"May the Power protect you"
Adam Park had said those words many, many times. Adam had heard those words many times. In the 28 years since he took on his powers those words had given him courage in the face of great adversity. But he had never though...
Adam stops as Richie's mask slips, his body trembling and his eyes shining with barely held back tears. The Saturn ranger squeezes his eyes shut, trying desperately to hold his tears back as he lets Adam's arm go.
"Yo... Adam lo necesito... necesito a Ross, ¡no puedo hacer esto sin él!"
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Adam gritted his teeth, staring at the red morpher even not knowing Spanish, he'd been around Richie long enough to recognise what he was saying...he wanted to, he did...but-
"No. Go back to your team, now" Adam's voice held a quiet fury, barely contained.
Richie growled a bit in response, tears still in his eyes. He puts his helmet back on and teleports out. Adam glances back at the red morpher then puts it back in its spot.
Alpha stares at him.
"...Ai yai yai yai..."
"What!?" Adam demands, turning his gaze on the robot.
Alpha backs up a bit before stating firmly.
"Adam, don't lose your temper at me. I was just going to say that...what if Richie is right? Because, I've been around long enough to know what makes a good ranger and who is suited for the role or not. And most certainly Ross is suited for rangering, maybe even born for it" the robot replied "Whether you like it or not, the AIs are based on logic. If Mirror believes they need Ross to win then why not send him?"
"I'm not sending my son into a death match-"
"But you will send strangers"
"...It's different"
"Is it Adam?" Alpha asked "Just..."
"No Alpha!"
Ross inhaled slowly, he shouldn't - he knew how his father felt. He turns to leave the command centre quietly when he sees a familiar figure in front of him. Ross barely has the time to mouth the word 'you' before the figure nods.
Then the figure's eyes wander to peer behind Ross. The younger Park glances behind himself into the main area of the command centre, frowning. He...wants to.
He shot a look back to the figure who gave him another firm nod. Running his hand over the communicator on his wrist. Ross did the same, remembering his father's old communicator...
"Okay" he says firmly "...I will"
He turns on his heel and storms back towards his father.
"Abeoji!"
Adam turned his gaze on Ross.
"What is it?"
"...I want the morpher."
"No. We've discussed this already - do as I sa-"
"No! Dad, I don't care what you say, I'm 18 years old. I'm an adult, you trained me, Uncle Carlos Trained me! I know the risks and I'm more than capable of defending myself! And Richie is right, they need me!"
