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Amy goes home with a co-worker from a staff party which is Cyborg Injector--the
Impregnator which has been causing an epidemic of miscarriages, from non-human
fetuses.  Is Amy Next???  In Episode #19, "In Too Deep"

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Artist Bros. Enterprises presents . . .

                        GALAXY TASK FORCE ASTRO RANGER
                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  Starring...

         Sheratan Kasei, a.k.a., Dave Marcello.  MarsAstro!

         Australis Mokusei, a.k.a., Will Richards.  JupiterAstro!

         Messuta Suisei, a.k.a., Ron Michaeli.  MercuryAstro!

         Lotia Kinsei, a.k.a., Amy Leven.  VenusAstro!

         Nashiran Dosei, a.k.a., Tom Nevison.  SaturnAstro!

  and... Commander Leto, a.k.a., Dr. Aaron Hanson.

  Featuring...

         Detective Frank Mahoney and Detective Kathy Sanchez.

 with... Captain Tony Fleishman.



  ACT I:

     In Downtown Los Angeles that morning, citizens and officers walked in and
out of Parker Center--L.A.P.D. Headquarters while inside, Kathy and Frank were
just leaving their office.  While Frank put on his coat to get ready to leave
for lunch, Kathy was still reading the newspaper, disturbed about the article
in the Metro Section.
  "What's so interesting on Page B5, Kathy?" Frank asked.  "I thought you'd be
more anxious to join me in getting lunch considering how you didn't get a
chance to have breakfast."
  Kathy continued to scan over the text with her eyes.  "A series of
miscarrages.  Doctors all over the state of California are baffled by the
nature of this epidemic like crisis."
  Frank sat down again.  "Fetuses die within their mothers all the time, how
come this is so unusual?"
  "Well, according to this article, the report says that some of the mothers
were tested and found no indications that they were not virgins.  In some
cases, their hymen were intact."
  "What??" Frank said.  "Pregnant virgins?  How is whatever this is doing this,
doing it?"
  "Perhaps through artificial insemination.  It certainly isn't through the old
fasion way, that's for sure," Kathy answered.  "Accounts from the women who
almost died say they do not remember anything.  They just were very sick one
day, went to a doctor and discovered they were pregnant.  And the baby was
growing every week as if a month had passed."
  "I wonder if it's that drug that guys at bars have been using at work again.
You know, the one they've used to gain unlawful carnel knowledge of these women
at work again?" Frank asked.
  "That'd be a good think to check for but that would have turned up in this
report," Kathy said.  "But do you want to know what the weirdest part about
this entire story is?"
  "What's that?"
  "Many of the women almost died because the baby left the womb without giving
birth to them naturally."


                                  Episode 19:
                                 "In Too Deep"

     Pluto orbited in the far out reaches of Earth's solar system while
underground, the Nazitans maintained their outpost.  Inside of their oval brown
chamber, torches were mounted on the stone walls.  The rear of the chamber was
occupied by stairs leading to Adol the Great, sitting in his throne before the
crystal ball atop a pedestal.
  "Adol, I announce the production of several more powerful Armiton Soldiers
about to hatch at the station orbiting Uranus," Pleadia reported.  "Cyborg
Injector has been successful in using female homo sapiens to facilitate this."
  "Very impressive, Pleadia.  How are the Armiton Soldiers superior?"
  "Having the speed and adaptive qualities of the human nerual network and
synaptic activity will make our purely machine-driven Armitons more flexiable
in their combat skills," Pleadia said.  "They will present higher security for
any Cyborgs in the future because of this."
  "My appologies for the interruption, I wish to report that Cyborg Injector
has now reached Los Angeles, shall we dispatch this Armiton Soldiers into
stand-by mode on Earth now?" Igan asked.  "It might be useful in protecting it
against the Astrorangers."
  "No--we do not wish to run the risk the Astrorangers will somehow discover
their presence and go on the defensive," Adol said.  "Besides, the Armitons
have yet to hatch."
  "Currently, the Astrorangers will have no way of detecting our cyborg is on
Earth considering it is modified version of Cyborg Morpher equiped to perform
the specific task of impregnating human females," Pleadia added.
  "For your sake, I hope you're right," Adol said.

     That evening in Beverly Hills at the Talent Agency where Amy Leven worked,
she and her friends were in their lobby as a celebration progressed. Since this
was a party, she was not in her usual skirt ensamble but pink stretch pants and
body suit with a white vest on.  This staff celebration was in honor of an
actor with their agency being signed on to star in a feature film role.
  Lori, a co-worker, walked over to Amy and tried to talk through the loud
music.  "It's amazing that a new agency like this would have new talent signed
so quickly!"
  Amy nodded and sipped from her Club Soda.  "Well, it was was founded by
agents who used to belong to other agencies."
  Lori strained to hear her.  "What!?"
  "I said--since this agency was founded by agents who've been in the business
for several years, their experience probably led them to discover actors and
actresses with something that the industry is looking for!" Amy told her.
  "Yeah, you're probably right about that!" Lori said.  "Oh, this is my
favorite song!  Talk to you later, Amy!"
  "Bye!" Amy said while waving.  She walked over to them smiling while
finishing her drink.  Innocently, she wondered why Will was still dressed in
his suit.  "So, guys, what do you think of my peers?  Not too much like
Television are they?"
   "Actually, they're nothing like what you'd see on T.V.," Will said.  "In any
case, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."  Dave wondered why Will would say
something like that.  Tom in a black dress shirt and shoes with black slacks
was motionless as he noticed the pop music was rather void of content.  "This
is pathetic."
  "Well anyway, thanks you guys for coming, I wanted you guys to see me in my
big moment," Amy grinned.  "Afterall, how many times do you get to be a big
deal in a totally different world?"
  Amy looked at Ron in a white T-Shirt and jeans and put her drink down on the
punch table they were standing beside.  "So, Ron, you want to dance?"
  Ron grinned.  "As soon as I learn how, I'll let you know."
  "Oh come on--you'll never learn if you never do it.  Ah, nevermind," Amy
said.  Looking over at Dave in a red sweatshirt and gray slacks, she walked
over to him and grabbed his wrists.  "How's about you, Dave?"
  Dave frowned.  "I don't like the music here..."
  Tom chuckled.  "(Amen to that.)"
  "Well, we can make a request for a different song," Amy said.
  "Actually, it's just that I'm rather uncomfortable.  I came because you asked
but I really can't see the appeal."  Amy was going to ask what he meant but she
could detect he was implying he doesn't understand why she'd be interested in a
social gathering with humans.
  "Well, anyhow, I'm gonna go see if they've got something I can drink up there
other than punch and club soda," Amy said.
  "Okay, seeya in a little bit, Amy," Ron said munching on prezals.  "Bleah,
anybody got any water??"

     In Ventura at the Ventura County Hospital.  A pediatrician looked at
x-rays and the nurse, holding a clip board, looked at him looking for a
reaction.  He was too confused to speak when the Nurse put her pen away and
held the clipboard closer to herself.  "Doctor Livingston, what do you see?"
  "Nurse Fisher, these charts show that the fetus contained in over 60% of its
body metal," he said when finally turning to look at her.  "Nurse, what did the
autopsy show?"
  "Organic parts of its body were somehow wired with fiber to what looked to be
electronic components of some type," Nurse Fisher began to read from her
clipboard.  "The coroner believes that the mother's body rejected the baby and
both began to die so during the emergency c-section, the baby was removed so
the mother could survive."
  "Have those electronics checked with a Geiger counter," Dr. Livingston told
her.  "If it's radioactive, that would certainly cause problems such as this
unusual mutation within the boy."
  "What I want to know is how did metal get into all of these babies in the
first place," she said then walking away.
  Dr. Livingston frowned.  "I wish I knew, Fisher."  The nurse left while he
continued to still study the X-Rays with extreme concern.

     At the celebration at the Talent Agency in Beverly Hills where Amy worked,
a well groomed man with a trimmed moustache approached Amy who was standing
around eating trail mix.  He grabbed a hand full of trail mix himself and then
looked at her.  "Hi, Amy--you probably don't remember me, I was hired a few
weeks ago?"
  Amy nodded and smiled.  "No, I remember you.  You're our new PR guy--Mr.
Palmer, right?"
  "Yeah!  That's right," he replied.  "So, are you enjoying yourself?"
  "Well, it's good to be having fun for a change.  Things have been so serious
here lately," Amy said.
  He nodded actively.  "Especially with all of the violence from these
space-aged guys running around blowing up stuff.  So, how long have you been
working here?"
  "Oh, since I moved to L.A. in February," she said while munching trail mix.
  Palmer nodded with a smile.  "Oh, where are you from?"
  Amy searched her mind while her eyes rolled.  "France."
  "France??" he said with a slight grin.
  "Well, I lived in Paris for a little while, I'm originally from Cleveland,"
Amy corrected.  "Um, my origin is--all over the place!  Hehe," she chuckled.
  "C'est ok.  Toute femmes sont aussi charmantes quand elles viennent du pays
de l'amour," he said while smiling.  "Meme si c'est pendant une courte
periode."
  Amy's smiled and lifted her eyebrow.  "Merci!  Parle tu Francais?!"
  "Yes, I know French because, my mother was from Canada," Mr. Palmer answered.
"Forgive me if this might seem offensive but I can't make out your nationality.
You're very pretty but in a way I have never seen before--you don't look
European, Asian or anything I've ever seen."
  Amy laughed a little.  "That's quite all right, I suppose I had mixed
heritage."  Amy felt strangely compelled by his statement.
  "So, Amy, how are you enjoying the city of angels?" he asked.
  "I haven't been here long enough to have a good opinion but this place isn't
as bad as they make it seem like in the movies."
  Mr. Palmer laughed.  "Those always bust me up.  There hasn't been any action
like what they've got in films until those Astrorangers showed up."
  "How long have you been in the city, Mr. Palmer?" Amy asked.
  "All my life, I'd say.  This city has been a totally different thing from
decade from another another, and I'd say I've experienced three of them."
  "Be happy, you managed to miss the 60s!" Amy said.  Palmer laughed again.
Amy sensed a great deal of self-confidence from the man which she reasoned is
how anyone could stand to be in sales and face so much rejection.  The music
was faded into a song by Hootie and The Blowfish and Amy began to move
unconsciously with it.  Mr. Palmer enjoyed it to and looked at her.  "Say, Amy
would you like to dance?"
  "Thanks for asking.  I sure would, I've been waiting," Amy said with a smile.
Without reason, she wanted to be friendly with the man even though she had no
feelings to accompany this will.
  Tom was standing near a man who was playing the CDs and looked at his
selection.  "Yeah, but I could've sworn this is the same song by the
Wallflowers."
  "No, these guys are the Gin Blossoms and the song before it was The
Rembrandts," the party DJ replied.
  Ron came up behind Tom who was shaking his head frowning.  "Hey, Tom, come
here a minute."
  "Yeah okay," Tom said walking away.  Ron looked back at the guy running the
CDs and then at Tom.  "Say, what we're you doing with that guy?"
  "Trying to see if they've got music that doesn't sound like different
versions of the same song," Tom said looking at the DJ.  "What's going on?"
  "Check your GeneGem lately?" Ron asked.
  Tom shook his head.  "Not really, no reason to, here.  Why?"
  "Well, when that guy walked passed me to get to Amy--I was just about blinded
by my diamond flashing," Ron said while they both looked at Amy dancing with
Mr. Palmer.  "It was livid when he walked by, check yours."
  Tom looked at his and it was glowing purple.  "Hmm.  What do you make of it?"
  "I'm gonna watch this guy.  The GeneGem detects evil in even humans," Ron
said.  Tom nodded.  Meanwhile, Dave smacked on trail mix while he watch Amy
smiling while moving sensuously with the music and frowned even further.
     Outside, a vagabond is in back of the office building rumaging through a
dumpster looking for food when he moves over to the second BFI Dumpster and
lifted the lid.  He looked inside when his face was distorted with terror by
what he saw as he ran away screaming--leaving his shopping cart of cans and
clothes behind.  Inside of the dumpster was the original head of Mr. Palmer
while the forehead was gouged out leaving his skull empty.

     At the Nazitan Underground Outpost in Pluto, Pleadia was within his
workshop at his console monitoring the cyborg's progress as a picture of Amy
appeared within the 3-dimensional holographic display projected by the circular
platform at his workstation.  Pleadia frowned with displeasure as he tried to
activate a certain set of command repeatedly.
  "I don't understand it.  This human should have been impregnated by now, she
has been bombarded with at least 200 attempts at injection!"
  "Perhaps you are doing it wrong?" Igan asked.
  Pleadia turned around and stood up.  "Look at these notes.  Cyborg Injector
breaks up the content of the material it is trying to inject on a molecular
level and shoots it into the body with its eyes," Pleadia said.  "So far, each
and every attempt fails because the molecular structure ``forgets'' how to come
back together again, like programmed, and just falls apart on entry."
  "Pleadia, the only way you're going to get this one is if you go the old
fasion way," Igan said.
  "Yes, but why waste so much time on one human when there..." suddenly a tone
emitted from his workstation and Pleadia resumed it.  Igan followed.
  "Well, this is very interesting.  It seems like five different versions of
that energy signature that we obtained a little while ago is surrounding Cyborg
Injector right now," Pleadia said.  "Which is weird 'cause the Astrorangers
aren't there--obviously."
  "What are we waiting for, let's find out who they are and track them down!"
  Pleadia continued to type.  "We wouldn't even begin to know where to look."
He read information on his console carefully.  "I think we should get this
cyborg out of here and corner just this one human.  Risking an encounter with
the Astrorangers would result in instant extermination of Injector."
  "How are you going to remove the cyborg from this situation and bring her
with itself?" Igan asked.
  "I'll have Cyborg Injector search the social memory of the human it took over
to assume this form to get her out of this area," Pleadia answered while giving
commands.  "Most preferably leading to both arriving at the original human's
residence.  Here, Injector can accomplish both tasks at once."
  "And implant the Armiton FastGrow embrio in her," Igan said.
  "Exactly," Pleadia replied while looking at Amy through the eyes of Cyborg
Injector posing as Mr. Palmer.


 ACT II:

     At the celebration at the Talent Agency in Beverly Hills where Amy worked,
Tom walked back to the stereo system where the man who was running the CDs was.
He pulled out a cassette while he listened to the current song.  ``Not more of
this crap again.''  Sighing, Tom frowned and shook his head some more.  "Man...
Move over."
  "What?  What are you doing?"
  "Gonna play something with a beat, if that's at all possible," Tom said
pushing the eject button to put in the cassette.  "This guy's instrumentals are
very good."  Closing the deck door, he pushed play while stoping ejecting the
carousel in the CD player.  "Ron bought the tape for me.  Lucky for this
party--I had it in my truck."  The music started playing on the speakers.
"What's this song called?" asked the DJ.
  "Show No Mercy," Tom said reading the CD case.
  Amy stood with her co-worker and listened to him talk.  His voice was so
resonating, it began to echo into a mezmorizing sound.  She didn't and couldn't
pay any attention to his words as she was strangely too taken away by the
sound.
  "Amy?" he asked after having asked her a question.  "Did you hear me?"
  Amy blinked and shook her head. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr..."
  "Please, my first name is Richard--but my friends call me Dick...  Listen, we
need to get out of here.  It's hard to talk with the music and the talking."
  "Yeah, I agree, let me tell the others," she said while looking around.  Amy
didn't search very hard when she shook her head.  "Well, they've got my pager
number."
  Dick smiled.  "Great, in that case lets go."  They both walked out of the
doors leading to the main parking lot.  Meanwhile, Ron looked to his left and
then to his right then approaching Will on a fold-out chair.  Will yawned and
then checked his watch when Ron looked at him.
  "Hey Will, you see Amy?"
  "Uh, I saw Dave get a fever of 102 when he watched her dance with some guy,"
Will said.  "I think he was pissed off that one of our own is interacting with
``them'' -- really ironic cause prejudice is what makes humans inferior to
where we come from."
  Ron nodded always enjoying Will's philosphical commentary.  "Anyway, I'm
wondering where she went because my ring stopped flashing since I lost track of
her and Mr. Palmer."
  "Who's that?"
  "I overheard that..."  Ron stopped, noticing Will's expression of disbelief.
  "Okay, I was eavesdropping.  The man is her co-worker, or so it would appear.
I tried to get some mental signals from him and he was a dead as a doornail."
  "What?  How come he looks perfectly human like?" Will asked.  "His social
skills are not out of the ordinary."
  "Yeah, I know--that's what I don't understand.  Anyway, it's like an endless
loop as far as internal mental processes go.  I don't know--it's hard to
explain," Ron said.  "Anyway, if you don't mind, I'm gonna check out and try
and find her.  Just to make sure she's going to be okay."
  "Okay, but remember she take care of herself and if she's ever in trouble,
Amy will be perfectly capable of handling the trouble on her own," Will said.
  "Yeah, you're right.  But be sure to tell Dave--I'm still gonna find out why
Mr. Palmer is so strange," Ron said while looking then leaning closer to talk
more silently, "Setting off my ring, not being able to read his mind and things
like that."
  Will nodded.  "Right, will do."  Dave walked up to Will as Ron was leaving.
  "Hey, where's Tom?  I say we go home since I can't find Amy anywhere," Dave
said.
  "Ron wanted me to tell you that he left to find Amy.  I think she left with
her co-worker Richard Palmer," Will said.  "Tom is over there making sure the
DJ doesn't play any bad music."  Dave cracked a smile and chuckled.
  Will got up and pulled out his keys.  "Anyway, I'll get the van ready to go
just as soon as you can get Tom."
  Dave nodded.  "Yeah okay, we'll meet you out front."

     At an apartment building that was at least 10 stories tall, Amy patted her
purse while standing at the front door of one of the apartments while the one
who drove her there proceeded to lock the doors and move towards the kitchen.
  "Can I get you anything?" Dick asked.
  "No thanks!" Amy replied politely.  She knew that if she had anymore to drink
that night, mostly from rinsing her mouth of trail mix, her bladder would
burst.  He entered the bedroom while taking off his coat and dress shoes.
Meanwhile Amy looked around while wandering towards the couch to sit down.
"This place is rather tidy."
  Dick walked back into the living room and ejected a tape from VCR.  "That's
only because I haven't moved all my stuff in yet."  He paused for a while.
"Well, that's not entirely true; it's just that with not a whole lot more than
just kitchen stuff, not too much can be strewn all over the place.  I'm just
thinking about just throwing out most of it."  Amy was bored and she didn't
know what to do here.  Being honest with herself, Amy came to the conclusion
the only reason why she went home with Dick is only because she didn't want to
be around Dave.  Before she could regret it, she looked at her ring and
wrinkled her forehead with confusion.
  "Well that isn't right."
  "Okay, well, I've still got movie's I rented from last night.  What do you
want to see?  There's..."
  "Mmm, I'm not in the mood to watch anything right now," Amy said.  
  "Well, okay..." he said.  He walked over to the stereo and grabbed some
smooth jazz from his miniature library of CDs.  Meanwhile, Amy had no idea that
her mood was being altered by her aura giving way to the energy attempting to
enter her body.  Her sense of logic was unable to intervene while the odd
reaction of this strange energy was stimulating her.  Amy barely could realize
what was happening to her to resist but she was at the mercy of her feelings
that were being remote controlled.  But by what? she wondered.  It grew
stronger with each passing, fleating thought as thoughts themselves nothing but
shadows as she attempted to make sense of any of them. Dick walked back over to
Amy and sat down beside her.
  "So, Amy, what would you like to do?" Amy looked at him, grabbed his head and
kissed him hard and long.  He put her hands on his hips while she moved closer
to kiss him repeatedly, pecking from his lips with hunger.  The combination of
her ambition and fever caused her to perspire upon her forehead.  Intuitively,
Dick pushed off Amy's vest over her bodysuit.  Amy kicked off her Hush Puppies
leaving her barefoot.  The soles of her feet were blushed, indicating a
Terranian's state of arousal.
  Dick started rubbing his right hand along from Amy's hip, along her flank and
rib towards her bosom.  While he caressed and massaged her, Amy pulled his
jeans apart at the button and zipper.
  "Hey, easy does it," he said.  "Woah--take it easy..."

     At the Nazitan Underground Outpost in Pluto, Pleadia was within his
workshop at his console watching Amy within the 3-dimensional holographic
display projected by the circular platform at his workstation.  He looked at an
LED-type display showing sequential green, yellow and red lights.  Pleadia
still thought Amy was human as his amazement over the levels peaking in the red
continued.
  "The level of power output from this human being is more than I'd ever seen
before!" Pleadia said.  "Perhaps this sort of activity brings this out of them.
This certainly gives me an idea for future cyborgs."
  Igan looked at Amy unbutton the clothes of Cyborg Injector pretending to be
Dick.  "How does the injection opportunity look?"
  "Still not good, all it's doing is just conflicting with the unusual
configuration of her aura," Pleadia told him.  "I think we're going to have to
wait until this human's advances result in the manual placement of our Armiton.
  "If we can get up to three in per human like the specs said, we could still
make the time consumed by this worth our while," Igan said.

     At his apartment, Dick watched as from Amy's point of view, she held out
and then dropped her bodysuit; on the carpet, the spandex fell on top of the
stretch pants laying there.  Walkings towards the bed in bikini breifs and bra,
she gazed upon him, laying on the bed and his rainbow colored boxer shorts,
being the only thing he wore.  Amy climbed on to the covers and started to
embrace Dick once more.  He kissed down Amy's neck as she let her head and hair
fall back allowing him to the room to reach her clavicle with his lips.  Their
breathing grew louder and faster between strong kisses as Amy lost any
remaining sense of thought.  She rolled over and he was on top of her.
     Meanwhile, on the 405 Freeway, Ron was on his motorcycle as he had zoomed
southbound through the traffic.  ``I must be getting close, I can sense Lotia's
mind nearing me.''  The overhead sign read: Sepulveda Blvd. 3/4 Mi.  Ron nodded
his helmeted head as he intended to take that exit off-ramp.
     Soft bed robe belts bonded Amy's hands together as they were tied to one
of the bars in the headboard above her head.  She grinned and resisted gently
against her bound hands while Dick kissed along her body.  Leaning back up
again, he massage her feet, thighs and caressed her stomach and ribs.  Amy's
eyes fell shut while perspiring which pasted her hair's bangs to her forehead
with sweat.  Dick came to her artifically implanted naval and kissed it gently
then leaning back up again with a very serious expression on his face.
  "The time has come," he said quite unexpectedly.  Her eyes popped open as she
watched the skin on his hands get pushed up by something growing underneith as
his cheeks and forehead had the same ridges rippling through his skin.  Amy's
eyes grew wide with fear as his body's flesh was torn through by the dark green
reptile like skin taking its place.  Before she knew it, the reptile skinned
android Cyborg Injector had pinned her ankles to the bed.
  Cyborg Injector looked at the curtains as they slammed shut.  Amy looked over
to her pink stoned GeneGem gold ring on the table glowing brilliantly and
wished she had it when then she wondered when she took it off and why?  Amy's
sense of reality returned to her while Cyborg Injector's right hand
shape-shifted and became a worm-like probe with vains pulsing through its
shaft.
  "Oh hell," she said.
     Ron's motorcycle made a hard right turn down a residential street with his
headlight guiding the path.  Suddenly Lotia's voice echoed loudly through his
mind.
  ``If you're close enough to hear me--help me!!''
  ``I hear you, Lotia,'' Ron responded.  ``I'm going to try and follow the
strength of your mind's output.''
  ``Hurry!  Please!'' she responded.  Ron took his right hand off the handle
bar and brought it up in front of himself.  "ChangeForm to MercuryAstro!"  Ron
put out his fist as his diamond GeneGem flashed.
  Overhead, MercuryAstro rode the White HydroCycle when it landed on the
roadway and sped down the street when it made a fast left turn.
     In Dick's apartment, Lotia was trying to pull her hands free from their
bindings however she was unable to summon the strength.  Cyborg Injector took
its left paw and, with its reptile-like claws, grabbed her briefs.  Lotia
gasped as she looked down while breathing deeply with nervousness.  She shook
her head urgently when Injector pulled its left arm up and Lotia gasped again.
From the cyborg's point of view, Amy's eyes followed its left paw holding the
white fabric as it had discarded it.
  MercuryAstro ran down the apartment building's hallway on that floor and
approached the last door on that floor.  He grabbed the door knob but it
wouldn't turn, he kept jerking it but it was still stuck.
  Inside of the apartment, the door was kicked down by MercuryAstro as it came
off its hinges.  He looked around when he saw Injector at the foot of a bed.
  "Help!!" Lotia screamed.
  "Don't worry, Lotia--help is on the way!!" MercuryAstro shouted as he ran in.
  Inside of the bedroom, he grabbed Injector's broad shoulders and pulled him
down off the bed.
  MercuryAstro jumped out of the way when Cyborg Injector stood up.  Injector
punched MercuryAstro which caused him to fall back against the closet door.
MercuryAstro ducked a second punch.  Injector turned around when MercuryAstro
punched at the cyborg.  It caught the punch, socked MercuryAstro in the gut and
clawed his uniform causing sparks to explode.  MercuryAstro stumbled around but
he managed to stay standing.
  All of a sudden, Cyborg Injector grabbed the white Astroranger in a bear-hug,
picked him and and then in one mighty thrust, threw MercuryAstro into the wall.
In the living room--the living room wall exploded with MercuryAstro's body
blasting through the wall knocking down a bookcase with the books flying out
everywhere.
  "Aw man--this thing is damn strong!!" MercuryAstro said trying to stand up.
"Uh oh..."  Cyborg Injector walked through massive hole in the wall kicking
away the debris left by the wall's destruction.  MercuryAstro stood up among
the rubble, drew his Lite Dagger and activated the blade with the push of a
button causing the light to formulate it.
  "Come on!" he said as Cyborg Injector changed his right arm back to having a
claw as they attacked one another.  The apartment manager walked towards the
room yelling obscenities.
  "This is perhaps the most ridiculous violation of disturbing the peace known
to man kind.  I am calling the police, and throwing you out of there, Mr.
Palmer!" he said upon arriving at the busted down door.  "DO I make my
self...oh my God, what is happening in here?!"  The manager looked at the hole
in the wall, the bound woman in the bedroom and the busted down door and ran
for his life.
  "Hermes Winged Ankles!" MercuryAstro said as he jumped up.  "Foot-Punches!"
In the air, he kicked Cyborg Injector's chest twice from each foot alternately
causing it to fall down and roll away.  MercuryAstro back flipped and assumed
his crescent arm-position.  Turning around he flipped his dagger upside down in
his hand.  "Head's up, Lotia!" he said then tossing it.  The bladded weapon
spun after her wrists as she moved her head out of the way.  Instantly, the
belt's were chopped, setting her hands free.  The ring on the nightstand was
swiped by Lotia's hand as she got out of bed.
  MercuryAstro was kicked back by Cyborg Injector's large foot when it turned
around and kicked him across the head.  MercuryAstro stumbled towards the
window when Cyborg Injector kicked the white Astroranger through the glass.
Lotia's eyes bulged as he watched MercuryAstro get kicked out of the window of
the high-rise apartment building they were in and shouted out, "Messuta!!!"
  Outside, the glass disintegrated as MercuryAstro came flying out of the 10th
story window in the night.
  "Galaxy Task Force Command: White HydroCycle!" he shouted.  On the street,
its headlight came on as its wings came down and extended.  The White
HydroCycle began to drive away when it took off.  MercuryAstro continued to
free-fall past window after window when he fell upon his motorcycle.  Hanging
off the seat, he pulled himself up onto the main body of his bike and then
boarded it.
  Meanwhile, Lotia pulled her leggings up to the small of her back despite the
lack of her bodysuit or briefs and picked up MercuryAstro's Moleculatom weapon.
Cyborg Injector returned startling her into gasping once again.  It came after
her and she brought up the weapon and pushed 'Fire' causing the yellow beam to
be quickly replaced by an electric blue beam of lightning-like electricity.
The laser-light like beam caused Cyborg Injector's face to explode with sparks.
  It stumbling around in the living room as Lotia followed it.  It's head was
smoking from the blast but it still didn't go down.
  "You're threw!" she said then running after it.  Cyborg Injector was kicked
in the stomach, then across the head.  Lotia shin-kicked it in the head again
but it managed to block the kick and swing its fist after her.  She ducked,
grabbed its arm when it attempted a second punch and knee-jabbed Injector in
the stomach.  Lotia brought up her fist and then in one powerful swing, she
launched her arm into Injector's face knocking him out of the window as well.
  Cyborg Injector fell from the same window that had been broken by
MercuryAstro.  Meanwhile, on the sidewalk, MercuryAstro got off his white
motorcycle and looked around.  "Well, this sucks," he said then looking up.
"Hey!  What in the.."  MercuryAstro jumped out of the way and rolled clear when
Injector's body plumeted into the pavement.
  "How'd that happen??" he asked himself when suddenly, Pink HydroCycle was
landing on the ground with Lotia on board.  She climbed off and walked up to
MercuryAstro.
  "Oh my goodness, you're still alive!" Lotia said while giving MercuryAstro
back his Moleculatom Blaster.
  "Well of course," MercuryAstro said as he turned his attention away from the
unconscious cyborg and looked at Lotia for a second while putting his weapon
away.  "Why aren't you..."
  "Don't ask.  Let's just say, I came this close to being cored like an apple."
  "D'eww," MercuryAstro said jerking his head back.  "What is this thing
anyway?  Where did it come from?"
  "This thing was pretending to be that guy I met at the party," Lotia said.
"Uh oh, he's coming to."  Cyborg Injector started moaning as it got up.
  "Looks like I gotta kill my date for the evening," Lotia said.  "ChangeForm!"
she said bringing up her right fist.  "AstroCharge!"  She thrusted her fist in
front of herself as the pink Zircon on the golden ring on her finger began to
glow brightly.  Within a flash of light, VenusAstro appeared and assumed her
attack position.
  Cyborg Injector was already running after the Astroranger battle team as they
broke poses and assumed their battle position before charging after the cyborg.
     VenusAstro blocked Cyborg Injector's paws attempting to claw her
with the Libra Scales position.  Injector turned aroun and spin-kicked
VenusAstro's arms away.  She was knocked into turninng around when the
cyborg jumped up and clawed her uniform as sparks blasted from the
strike thrusting her out into the street.
     Meanwhile, MercuryAstro performed a walk-over, double-kicking
Injector across the face.  Cyborg Injector blocked a high-kick from
the white Astroranger and roundhoused towards him.  MercuryAstro hit
the ground and rolled over.  He was still slashed by Injector's paw
forcing him to roll up against the curb.
  "You're goin' down, cyborg," VenusAstro said.  "I don't know where you came
from, what you think you were going to do to me and what you want but abusing
him and I is the last straw!" she declared while assuming her Libra Scales
battle pose.  "Sonic Boomerang!"  Putting out her right fist, a pink grid the
shape of her boomerang formed when, in a flash of light, her Sonic Boomerang
appeared within her hand.  Swinging it from side to side, she prepared for
Cyborg Injector's approach.
  MercuryAstro was punched into falling out and rolling away when it turned
around to attack VenusAstro.  Bringing up her boomerang, She slashed down and
across sparking off its tough skin.  Passing the smoking cyborg, VenusAstro
struck again but it turned around and kicked her weapon of aim and then clawed
her uniform causing sparks to explode from the blow.  She was knocked off her
feet and rolled over.
  "Celestial Weapon!" MercuryAstro shouted as a white grid the shape of his
staff formed.  "Power Staff!" commanded MercuryAstro when in a flash of light
he was armed with the lengthy staff.
  VenusAstro was kicked again as she flipped over and roll out in the street.
Cyborg Injector turned around and found its face smashed in by the metallic
sphere-end of MercuryAstro's PowerStaff.
  Injector flew out onto the street elsewhere and rolled up against the curb.
Meanwhile, MercuryAstro ran over to VenusAstro.  "Are you all right?"
  "I'm okay," VenusAstro said trying to stand.  "Come on, we should finish this
thing off before it really does some serious damage."
  "Yeah," MercuryAstro said.  "I'll go first."  He ran after the cyborg
twirling his staff.
     MercuryAstro swung his PowerStaff across Injector's face and then
back the other way again when he jousted into its abdomen.  He turned
around and busted its chest in with the weapon's shaft causing him to
fall down.
  MercuryAstro aimed his weapon again when Injector stood up and ran
after him.  Using both paws, the cyborg attempted to strike the white
Astroranger.  Insead, his claws made contact with the PowerStaff when
MercuryAstro kicked its shins causing him to flip over.  "He's all yours!"
VenusAstro nodded while bringing her weapon in front of her chest.
  VenusAstro held the center of her boomerang and brought her fists to its tips
causing it to glow pink with energy.
  "Sonic Boomerang Cosmic Slice!" she called out as she flung it into the air.
The spinning boomerang gained more speed and became glowing disc as it slices
through Cyborg Injector causing bright sparks to explode on contact.  The
boomerang returns to VenusAstro as she watched the Cyborg split in and
explode.
  Sirens were heard as police cars were coming down the street.  MercuryAstro
boarded his White HydroCycle while VenusAstro followed suit.  "Let's let them
figure out what happened," he said.  She nodded while starting up her pink
motorcycle.  Both of them drove away as the police braked to a stop at the
scene where the firey remains of Cyborg Injector layed in the street.

     The next afternoon--the doorbell sounded within the living room of the
Terranians' house.  Amy ran down the stairs in a towel after coming out of the
shower, being the only one home that day.  "Just a minute!"  She came up to the
front door and opened it to see a young woman holding a bag.  Next to her from
behind was a very old woman standing next to her from behind.  "Hello, we are
from the Watching Tower group and we were wondering if we could interest you in
a free copy of our quarterly newsmagazine called Awakened."
  "Ah, no thanks," Amy said just about to re-close the door.
  "Okay, well, let me ask you this," the woman said.  "Have things been going
well for you lately?  Or do you find yourself struggling for the answers to
why?"
  Amy looked confused.  "Why what?"
  "Why anything.  Why there must be famine in the world.  Why there must be
violence in our community," she said.  Amy wondered why the old woman remained
conspicuously silent while she preached.
  "Anyway, we would just like for you to hang on to this," the soliciting woman
said while giving her the magazine.                                           
  Amy smiled courteously and waved her hand.  "No thanks."
  "Well, we'd just like for you to keep it..."
  "You keep it," she said with negative amazement at their persistance.
  "Well, all right.  We thank you for your time," she said then walking away.
The door flew shut as Amy walked back up stairs.  Moments later, Tom walked
back in through the front door and Amy turned around to see him passing into
the living room.  "Oh, hi Tom."
  "Hi, Amy--hey, I heard about what happened on the phone from Ron last night,"
Tom said.  "Glad you made it out of their alive."
  "It was a pretty God-awful night," Amy said.  "I can tell you this much.  I'm
certainly not working _there_ anymore.  In fact I've already called up this
costume makers place and faxed them my resume."
  Tom chuckled.  "That would explain why you were home this afternoon to deal
with those zealots."
  Amy laughed.  "It's just one thing after another around here, isn't it?"


                                                           TO BE CONTINUED

Next week on Galaxy Task Force Astroranger. . .

Amy is invited by Beverly to hang out with her friend Sasha Castillo at the
mall where Sasha is attacked by Cyborg Jougo in Episode 20: "Vampire Attack".

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