Shift Steel: Rise of the Machines (S2)

"For fuck's sake!" Derek groaned, seeing more of the dysfunction that has plagued their team thus far. Between the botched attack pattern and him noticing that Amara was surprisingly inactive, he knew he had to work quickly to give aid and direct traffic.

The Silver Ranger began exchanging blows with the robotic ballerina, eventually landing a big dropkick to her back after using his Trinity Lance to launch himself up and over his foe. Even then, it was hard to fight at full strength, knowing that the others were having problems with basic communication.

Dancelur spun and kicked Derek in the back as he flipped over her, the bot starting to giggle. "Looks like you and your friends are uncoordinated again," she said.

Amara, deciding to hang back, aimed at Dancelur and fired her Sablaster several times, hitting the dancing bot in the back and shoulder. She took off, yelling when the bot threw her powder bomb and nearly hit her, jumping out of the way but getting a bit of the dust on her suit, trying to brush it away.

Dancelur threw two more powder bombs, Amara barely managing to dodge them before the Gold Ranger opened fire and hit the bot in the eye, sending it sliding backward. As Dancelur started to right herself, her body started to jerk and stutter. "NO!"

With Ballistae focusing on, the Pink Ranger goes into a sneak attack, circling around enough to shoulder tackle Ballistae and shift the trigger to fire the above instead.

Ballistae's rocket missed Cole's head by inches, Olivier's shoulder tackle enough to move the barrel. She staggered and turned, getting ready to fight the Pink Ranger herself when she heard Dancelur's yell. Turning her head, the Rocketeer shook her head and lifted off of the ground, moving to the other bot's side.

"This isn't over, Rangers!" Ballistae said, grabbing Dancelur and disappearing in a burst of metallic sparks.

Amara demorphed, seeing a burn on her arm from the powder bomb, shaking her arm out and wincing as she made her way down the bleachers. "The fuck was that?"

Olivier has her hands on her hips, growling out of frustration. Then she glares at Cole, Ken, and Jun. "Thanks a lot, boys." She says before she takes her leave.

Tifa, having taken the chance to shower and change into normal clothes, looked over as she swung her bag onto her shoulder. "Silver. What do you want?" she asked. "I'm about to leave. Considering those fuckin' bots just wrecked my shot at the title."

"I'm sorry about that. We didn't think they would crash the fight." Derek apologized, feeling bad about the fight being ruined. "I don't know what the future holds for a rematch but my friends and I can help you get your revenge if you come with me."

Tifa raised an eyebrow. "How? You expect me to suit up in spandex and use your fancy toys to rip that Bot's throat out?" she asked. She looked at Derek, realization setting in when he didn't say anything. "Are you fucking serious?"

"Very." Derek's demeanor visibly shifted to one of a more serious nature while also having a 'ah ha' moment with Tifa giving him the same grief he gave Jax when they brought him back. "You'll get a much more elegant speech later, but for now, at least hear us out."

"Very." Derek's demeanor visibly shifted to one of a more serious nature while also having a 'ah ha' moment with Tifa giving him the same grief he gave Jax when they brought him back. "You'll get a much more elegant speech later, but for now, at least hear us out."

Tifa sighed, looking at her phone. "I got a meeting at five. It's three. Y'all got two hours to convince me," she said.

Olivier sighs internally, thinking on what to make the solution. When she hears Derek, she uncrosses her arms and turns herself around to meet him and newly accompanied Tifa. "It's nice to finally meet you, Tifa. As you can see, this right here is a team of Power Rangers." Olivier smiles. "My name is Olivier."