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Heavy boots stomped quickly through the halls and into a bedroom. Feige's unconscious form was placed onto Gruumm's bed, carefully laying her head down as his rubies examined the burns on her skin and lifted her to prop her head onto the hard pillows. "Morgana! Go! Find a doctor who specializes in human anatomy! Now!" Crimson pierced the shadows after his head whipped around to the gothic woman, who donned her purple suit.

He watched her nod and sprint out of his room, thankfully to be left alone. Even though it was minutes ago, the sight still plagued his mind and the scream that he heard. During that time when he was down, he didn't notice the cube in time, but when he looked up he saw her fly after it. She saved him from a fatal blow since his shield went missing near the end of the battle. "You said you wouldn't interfere, but you jumped in anyway," Mumbling, he sat on the edge of the bed, next to her, and didn't remove his gaze from her closed eyes.

He knew she was unconscious but he still wanted to talk to her. "Why must you defy me?!" Straight from his spot he stood and turned to her, fists tight from anger. "Look where it got you!" Gruumm hollered, towered over her, and slammed his palms on either side of her head. That's when he noticed her faint breaths barely touching his mouth. He was too close but he didn't want to move, not when she wasn't aware of the proximity.

"Lord Gruumm, I located a professional on a distant planet! I'm off to retrieve him!" Morgana's voice boomed through the room, which made the bony beast jerk upright and away from the brunette.

"G- Good! Go!" Breathing heavily, he waved his hand at her and didn't bother to watch her leave. Leaning over, one arm was resting on a knee as he used the other one to cover his red rubies in embarrassment.

Seconds turned into minutes and an hour before he heard two pairs of feet enter his room. He was sitting on the bench at the end of the bed when his head looked up to see the doctor. "You!" A bit faster than he planned, he moved to him and yanked the alien close to his face. "Examine her and tell me if her condition is severe or not! If you don't-- I will vaporize you!" Through a harsh yell, he watched the male shake under his gaze and nod.

"Y -Yes, m- my Emperor! Of course!" The second he was released, Gruumm watched the male run to her side and lay down a white container.

With a click of a button, the container unfolded into a table and revealed various tools and ointments the Doctor could use. Two earbuds were put into the holes on his head while a metallic round plate the size of his palm was taken from the table.

The Emperor stepped quickly to the other side of the bed and watched him work. He saw him lift her shirt and run the metal plate all over her torso, the burns on her skin lingered where her heart was.

"S- She's alive, but barely! She went into a coma, so I'm going to need some IVs to keep her vitals healthy and she'll need to be checked on frequently. This device tells me how bad off someone is and what the main issue of their condition is. T- T- This woman here-- you told me she was badly electrocuted?" The alien doctor questioned when he sat up straighter and glanced at the Emperor, with a motion of his fingers toward Morgana.

"Yes! She grabbed an electromagnetic device of some sort and it electrocuted her!" Fury burned in his rubies, he wanted him to hurry up.

"W- What?! S- Sir with all due respect, no living creature could survive something that powerful!" His response diminished any kind of anger that was left in the Emperor at that moment, for he watched the Doctor hurry to his table and pick something up. "What is she? She's certainly not human, otherwise, that would've killed her," Again, he heard him speak.

A large screen scanned her when it was held above her. "A Cerebral," Gruumm answered with a shaky breath. This made the Doctor pause in his movement, slowly move his head to him, and stare for the longest time.

"I have worked on a Cerebral long time ago, m- my lord... They have very high immunity to elements, especially electricity! Their minds are powerful enough to handle it and their bodies naturally give it off. It's how they're able to have such incredible power, they harness so much energy in their bodies! To see another one in person is rare!" Delighted he sounded, to which Gruumm growled.

"What do you mean? Are you saying you experimented on one before or cared for one?" The Emperor questioned with a tilt of his head and was taken aback by the news.

"Y- Yes! I have, sir! The Cerebral I took care of was also electrocuted... Oddly enough. She was on another planet that had an SPD Station," The Doctor started and began to hook up IVs and a bag which he hung above her. "This Cerebral was powerful! When I was taking care of her, she had a baby with her and she begged me to send it to Earth somewhere. I asked her why and she told me that she was going to die. Some Commander was hunting her down and was trying to kill her. When I sent the baby away, I looked back at her and she was gone. The next thing I knew, she was rampaging through the streets of that planet and was tearing the SPD Station apart. She was probably trying to... Protect her... B- Baby," Very slowly, the Doctor came to a slow realization the closer he looked at Feige's face. "S- She's... The baby?" Quiet now, the Doctor took many steps back and had a loss of breath for a moment.

Everyone went silent. Gruumm walked closer to her and stared at her features before his rubies returned to the alien. "Commander Birdie! He killed her Mother? Then... What she said to me before..." The Emperor trailed off when he recalled the bloody memories he saw from Feige a while back. That day when she cried on his shoulder and accidentally shared her memories with him.

"She's not in critical condition, but she does need rest. Keep talking to her, do something that could cause a reaction, or bring music. Anything that she liked to do before could help bring her out of her coma," The Doctor was seen placing his belongings back onto the table and with a press of a button, it returned to its former state. "I will come back to check on her," With a respectful but hesitant bow, which Gruumm saw, the alien picked up the container and left the room.

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The next day, Gruumm spent half of the day watching the Rangers run about to find the Green Ranger. He dealt with Piggy's report but saw how quickly it took them to find their missing teammate. Now he was in his Private Chambers, pondering over recent events. All of the things he's done with her, up to now. How he made her laugh and how contagious it could get. The brownies she made from scratch that he secretly loved but didn't admit to it, even though he pretty much knew she was already aware.

Pacing back and forth, he remembered how her tears soaked his shoulder. When she spilled everything about her past and when she cried over his, hugging him around his neck. The restaurant moment, the chocolate, the sodas, how drunk he got and wasn't aware that he could get like that. Accidentally flirted with her in his human form while he was drunk. The time when she lunged and slipped out the other side of her cot and kicked his foot because he wouldn't stop laughing.

When he chased her through the halls, laughing and squealing because he ran at her like a bull toward a red cape. The tickle torture, the music they shared and the many times he made her cheeks flush despite his inhuman appearance. When he saved her countless times, heard her thoughts about him, texted each other, and watched her sing at Piggy's cafe'. Everything he's done with her thus far gnawed at the forefront of his mind.

You fancy this female... Don't you? As long as she does not hinder my plans... Our plans-- and gets in our way, she is of no concern. The raspy voice from Omni echoed through his mind and made the Emperor hold his head.

"She is our weapon! She has not distracted me from our goal! It isn't anything more than a ruse to gain her trust, so we could use her!" Backing up, he sat down in his chair and waited for it to speak again.

Good! Do not fail me! Again, it spoke, which Gruumm lowered his head in defeat and nodded. Are you aware... That there is a traitor somewhere? Questioned The Magnificence in the Emperor's mind.

"Yes. There is a betrayer in our midst-- but they will pay, dearly," He calmly stated and lifted his head.

Things are beginning to get out of hand, perhaps I should take the reigns? An angry hiss in Gruumm's mind came from Omni.

"No. I have things under control. There will be no more defeats, no more... Mistakes. I have stolen technology from the Rangers and will use it against them every chance I get," Explained the Emperor who tried his best to stay calm under the entity's disappointment.

Then bring forth warriors from a different realm! Skills from another world should suffice. Do it! Do it now! It cried out with its raspy voice.

"I do not need them yet... In time I will call upon them. And when I do, the Rangers will be destroyed!" A clenched fist rammed into a palm when he let out a bit of anger. "From within," he finished, looking up to a dim light above his otherwise dark and green room. "For you... Have the power. You-- are the only!" Crimson made his rubies glint until finally the hold Omni had on his mind, made him lose a breath he didn't realize he held.

Panting, head lowering and eyes returning to normal, he rubbed his skull. Feige... You claim that you'll get stronger. You said we could fight our fears together. The only fear I have is... The very thing that I'm forced to serve under. Long ago... I could have sought help to get The Magnificence away from me, to have it destroyed! But... I doubt anyone would've been able to. Not SPD, not any hero or other kinds of evil, would be able to take it down or hold it off. For a moment, he paused and rested his forehead in his palm. Feige-- I look forward to seeing what you can do, but I dread the day you meet it face to face. Fists clenched at the thought, for he felt bound by chains to Omni and the grip it had.

After a moment of silence, he left his Chambers and wandered back to his bedroom. He stared at her unconscious form, the IVs that were hooked up, and the information he received from the Doctor were quickly recalled. So that old Bird killed your real mother? If she learns of this she would be distraught! Killing her parents on Earth who weren't related to her and finding out that her real mother was killed by Commander Birdie, she wouldn't be able to handle it. This time he paced back and forth close to where she was lying, to the right side of his bed.

"You... Always go against me!" He began, with arms folded against his back. "Why do you always worry about me? There shouldn't be any reason for you to worry when I have fought countless battles and come back victorious!" His bedroom was full of stress and anger, crimson glowed when his speed picked up.

"I... Am Emperor Gruumm! The Leader of the Troobian Empire! Yet-- this woman... This Cerebral somehow has a grip on me that I can't see," Amid his pace, he paused, looked at her, and stared for the longest time. He could still feel the bruises and stinging sensations from the battle yesterday, but it didn't stop him from accompanying her.

On the other side of the bed, he rested on his back and stared at the ceiling. He didn't care if his armored boots soiled the blankets, it was his bed. "A grip... That I don't think I'd want to go away," Quietly he mumbled, thanking the stars around his ship that the brunette couldn't hear him.

He had to prop himself up so he could lay on his side to give her a long look. It was awkward, to say the least, her silence. Reluctantly he moved closer and closer until he was tight against her arm. He didn't want to say it, so his actions proved it, he wanted to feel her warmth again and contact; from his armor, his device was pulled out.

Fingers scrolled through a website that she had shown him before when they shared music and looked through various Bands. Red, Within Temptation, Flyleaf, Skillet, and more. However, he saw the same song that played when they were tightly against each other on the floor during their musical exploration. Breathe Into Me was tapped onto with his finger and the volume was raised a tiny bit. Wake up. Wake up already! He was tired of the silence even though it had only been one day since that battle.

The lyrics drew him in, he was sunk into their meaning and how they oddly fit his current feelings. Not once did he look at her, the lyrical video he watched kept his attention and the more he thought about it the more he compared it to his need for her company. Do I... Fancy her? He couldn't tell if he did or not. Out of all the heartless kills and planets he destroyed, he began to wonder if it was just a craving to feel normalcy.

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Once the song ended, he saw another that piqued his interest. So with a tap of his finger, he played it and listened. "I hate feeling like this. I'm so tired of trying to fight this. I'm asleep and all I dream of-- is waking to you!" The music came from the speaker, his head tilted at the words and hummed. "Tell me-- that you will listen. Your touch-- is what I'm missing. And the more I hide I realize, I'm slowly losing you! Comatose-- I'll never wake without an overdose... Of you!" His red rubies gradually peeked at the brunette. Small strands from her bangs were moved away from her face when he thought about the lyrics. "I don't wanna live! I don't wanna breathe! As I feel you next to me-- you take the pain I feel! Waking up to you never felt so real! I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna dream! 'Cause my dreams don't comfort me! The way you make me feel! Waking up to you never felt so real!" A small instrumental piece gave the lyrics a break as he examined her features.

"I hate... Living without you. Dead wrong to ever doubt you. But my demons lay in waiting, tempting me away! Oh-- how I adore you! Oh-- how I thirst for you! Oh-- how I need you!" Gruumm kept listening to the lyrics and was slowly inching his face toward hers. "Comatose... I'll never wake up without an overdose... Of you! I don't wanna live! I don't wanna breathe! As I feel you next to me, you take the pain I feel! Waking up to you never felt so real! I don't wanna sleep! I don't wanna dream! 'Cause my dreams don't comfort me! The way you make me feel! Waking up to you never felt so real! Breathing life! Waking up! My eyes, open up!" During the short instrumental piece, the Emperor's hand stroked her face and traced her lips. Temptation drew him closer and closer but very slowly.

"Comatose... I'll never wake up without an overdose. Of you!" The song just repeated the first few lyrics as much as it had before and his heart burned the longer he stared at her face. From her closed lids that hid her vibrant beautiful eyes, to her lips that shimmered under the light.

He barely grazed her lips and found himself drowned in a feeling he couldn't understand. However, his action made her brows knit, and he quickly pulled back the second her head turned to the side. Taken aback, when the song ended, his device fell from his hand and propped himself up on all fours to look at her. "Feige!" With one hand he tapped at her cheek but no response was given.

Quickly, out of his bedroom, he ran to find Morgana. About thirty minutes later he came back with her and the Doctor. Everything was set up like before, he watched her examine her with the metal plate again and saw him turn to him.

"M- My Emperor, it appears whatever you were doing was working. She's responding to my device when it touches her skin, she's out of the critical stage! This is incredible! It normally takes a lot longer for a brain to come out of a coma-- so to see progress this early is astonishing!" The Doctor was frantic and gushing over the incredible discovery, for he examined her more with his other devices. "Cerebrals must have powerful enough brains to overcome such things like this!" His excitement overridden his nervousness around the Emperor.

"Then why isn't she waking up?!" Fury made his rubies glint when he approached him and whipped him around to his face.

"B- Because s- she still needs rest! Her brain may be better but her body is still in shock! N- No pun intended, of course. There's most likely some electricity in her that still hasn't worn off from that event. J- Just keep talking to her, keep making her respond somehow and most likely she'll open her eyes!" Gruumm could see the fear on the Doctor's face, which thankfully gained some inches when he stepped away from him.

"Good! Now leave!" His rubies still burned red as he watched the Doc pack everything back up and scurry out of his bedroom. "Morgana-- find her something else to wear and... And b- bring me a Chicken Sandwich from Clucker's Cafe'," It was very awkward for him to demand such a thing. Something so human, food he disliked, but he knew she'd wake up to food. A gut feeling tugged at him, saying it'll work, and ignored the childish woman's shoes clacking further away. He didn't have to look at her to know she left, so when she did, a relieved groan left his skeletal mouth.

"I cannot believe I almost..." His hand lifted to facepalm himself. Confusion over his feelings drove him insane, which is why he couldn't finish his sentence.

After Morgana returned, she came back with the same dress she wore, the first time she dressed her for him. Time passed after he stepped out of the room. With his back to a wall and arms folded, he kept thinking about how she looked in the dress. How beautiful and dark she was. Her violet eyes that glinted in the shadows were complimented by the gothic attire and small violet jewels.

When the door hissed open, out came the overgrown child whom he saw smirk at his behavior. "Not... A word," A finger was dangerously pointed to her before he strode back inside and left her there.

"Of course, my Emperor.~ Have you ever considered having an Empress?" He didn't get to see her mischievous smirk or her head cocking to one side, but regardless, he paused in his step and grumbled.

"I said-- not a word!" As soon as he passed his door, it hissed closed behind him and saw the brunette covered up by his blanket. Dressed in the attire she wore before, an approving nod was what he gave.

It was bedtime now. He removed most of his armor, save for the padding underneath and pants. Only his boots, bone armor, and plates were taken off so he could go to bed comfortably. On his side he rested, his back was to her, he dared not get under the blanket since it was awkward enough to have her in the same bed.

Tossing, turning, groaning, flipping to his other side, he couldn't fall asleep. That was until he decided to snuggle closer to her form and nervously lay his head on top of hers. It took contact, to make him pass out, because within minutes he finally did and it gave him peace of mind.

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The next morning came. Slowly red rubies returned to their former color and his head lifted to see that Feige was missing. The Chicken Sandwich bag that he demanded Morgana to retrieve was on the floor, he had to think a minute since he just woke up and recognition finally hit.

"She woke up," Quietly he mumbled and very quickly he moved. The bag on the floor was empty with used napkins inside and empty ketchup packets. He bolted out of the bed, put his armor back on as fast as possible, and ran out of the room.

His feet trudged past doors and other halls as he made his way to Morgana, whom he saw going into her room. "Where is Feige?!" In her doorway, he yelled, watched the childish woman turn to him and blink.

"Oh! She told me not to wake you. She's in the training room! Lord Gruumm, you're in for a big surprise!" Her large grin and excited eyes confused the Emperor, but he dared not question it.

Quickly, back out, he hurried toward the training room and when he finally made it there, he had to hold onto the bars at what he saw. The sight was staggering, questionable, and left him speechless.

There before him were hundreds of simple Crybots high in the air, floating around Feige as she kept her hands up and examined each one she held with a smile. Her delighted grin, her violet hues when she looked at one robot at a time, her palms were gently lifted and they all began to spin around her.

"Hehehe!~" She hadn't noticed him there, thankfully, and watched her gracefully spin around with her arms outstretched. She looked happy and excited, there were so many words to describe the amount of joy that showed on her face.

Gruumm was so busy gawking at the softly spinning display that Morgana's steps almost went unheard. With his hand lifting in the woman's way, he didn't have to look to see if she halted since the faint taps of her shoes stopped.

"Look, my Emperor. She's so powerful!~ She told me that it was probably the electricity that made her capable of lifting all of them like that. When I asked her if she felt strain like before, she told me no, and that it felt like she was lifting sheets of paper.~" Morgana whispered excitedly to the bony beast and didn't look at her to see her ecstatic expression.

"This... Is... Amazing," That was all he managed to say, for he was too entranced by the telekinesis and her beauty to think straight. Her eyes glowed much brighter than usual when she'd use her power, they looked like violet neon lights in the shadows. He heard her contagious and lovely giggles as she grabbed both hands of a hovering Crybot and then spun around with it.

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To Feige, it felt like a limiter was removed. Everything felt so light, she felt unrestricted. No more pain, no more mental strain, if she put her mind to it she might be able to lift thousands of them but she didn't want to test her limits right now. "Hahaha!" When she let go of the Crybot, she watched it fly back a little bit and join the rest of them that whirled around her. I feel so alive! That electric shock I received has to be the reason why I'm able to do this! It feels so good! Her excited giggles stopped, for she whirled happily in place with her arms outstretched again and leaned her head back to feel the breeze from around her.

The Crybots moved quickly enough to make her hair and short gothic dress flow beautifully, it felt like she was inside a gentle tornado on a hot day. The cool wind and adrenaline made her laugh harder. For a moment she paused, lifted a hand above her, and made all of the Crybots huddle close to form a sphere. Her large smile and elated eyes never faltered, she was having so much fun. Thank you so much Grimly, for caring for me! You're such an amazing friend! Because of you, I feel more alive! I don't know what would've happened to me if you didn't! Her thoughts were full of happiness and appreciation. Slowly, as she moved the ball of Crybots back to the floor, she froze upon the Emperor's appearance and stared.

"Ah! You w- weren't supposed to see this!" Comically the ball of Crybots crashed to the floor and unraveled when she covered her crimson cheeks. She waited, kept her eyes shut from the embarrassment, and expected to hear amused laughter from him but nothing came. Not a chuckle or a sound occurred, and she peeked through her fingers to see why he didn't.

Her brows knitted when her cheeks burned bright. Gradually her hands lowered to see more of him and realized that he was dumbfounded, or so she thinks. Is he angry? I asked Morgana if I could use some Crybots to practice with-- was I not allowed?! Why is he staring at me like that and why is he not talking?! Violet eyes widened when she noticed the lack of movement from him and the strange unending stare. "G- Grimly... T- Thank you for... Taking care of me," Hesitantly, she floated back down toward him and the moment her feet touched the floor he was seen hastily stepping closer.

No, they weren't steps, it was almost a sprint, for she found herself being pulled against his chest and felt his bony armor against her face. His padded, armored arms coiled around her backside which surprised her to no end. It was unlike him to do something like that, especially since he wasn't the type to show or admit how he felt. His actions were enough to tell her that he missed her, but what she didn't know was that he was relieved to see her full of life again.

She didn't know Morgana watched from the side, whose jaw was slacked at the sudden behavior. Feige couldn't look around or move since his hand kept her head tight against his chest and his other arm rested across her lower back. Her smile returned and her eyes closed at the odd affection she received, so she let him have this moment until he was satisfied.

"It was the sandwich, wasn't it?" In her ear, she heard him, to which she giggled and shook her head. That made his grip on her head soften so she could look up at him and watch his cute head tilt that she couldn't get over.

"Comaatoooose~ I'll never wake up without an overdose... Of you! I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe!~" She began to sing and backed away, her giggling fit made it hard to keep going. She heard it, the last bit of the song before she barely woke up from her short coma.

"You... Heard that? T- Then that means you..." Her eyes never left his. She saw him freeze in his position, not once did his arms lower after she left them. The faint pulses in his rubies and the crack in his voice proved how flustered he was at her answer.

"Means what? Hehehe, I heard the ending of Comatose when I woke up for a second.~ But I have b- been wondering... What was that feeling against my mouth? Did you think I'd start singing to it at the end and decided to cover my mouth with something?~" Giggling again, she patted his chest and made her way past Morgana who went into a fit of laughter.

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In the Monitoring Room, Feige sat on the floor and watched him pace around the room. She listened to him ponder aloud about the Rangers and Broodwing. "The insolent bat continues to go against my orders!" He knew there was something fishy about the Batman, he didn't know anyone else capable enough to build such robots like him.

"You'd be the laughing stock of the Galaxy if Broodwing destroyed the Rangers instead of you.~" Feige watched the gothic woman smirk and provoke more anger from the Emperor.

"That'll never happen. I want to initiate a full-scale ground attack! I want every robot in our Arsenal down there! It's about time the Rangers and Broodwing, find out who has the true power," As she watched him grumble and stare into space, she nearly blinked when his head looked at her. "Do you have any strategic capabilities? If so... I want your thoughts on this," This was a first for him, to want to include someone else's input on the matter and ponder on opinions.

"U- Um... W- Well. I used to play a lot of PVP games in the past. It forces a person to learn strategies and learn how to navigate undetected... It was one of the things that t- taught me how to keep a low profile before we met. In my opinion-- I think it'd be a waste to use your entire Arsenal. If they destroy them all, you'd have to spend money to re-stock a- and I don't think you're willing to do that. P- Plus-- an ambush would be stupid. If it were me... I- I'd hire an assassin or something. Someone skilled in sniping heads unseen before others can take notice... B- But I don't like giving out these ideas, I don't like wishing death on people," Awkwardly her gaze lowered to her knees. Her hands kept her dress down to hide the back of her thighs to not show anything, her legs pulled closer and were laid sideways.

"Honestly-- I don't know why I never thought of that before," If she had looked up she would've been able to see his adorable head tilt when his eyes averted and his fingers grazed his chin.

"B- Because you're reckless.~ You're the type to barge in unannounced and scream to the whole world Fear me! I am evil, muahahaha!," Her amused giggles at the end caused the whole room to go silent and both of them to stare for the longest time. "W- What?~" Behind her hand she stifled her laughter and curled into herself more.

"Why... Do you not take me seriously?" He never stopped staring at her but his heavy sigh and the rub over his face with his hand, made her laugh again.

"Hahaha, how can I? Y- Your anger is... Well-- a- adorable!" Her voice grew in pitch between giggles and she almost teared up from the struggle of holding them back. "To me-- all I see is a kid playing a bad guy and chasing people around with a wooden sword.~ O- Or maybe a temper tantrum child w- who puffs up and throws a fit whenever he doesn't get what he wants!" She couldn't contain herself, the tightness in her stomach told her how much strain her fit was putting on her so she had to hold it. In doing so, she fell onto her side, face turning red.

"I-- am not-- adorable! I'm not a child! I have accomplished and ruled over many! You have to be... The only person in my entire life-- that has ever thought of me that way!" His finger pointed to her, which she saw, and the pulses in his rubies made her realize he was embarrassed.

"I- I'm sorry, hahaha! You're just too awesome! Hahahaha!" She started laughing so hard that she was losing air and it was making her wheeze. Next, her nose made an embarrassing sound, which made her laughter worse. "F- Friiick, hahahaha! I snorted again!" Her hand smacked the floor while the other one covered her burning red face.

Her eyes were tightly shut so she didn't see him approach, but when she felt his boot on her stomach, she barely managed to open her eyes. Her hands slapped at his foot when he began to harmlessly stomp on her, this earned him a quick grab of her hands on his limb and yanked on it. She watched him fall backward on the floor with a heavy thud and an amusing grunt, it put her into another fit of giggles.