dark force was about to let itself finally be known to the massive. Within the hollow room, a mighty roar echoed throughout the palace reaching the figure.

“Ah! You’ve noticed it too, eh?” The figure then questioned, only to receive another response by the unseen creature. “Then its time….”

As if to respond to the figure, from the five thresholds facing the pillars loud footsteps heard approaching. Though hidden in the shadows of the thresholds, the figure nod his head greeting them in respect turning his attention on the crystal orb. “It is pointless to tell you, that the evil force has now return and apparently been biding its time until now. I have reason to believe…..” A roar then interrupted the figure conversation correcting him, “….right! Quite right indeed my friend. The Red Dragon of Justice and myself have reason to believe that they are now about to make their move, which is why you have been all summoned. It is time that you…hm?!” The five orbs in front of the dragons hidden in shadow glow brightly; revealing five selected individuals for a brief second, “It appears that you’ve already chosen. Very well, but let our enemy make the first move. A very unorthodox method, but it will help strengthen and prepare them for what’s to come.”

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The Obsidian Festival had been finished setting and now was open to the public. The aroma intoxicating of barbecue, cotton and other tempting sweets filled the air with the sound of attractions throughout the festival grounds. Standing amongst those gathered at the front gates, Usagi waited patiently until the gates had been open to the public. Allowing others to enter first, Usagi took time to familiarize her with the layout of this year’s festival and planning what to see or do first.

Unable to decide what to do first, she walked over to a nearby lemonade stand and purchased a bottle of fresh squeezed lemonade to beat the heat. “This is wonderful! It’s a shame that sofu and sobo decided not to attend this year’s festival” she sighed heavily placing the cup against her lips once more. Her eyes darted around picking up the debate what or where to go first. It was then something unusual walk past the maintainers workers. From the distance the figure look vaguely like a humanoid lizard, but after Usagi rubbed her eyes in disbelief the humanoid lizard was no longer in sight. “Nani?! What was…..” she paused for a moment “Was that one of the workers dressed up in a lizard costume?! No….I thought that thing had opened its mouth for a second bearing its teeth….” Shaking her head, Usagi regain her senses and look at the lemonade sign and then the cup within her hand “Did I order hard lemonade instead?!” Unsure, she shrugged her shoulders, tossing the empty cup within the garbage next to the stand and continued to roam throughout the grounds.

Ending Theme: Reckless Fire (S-Cry-Ed)

Next Chapter: The Obsidian Festival Part Two -

As the Obsidian Festival continues, trouble slowly starts to surface and wreak havoc. Who is the mysterious woman? Who is the second mysterious figure whom speaks to unseen creatures? What are these creatures? And most importantly what does this have to tie with the five individuals? The answers to this and more lies in the next chapter.

*Note: Those whom do not know what hard lemonade is exactly, its lemonade with alochol in it*