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Unofficial Police (Time Trax/Power Rangers Time Force)
Title: Unofficial Police (Part 1)
Author: EstiRose
Fandom: Time Trax/Power Rangers Time Force
Summary: Two different police officers from different times investigate the source of a drug in Silver Hills.
Rating: 13+
Note: I started writing this far, far too long ago, and for some reason, every time I try to finish it I get blocked. So here's a rewrite/reimaging of the fic "Different Assignments, Same Idea".
Word Count (this part): 933
These are the journals of Darien Lambert, Captain, Fugitive Retrieval Unit, 2193.
My Captain and I had settled down in the city of Silver Hills on the trail of one of our few remaining fugitives. The city, known as Enclave 2490 in our own time, was a center of technology and commerce. But it was also plagued with the appearance of a drug known as RWCD, or popularly "Rhino", a stimulant with undesireable side effects, a drug that should have made its first appearance in the mid-21st century. My Captain had traced the appearance of the drug to this city, and we travelled there to find the perpetrator.
From my database, my Captain and I determined that the fugitive in question was Dr. Linndasa Wildski, a biologist and chemist wanted for illegal drug production in our own time; it would be simple for her to produce RWCD. While not considered as brilliant as Dr. Sahmbi, she was regarded well in her field before her arrest and conviction. My Captain and I had encountered her before, but failed to capture her. Therefore, we were determined to find her and return her to our own time.
My Captain had taken on the identity of Darien Hodge, a supposed private investigator. My Captain was aware of the requirements for Private Investigators in this time and place; therefore he was careful not to actually perform any of the duties as a person of that profession, other than to trace Dr. Wildski.
However, in attempting to trace the doctor, we ran across a rather... unusual... situation.
* * *
Trip walked through the neighborhood, which was not in one of the better parts of Silver Hills. He hoped his bicycle was all right, though as it probably could use a fresh coat of paint, maybe it would still be there. The business owner had been so grateful that he could fix the man's computer for cheap.
As he walked by a woman, he could see a greyish-bluish patch of skin just behind the ear. He frowned; he'd seen more than a few people that were like that. Her movements seemed slightly jerkish to him and he was tempted to bring out his scanning glasses for more information, but he didn't dare. He wondered what kind of drug it was that was causing it; unfortunately, his outfit and hair screamed 'geek' so it wasn't like people approached him much, except for maybe some change. Which he gave a little bit if he had it, but he rarely did.
He was tempted to go find out the source, but he knew that he had no legal authority in this era and he wasn't sure Jen would approve. He'd have to talk to her about it. But first he'd go home and see if he could find any illegal drugs in this era that would match the visible symptoms.
"Hey, Kid."
Trip looked up, startled. Did the man want change? He hoped not. He didn't have any to spare today.
"You look like you could use a pickup in your life. More energy."
Trip smiled. It figured that he would get something like this. Geek or no, somebody was obviously desperate.
"I know someone who could pep you right up," the man continued. "Want to come with me?"
"What kind of... pep up?" Trip asked. It could be anything from illegal drug sales to illegal sex sales to... maybe even legitimate things, but Trip couldn't imagine what they would be.
"Some stuff that'll bring you up to speed. Something that'll give you the energy of a rhino."
Drug sale. "I... I...."
"I've seen you around," the guy said. "You do odd jobs for the businesses around here."
Trip nodded.
"You could do more. Earn more money."
"I'm happy as I am," Trip said. "But... thank you."
The man shrugged, his moves slightly jerky. The aftermath of a drug habit? Trip could see the taletell skin, once the man turned. "Hey, if you change your mind... I'll be around."
He walked off, and Trip moved on, only to be stopped by one of the local business owners, Mrs. Lopez, who owned a panaderia. "Trip! It's good to see you. Would you like some bread?" She was smiling, but Trip could see the strain in her eyes.
"Yes, please." Mrs. Lopez made good bread, and he didn't mind parting with some money.
Trip followed her inside, and Mrs. Lopez slipped behind the counter, bringing out some of her fresh-baked bread. He was the only customer at the moment, he noted. "Stay away from him," she said quietly as she sliced him a piece. "He's bad news."
"I know." Trip reached into his pocket. Things would be slim... but a little bit of Mrs. Lopez's bread would make a nice addition to the stew that night.
"No, I can afford one slice of bread for you," Mrs. Lopez said, waving the money away. "I like you. You do a lot of good here."
Trip smiled. "I like this place," he said. None of the others - well, maybe Katie - fit in here. But he did. He liked the humans here. And despite everything, a lot of them were really nice.
Mrs. Lopez smiled back. "I like you," she said. "Don't talk to the wrong people. And eat." She motioned at the bread.
"I will. I promise." He looked at the bread. "This will help make lunch."
The owner gave him a pitying look. "Oh, you poor boy. Go, go. I'm sure you have other work to do."
And he did, so he went.
Author: EstiRose
Fandom: Time Trax/Power Rangers Time Force
Summary: Two different police officers from different times investigate the source of a drug in Silver Hills.
Rating: 13+
Note: I started writing this far, far too long ago, and for some reason, every time I try to finish it I get blocked. So here's a rewrite/reimaging of the fic "Different Assignments, Same Idea".
Word Count (this part): 933
These are the journals of Darien Lambert, Captain, Fugitive Retrieval Unit, 2193.
My Captain and I had settled down in the city of Silver Hills on the trail of one of our few remaining fugitives. The city, known as Enclave 2490 in our own time, was a center of technology and commerce. But it was also plagued with the appearance of a drug known as RWCD, or popularly "Rhino", a stimulant with undesireable side effects, a drug that should have made its first appearance in the mid-21st century. My Captain had traced the appearance of the drug to this city, and we travelled there to find the perpetrator.
From my database, my Captain and I determined that the fugitive in question was Dr. Linndasa Wildski, a biologist and chemist wanted for illegal drug production in our own time; it would be simple for her to produce RWCD. While not considered as brilliant as Dr. Sahmbi, she was regarded well in her field before her arrest and conviction. My Captain and I had encountered her before, but failed to capture her. Therefore, we were determined to find her and return her to our own time.
My Captain had taken on the identity of Darien Hodge, a supposed private investigator. My Captain was aware of the requirements for Private Investigators in this time and place; therefore he was careful not to actually perform any of the duties as a person of that profession, other than to trace Dr. Wildski.
However, in attempting to trace the doctor, we ran across a rather... unusual... situation.
* * *
Trip walked through the neighborhood, which was not in one of the better parts of Silver Hills. He hoped his bicycle was all right, though as it probably could use a fresh coat of paint, maybe it would still be there. The business owner had been so grateful that he could fix the man's computer for cheap.
As he walked by a woman, he could see a greyish-bluish patch of skin just behind the ear. He frowned; he'd seen more than a few people that were like that. Her movements seemed slightly jerkish to him and he was tempted to bring out his scanning glasses for more information, but he didn't dare. He wondered what kind of drug it was that was causing it; unfortunately, his outfit and hair screamed 'geek' so it wasn't like people approached him much, except for maybe some change. Which he gave a little bit if he had it, but he rarely did.
He was tempted to go find out the source, but he knew that he had no legal authority in this era and he wasn't sure Jen would approve. He'd have to talk to her about it. But first he'd go home and see if he could find any illegal drugs in this era that would match the visible symptoms.
"Hey, Kid."
Trip looked up, startled. Did the man want change? He hoped not. He didn't have any to spare today.
"You look like you could use a pickup in your life. More energy."
Trip smiled. It figured that he would get something like this. Geek or no, somebody was obviously desperate.
"I know someone who could pep you right up," the man continued. "Want to come with me?"
"What kind of... pep up?" Trip asked. It could be anything from illegal drug sales to illegal sex sales to... maybe even legitimate things, but Trip couldn't imagine what they would be.
"Some stuff that'll bring you up to speed. Something that'll give you the energy of a rhino."
Drug sale. "I... I...."
"I've seen you around," the guy said. "You do odd jobs for the businesses around here."
Trip nodded.
"You could do more. Earn more money."
"I'm happy as I am," Trip said. "But... thank you."
The man shrugged, his moves slightly jerky. The aftermath of a drug habit? Trip could see the taletell skin, once the man turned. "Hey, if you change your mind... I'll be around."
He walked off, and Trip moved on, only to be stopped by one of the local business owners, Mrs. Lopez, who owned a panaderia. "Trip! It's good to see you. Would you like some bread?" She was smiling, but Trip could see the strain in her eyes.
"Yes, please." Mrs. Lopez made good bread, and he didn't mind parting with some money.
Trip followed her inside, and Mrs. Lopez slipped behind the counter, bringing out some of her fresh-baked bread. He was the only customer at the moment, he noted. "Stay away from him," she said quietly as she sliced him a piece. "He's bad news."
"I know." Trip reached into his pocket. Things would be slim... but a little bit of Mrs. Lopez's bread would make a nice addition to the stew that night.
"No, I can afford one slice of bread for you," Mrs. Lopez said, waving the money away. "I like you. You do a lot of good here."
Trip smiled. "I like this place," he said. None of the others - well, maybe Katie - fit in here. But he did. He liked the humans here. And despite everything, a lot of them were really nice.
Mrs. Lopez smiled back. "I like you," she said. "Don't talk to the wrong people. And eat." She motioned at the bread.
"I will. I promise." He looked at the bread. "This will help make lunch."
The owner gave him a pitying look. "Oh, you poor boy. Go, go. I'm sure you have other work to do."
And he did, so he went.
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