MIGHTY MORPHIN' POWER RANGERS '96 - The Audio Drama
Crimson Charger for Tommy Oliver/White Ranger/Lord Drakkon
TLDR: Tommy=Black Symbiote Spider-Man
TLDR: Drakkon=Zamasu/Goku Black
Tommy Oliver Extended Audition: Tommy Oliver.docx
Lord Drakkon Extended Audition: Lord Drakkon (Redacted).docx
Tommy Oliver's life has never been in more turmoil. His ex-Ranger girlfriend's dumped him and skipped town, and he's constantly walking a tightrope around the new Pink Ranger, Kat, pretending he doesn't know that she thinks that he doesn't know about her feelings for him. But, after striking the deathblow with Saba on Zedd's latest creation, he re-absorbs his previously stolen green ranger energy embedded in the non-deformed clone's body, pushing his Ranger powers beyond their previous limits.
Feeling like he's outgrown Zordon's moral lecturing and Jason's boy-scout routine, he joins up with the returned Prometha Pink Kimberly on her mission to expand the influence of Rangers across the globe in the fight for the greater good. However, even working within the boundaries of Kimberly's ethical lines in-the-sand, the same frustrations as Zordon's "rules" mount inside him as once again he is being restrained from fulfilling his true potential at making the world a better, safer place...
In another reality, Lord Drakkon has conquered the Earth and numerous Eltarian systems. He is many things: Elegant, graceful, charming, visionary, all-powerful, benevolent, forgiving, commanding, certain, calculating, poised, cunning, lethal, iron-clad--perfection. He has everything that befits his stature--everything that is, except an equal to share in the glory of his masterful designs.
For simply conquering one universe is not enough to satisfy his ambitions. Every reality must bend to his will and be cleansed by his purity...especially the Power Rangers.
- male young adult
- male teen
- radio drama
*To Jason* Okay then, Zordan—now your ass is really going on this mat!
Kim, look—no one knows more than me how it feels. When I lost Green...I’d wished I’d died. But...you were there for me. I want to help...but you keep running away, and I can’t understand why.
*To Pink Ronin* That’s a matter of perspective, but now you finally understand the truth. I am not this conjured up evil spirit you’ve imagined masquerading around in the face you so love. No, the facade, the mask—it’s all been from you parading around as a vigilante against my divine justice. Hiding, burying yourself in the sands like a worm afraid to embrace me out of a nonsensical fear of forsaking the others. But you can’t hide from yourself anymore, Kat. Even as I speak, your very eyes betray the lies behind the false, virtuous persona you still shakingly cling to. So, I—Lord Drakkon—beseech you—unburden yourself from the specter of Zordon’s moral decadence, and free yourself to be mine as you yearn!
