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 Cycloptor was playing up to the crowd that had shown up, when he heard Black Ranger's taunts. "What. Did. You. Say. About. Cycloptor?" He enunciated slowly and loudly as the horde of maids and butlers started to rush him. "NO ONE SAYS THAT ABOUT CYCLOPTOR!!"<br/>
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 The monster was filled with rage and roared loudly, knocking the first part of the wave to the ground. Then he started wildly swinging his club, hitting maid after butler after maid. The average person was of course no match for your normal everyday monster, especially one that had cyclopean strength.<br/>
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 Camera crews were filming intensely, trying to get as much of the action as they could. Especially to get those ratings. These days, the Black Ranger fights could get you thousands of viewers easily.<br/>
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Black Ranger watched intently as numerous maids and butlers were sent blasting off into the sky. The cameras around them continued to capture the scene unfolding before them, Black could only imagine the memes that were going to be made of them. This was clearly not working... he had to try a different approach. It was time to use his <i>secret weapon</i>.<br/>
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 "Enough!" He raised his gloved hand. The remaining servants stopped in their tracks and swiftly retreated from the scene. What followed after was complete pin drop silence, only Black's footsteps could be heard.<br/>
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 Black slowly walked up to Cycloptor, his massive club dangling in front of him. The faux Power Ranger whipped out a piece of paper and handed it to the cyclops. "This is a blank check. Name your price and it's yours!"<br/>
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 Bribery: how things got done.<br/>
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Cycloptor was in mid swing when Black Ranger had raised his white gloved hand and said enough. He stopped his swing and merely watched in strange confusion as the maids and butlers retreated. Ah yes, they must be preparing for a counterattack. Wait, no. He thought as they completely left the scene in complete silence. All the camera crews were quiet as well, eager to see what was going to happen next.<br/>
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 And then it happened. He handed Cycloptor a blank check. This must be some sort of trick, right? He wasn't just offering him money to go away, was he? He took the piece of paper and looked it over. It looked real enough to him, possibly?<br/>
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 The cycloptic beast laughed a large belly laugh. "I'll take $10,000 then Black Ranger. And then this never happened." He placed his club back down at his side. "For a human, you aren't so bad at all." Another belly laugh as Cycloptor started to walk away to spend his newly found gotten gains.<br/>
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Black Ranger struck another pose as the cyclops stomped off with his payment. A butler reappeared by his side and wiped the sweat off of his suit.<br/>
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 Reporters all clamored around him, bombarding him with questions on his victory. Him not being smushed by the monster's club was probably the biggest plot twist since the climax of Sixth Sense; it was going to be sensationalized for the next few weeks.<br/>
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 "I have been training all my life for this moment," Black exclaimed into the microphone. "I only ask to be acknowledged as a Power Ranger in return, so I can continue to protect all of you! I request all my fans to reach out to the mayor and put in a good word for me!"<br/>
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 The internet was having a field day with the shocking turn of events.<br/>
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<b><u>The Prison</u></b><br/>
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The prisoners were pretty much given free run of the area while they were on outside time. Since it was one of the few times of the day that they got to stretch their legs and not be working on monotonous prison tasks. The Relics lingered in the background, but they did keep a generic watch. Though a few seemed to be distracted by The Black Ranger's antics that were being shown on the televisions for all to see. The antics of one rich manchild trying to pretend to be a Power Ranger was amusing to just about anyone and was one of the few fun tasks that had people, monsters and minions speculating about.<br/>
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Luna's guards sat nearby, but did not move when Brent arrived. He was just another prisoner. And as long as he didn't try to do anything towards or take Luna away from them, they would just sit and watch obediently as any other minion. Luna was an important part of factors in play for the ZOF, but she was a forced collaborator and as such was treated as a prisoner with slightly better benefits.<br/>
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The Warden arrived to survey the people. His name was Cobalt, a large blue lizard that smelled to high heaven and a mouth full of sharp, crinkly teeth. Feedback played momentarily from the speakers as he started to speak into a microphone. "Greetings Prisoners. It is another fine day under the Zentenium Occupation Force. Each and every one of you is a contributing member of society. IN a way at least. And before I hear any grumbling, just a reminder that you all have it much better than those forced to work in the camps. At least you all get three square meals a day and a roof over your heads." He chuckled at his own jokes. "I want to see you work even harder. We might be having a special visitor from up on high today. That is all."<br/>
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With that, Cobalt swished his tail, knocking a Relic over as he walked away back down the corridor.​</div>