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Bully

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Latina OFC Sophie Cortes Word Count: 2,249 Tags: SFW, Pre-relationship, Supportive Aaron Summary: A case in Chicago means the team is introduced to someone from Sophie's past. Collection: Sophie Cortes timeline, 0-6 Months at the BAU (See Masterlist for reading order) Link to AO3 or read below! “Alright, we’ve got a case in Chicago,” JJ says as they gather in the briefing room on a Wednesday morning. “The detective there is… how do I put this? He’s a real asshole, but they need our help, so just prepare yourselves for one of those.” She passes out the case file, and Cortes tenses beside Hotch, a shift in demeanor he can almost feel, though they are sitting a foot apart.

“Please tell me, just to ease my mind, JJ—it’s not the 54th precinct, right?” She looks up with a grimace, and JJ nods.

“Sounds like you know the guy. Detective Jeffrey?”

“Fuck. Yes, I know him.” She puts an elbow on the table, leans her forehead into her hand, sighs. “He’s like the anti-Hotch: cruel, impulsive, hotheaded, blames his failures on his coworkers. This guy is going to give us grief the whole way, especially if I’m there.”

“Is there a reason for him to be aggressive toward you? Did you pass him up for promotions, accolades?” he asks, and she looks up at him, frowns.

“He’s a misogynist, and a racist, for starters. Wanted a spot on the tactical response team and didn’t get it because he can’t take orders, which had nothing to do with me, but you know how narcissists project.”

“Nothing is actually ever their fault,” Reid says, filling in the blanks.

“Exactly. I was the most convenient target for his anger. So, of course I want to do my part, I’m just letting you know there’s a lot of hostility there so you aren’t blindsided.” The team seems collectively a little more tense—no one messes with one of their own—and Hotch nods thoughtfully.

“You’re with me while we’re there, then. If he wants to give you a hard time, we won’t make it easy.”

“Okay. Thanks.” She exhales, turns back to the case file, and JJ continues with the briefing.

He takes her aside once they’re on the jet.

“Can we talk for a moment?” he asks, standing by the open seat next to hers, and she gestures to it.

“Sure. Is it about what I said earlier, about Jeffrey?”

“Yes and no. I trust your judgement; if this guy is going to be a pain in our ass, I want to have a game plan going in so things move as smoothly as possible.” She closes the folder in her lap, nods, gives him her full attention. “First and foremost, you can not let him get to you.” She leans back against the window, sighs.

“I know. It’s just hard, like going back to high school and facing your old bully.”

“I get it. From what you’ve told me, this guy is going to have all of us on edge, but you know the precinct, the area, some of the officers; the team is going to look to you a lot while we’re here. You need to be firm, authoritative, but not antagonistic. Most importantly, you need to be confident. Don’t second guess yourself because of this jerk we’re dealing with.”

“I know that giving in and getting mad is what he wants, so I’m going to try my damndest not to give it to him.” She laughs a little, like it’s easier said than done, and he maintains eye contact, wills her to see how much he really does trust her with this. “I really appreciate this, Hotch.”

“It’s what I’m here for.”

“I know. But you show your faith when it really matters, and not everyone in your position does that. You should know how much it means to us.” Her words warm his heart, and not just because it’s her who’s saying them. He knows he comes off like a drill sergeant sometimes, but it’s all for good reason. He just wants to take care of his team, keep them safe.

“Thank you. The job is tough; I try to support you guys anyway I can.”

“It shows. Thanks for having my back,” she says softly, tilting her head, and then she sighs and smiles, sits up in her seat. He’s known her long enough to be able to tell when things are getting a little too heavy for her, knows she’s looking for lightness, now. “If we have time for drinks after this case, we have to go to Tito’s, just putting it out there.” Morgan hears her, leans over from his seat across the aisle.

“Tito’s! I haven’t been there in years.”

“Neither have I. They have the best portobello tacos in Chicago. Drowning in chimichurri,” she says to Hotch, and he smiles a little at her excitement. “Give me a Corona and lime and a plate of tacos and I’ll forget all about Douglas fucking Jeffrey.”

“We’ll see what we can do,” he says, and he spends the rest of the trip sitting between the two of them as they reminisce about their favorite things about Chicago.

He actually really enjoys it.

When they arrive at the precinct, she is decidedly less jovial, and Hotch immediately understands why, when he introduces himself to Detective Jeffrey.

“Cortes, good to see you again,” he greets, while his expression tells a different story entirely. “Are you his... assistant?” He pretends to be confused, and JJ bristles beside them at the implication, but Sophie remains impassive, doesn’t even look tense. It’s possible his pep talk had more impact than he thought.

“She is no one’s assistant, she’s a supervisory special agent with the FBI just like me, and she will be taking point on this case. I expect you to defer to her expertise,” Hotch informs him with no room for misunderstanding in his tone. Again, if she’s surprised, she doesn’t show it, just continues reading over the case file provided.

“No offense, but this is a serial killer we’re talking about. It’s worlds away from chatting up a meth addict CI in a McDonald's parking lot.” She does close the file at that, and it appears to him that she can handle personal insults just fine, but that jabs at her work are where she gets defensive.

“You wouldn’t have closed half of your cases if it weren’t for my CIs, and you know it. But I’m not in Intelligence anymore, I’m a profiler, and I’m good at what I do.” She crosses her arms, exhales, and turns away from him, a clear dismissal. “Hotch, Prentiss, and I will go to the crime scene. Reid and Gideon will meet with the second victim’s wife, Morgan and JJ will work victimology, and we’ll reconvene here.”

“You got it, boss,” Morgan says, taking a seat, and in times like these he is really proud of his team. He knows as well as Sophie what it means to show Jeffrey that an alpha male like Morgan will take her orders, and Morgan took them and ran. He hides a smile.

They are unfortunately stuck with the detective when they are rerouted to a new crime scene as another body is found, but Hotch isn't worried. It will be a great place for her to show him what she can do.

“What do we know about the victim so far?” Sophie asks Jeffrey, her posture open.

“Sheila Lapinski, 27, hooker.” Prentiss rolls her eyes behind his back. “No one has reported her missing, no next of kin anywhere we can find. Coroner puts her time of death between 3 and 5 AM.”

“Does she have a record?”

“Osele’s pulling it now,” he says with a sigh, and she stops scanning the scene, looks to him with a cocked brow.

“Then how do you know she’s a prostitute?” He chuckles, puts out his hands like the answer is obvious.

“You know where we are. They’re like fleas around here, infesting, multiplying.” Cortes crouches down and lifts the sheet covering the victim, who is wearing a cardigan, pencil skirt, and flat shoes.

“She dressed like a prostitute to either of you?” she asks, looking up at Hotch and Prentiss, and he shakes his head, though he’s not sure why he’s surprised; the detective may actually be worse than she described him. Prentiss bends down, looks like she’s trying not to smile.

“No. She looks more like a school teacher, actually.”

“I’m telling you, they call this—pardon my French—” Sophie stands, crossing her arms, and cuts Jeffrey off.

“Pussy Alley. I know what guys like you call it. But you have no evidence this woman is a sex worker, and if she’s not, it’s extremely important that we find out how and why she was dumped here.” An older, bearded detective walks up to them, notebook open, and he smiles at her.

“Hey, Cortes. Nice to see you again, though not under the circumstances.”

“You too, Osele; these are Agents Hotchner and Prentiss. I worked with Osele in Intelligence way back when.” They all shake hands, and she nods to his notebook. “You have her record?"

“Yep, she’s squeaky clean. Not so much as a parking ticket.” Sophie shares a look with the both of them, and Jeffrey splutters.

“That’s—that’s not possible.”

“I think you’ll find that plenty is possible when you open your eyes, Detective,” Hotch can’t resist replying. Cortes crouches down again.

“There are no signs of a struggle. The bottoms of her shoes aren’t worn. Her clothes are clean, not cheap; hair done recently, not cheap.” Jeffrey puts his hands on his hips, all but rolls his eyes.

“Ah, there’s some hard hitting detective work.”

“You’re not even attempting to prove your theory that she’s a prostitute, so we’re disproving it for you,” Prentiss explains, pulling out her phone. “Easily. Garcia,” she begins, and she steps away from them to talk to the tech.

“What else do you see?” Hotch asks softly, meeting her on her level. “Anything that indicates occupation?” Her eyes are focused as she scans the victim, lifts her hand to examine her nails, her lip to examine her teeth.

“She has ink smudges on her hands, so she could be a teacher, but she could also be a receptionist, writer, accountant, secretary, bank teller… any type of administrative professional. She’s got a fresh manicure, teeth are in good health, so I’d bet she’s got insurance or has had it recently. No wedding ring, she’s too old to be on her parents’, so all signs point to a steady job.”

“Okay, there is no god damn way you can tell if she’s got health insurance just by looking at her.” She stands, and Hotch follows, covering the body with the sheet.

“No, you’re right, I can’t. It’s an educated guess based on analysis and not snap judgement. Do you have any insight into this case, aside from the fact that you think she’s a sex worker because of where she was found?”

“There’s not much to go on. Sometimes these cases go unsolved.” It’s then that Prentiss returns to them, and this time she is smiling.

“I had Garcia run our victim’s info, and it doesn’t look like she’s currently employed—no recent bank deposits, appears to be living off of her savings.”

“So not a teacher after all,” Jeffrey states, looking smug, and Hotch waits patiently, because he knows there’s more.

“Not right now, but she just moved to the area from a suburb called Evanston, and she was a third grade teacher there for two years. Private school, really nice place. Great insurance.” Sophie looks at her like something she said clicked, and she pulls out her phone.

“The ink on the heel of her hand could be from a newspaper; maybe she’s job hunting.”

“Wasn’t our first guy unemployed?” Prentiss recalls. “We should have Gideon and Reid ask his wife if he’s been job hunting. Could be a connection.”

“I’ll call Reid.” The fact that the victims were job hunting is what breaks the case. They work late into the evening, but they’re actually able to find the unsub—a man posing as a prospective employer only to people who are new to the area—relatively quickly once they put it all together.

The officers who remember Sophie from her time in Chicago are all clearly impressed with her and the team, and it makes him very, very proud.

Jeffrey clearly hates how quickly they solved the case, and he enjoys that, too.

That night, they do make it to Tito’s for drinks and Mexican food, and the team goes around the table and talks about their ‘Jeffreys’ in honor of Sophie showing up hers.

Morgan buys them all a round of Coronas in her honor as well, and later, Sophie offers to buy another; Hotch heads up the bar to help her carry.

“Since we’re here another night, is there anyone you’re going to try to see? Catch up with?” he asks while they wait for a few of the drinks. She smiles softly, tucks a hand under her chin thoughtfully.

“No, there’s nothing for me here anymore. Coming back, facing Jeffrey, was my last battle to fight, and you made that possible, so thank you.”

“It was my pleasure to see him knocked down a peg… and to watch you shine.” She reaches out, covers his hand with her own, which he did not expect, and nods back to the table with the rest of their coworkers, their friends.

“Come on. We’re going to have to rein them in soon. I could use a little back up.”

“Any time."

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spooks-anime · 4 years

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Act 2: Chapter 2-Shadow One

It's been eight months. Eight long fucking months since I was out of the service - all because of that IED, which destroyed my lower part of my right leg where it had to be amputated. I had to wear a prosthetic replacement of my shin to foot. It hurts like hell but I was on pain killers and still work out with it. In return for my medical discharge, I got a medal. Getting a Purple Heart didn't mean shit to me. What's the point? I had to remain secret and tell no one that I was a Navy SEAL. I didn't mind, and on top of that, no one would believe that a woman was a SEAL. Just because that G.I. Jane film was made doesn't mean a lot of women became SEALs. The US Government still does not want women in Special Forces, period. I was the first and the luckiest to be a SEAL and may be the last. After eight months, I was starting to believe that serving my country was over, meaning that I don't get to be a cop or a firefighter. I probably can't be a fucking paramedic since I have a prosthetic leg. The only chance of a job would be working as a desk job - that was, until that man came to my house.

0400 Hours August 15, 2007

Somewhere in the Southern United States, there was a nice two story house apartment. Inside a bedroom sat Jessica Sawyer herself. She was only wearing her white tank top and grey undies, sitting on the edge of her with her head and eyes staring at the ground. Her facial expression indicated that she didn't sleep much. Not only that, it also showed that she was very depressed. She couldn't stop thinking about what happened in Iraq, neither could she still get over the medical discharge and the loss of her leg. Suddenly, a loud ringing was heard from the alarm clock on top of her night stand, which grabbed her attention right away. She reached over to turn it off and began making preparations to start her day. A car pulled up next to the apartment building and parked in the lot. A bald African-American man with brown eyes in his early forties exited the car. He wore a black business suit and a pair of dark sunglasses. The man took a deep breath before walking towards the building. When he reached the second floor, he found the door he was looking for and knocked three times for someone to answer. The door finally opened and he saw Jessica standing across from him. Upon seeing Jessica, the man gave a half-smile, but Jessica worked to keep her expression blank, despite her curiosity and growing suspicions as to why a strange man had showed up at her apartment with no warning.

"Jessica Patricia Sawyer?" questioned the man. “Former Petty Officer of the United States Navy SEALs? Team 3 Alpha Platoon.”

"Yes. Can I help you?" Jessica asked.

"May we talk inside? This is a private conversation."

“Do you want anything to drink?” Jessica asked as she led the man inside.

“No, no. I’m fine,” the man answered. "How's your leg?"

"Still feels a bit strange, but it’s fine," Jessica answered before cutting right to the point. “So, may I ask what is this about?”

"How would you like to serve your country again?"

"To do what exactly?” Jessica raised an eyebrow. “I'm handicapped."

"You can still run, shoot, and fight can't you?”

Jessica started to wonder whether she was being recruited into a private military company, perhaps for either Blackwater or Triple Canopy. However, working as hired security or as a mercenary wasn’t exactly Jessica’s style.

"If you're recruiting me to be some security contractor for some company, then I'll pass. I'm not the type to do that shit," said Jessica, turning down the offer.

"Of course not,” the man replied. “I meant as in for the US government. With the skills that will be provided for you in the Agency, you can be a part of a paramilitary unit for people who were in Special Operations units of the United States military, such as SEALs like yourself. In this unit, you will be hunting down major terrorist cells or any threat to the United States of America.”

Jessica was feeling a bit unsure of what Agency has a paramilitary unit for her to be in and why they would want to recruit her.

"Sawyer,” the man continued, leaning forward, “I know how much you wanted to go back to the field and how much you wanted to continue serving your country. I know it. I can even see it in those eyes; you still have those eyes of a warrior. We need people like that.”

Jessica was still unsure about being recruited by this man, but it did seem to interest her as there was nothing for her in this civilian life and would rather continue serving her country. Jessica made her decision and agreed to join.

“Where do I sign up?” she asked.

The man offered his hand to Jessica, and she shook his. As they were shaking hands, the man replied.

"Welcome to the Central Intelligence Agency, Jessica Sawyer."

Years past, I was part of the CIA’s Ground Branch unit of the Special Activities Division/Special Operation Group. We’re guys or gals selected out of badass special forces units of the United States Armed Forces: SEALs, Delta, Marine Force Recon, Raiders and hell, even Air Force Special Ops. We’re basically a deniable paramilitary unit that handles covert operations, espionage and assassinations. When I mean deniable, I’m referring to the fact that we don’t exist and our government has no knowledge of us if the mission is compromised. Real Black Ops shit.

0100 Hours March 9, 2015

Somewhere in the Caucasus Mountains on the Georgian-Russian Border during a quiet, pitch-black night, there is a three story house in the middle of nowhere. On the hilltop are two snipers in prone position with a good view of the house. The snipers are armed with DPMS TAC20s fitted with CNVD, telescopic scopes, and Parker & Hale bipod stands on the ground. The two snipers are wearing ghillie suits to disguise them as bushes.

One of the snipers is Jessica, who is now the team leader of the CIA Special Activities Division/Special Operation Group Paramilitary unit. The two are in overwatch as they’re scoping out the house 800 meters away from them. Suddenly a man calls through their earpiece comms.

“Shadow 2 to 1, we’re in position. Ready to engage safehouse, over.”

Jessica slowly clicks on her mic and reply back to the man.

“Copy, Shadow 2. You are clear to execute, over.”

From the forest area to the front of the house, there is a group of three operators wearing coyote brown tactical plate carriers over their black tactical jackets, tactical gloves, blue jeans and sneakers. The operators are also wearing tactical helmets with quad tube panoramic night vision goggles to see through the dark. Two operatives are armed with Daniel Defense MK18s; one is armed with an MP7. Their weapons have different scopes, mounted laser designators, and suppressors, as they want to maintain stealth.

There are two women in the group and one man. One female operative is a Caucasian American with short blonde hair and green eyes; the other female operative is a brown-skinned Latina American with short black hair, blue eyes and a beauty mark on the right side near her eye. The male operative leading the assault is a Caucasian American with short brown hair in a buzz cut, a light stubble beard, and blue eyes.

The three operatives are slowly walking through the valley making their way to the house, watching their steps from any landmines that may be planted by the hostiles in the house. As they get close to the house, the Latina operative separates herself from the team as she makes her way to the back of the house. Once she gets there, she notices a man armed with an AK rifle taking a cigarette break while standing next to the power generator. She aims her MP7 at the gunman and fires a round at him; the bullet goes straight through his head, killing him instantly.

After killing the gunman, the operative walks over from him and makes her way to the generator. From Jessica and the other sniper’s position, the two sees the house’s lights turn off.

“Show time,” Jessica mutters with a smirk on her face.

The house is now completely pitch black; there is commotion inside. The Latina operative goes to her mic and reports to the male operative as she returns to him.

“Power’s down. Returning to you guys.”

“Copy. We’ll wait for you to breach,” the male operative replies on comms.

The Latina operative finally makes it back to her team, and they’re about to breach into the front of the house stacking next to the door.

“2 to 1. We’re entering the front of the house now,” said the male operative to Jessica using his mic.

As soon as he reaches for the doorknob, loud gunfire rings out and bullets are flying through the door. The male operative quickly moves back so the bullets won’t hit him.

“Fuck…” The male operative swears quietly to himself.

The male operative pulls out an M84 grenade from his vest, pulls the pin, and throws it through the door. A couple of seconds later, the grenade explodes where the shooting stopped, which gives the operatives the opportunity to breach into the front of the house.

The male operative trains his MK18 on a stunned gunman carrying an AK rifle wearing a green shirt and woodland Euro military camo pants, and puts three rounds his chest with no hesitations. Once he falls to the ground, the operative puts one more round to his chest and one to the head to make sure that he’s dead.

The operatives continue to move through the house before finally making their way to the circular room. The operatives found two armed gunmen who were standing still and trying to figure out what was going on, as they cannot see through the dark. The male operative and the blonde female operatives aim their weapons at the two gunmen and the gunmen drop dead as they were pierced by a few bullets. As the team continues, they take fire from a gunman hiding in the kitchen; the man was blind firing and not even hitting near the team, which gave the Latina operative the opportunity to flank. She comes up to the gunman from behind and squeezes off two rounds in the back before finishing him off with a round to the head which kills him instantly.

“Kitchen cleared,” the Latina operative announced.

After securing the living room, the team regrouped back to the circular room and the male operative reports to Jessica using his mic.

“Three tangos down on second floor.”

“Proceed to third and basement floors.” Jessica ordered through comms.

“Taking stairs to third floor,” announces the Latina operative as she separates herself from the team.

“Shadow 3 and I will take the bottom floor basement,” replies the male operative.

The Latina operative makes her way up the stairs to the third floor. Once she makes it to the top, she quickly shoots down and kills a gunman on the top of the steps before he could react. Before she could search the halls, she immediately came under fire coming from down the hall by another gunman at the end of the hall in the bathroom. She manages to lean out and return fire. Her bullets manage to hit the gunman in the chest, and the last bullet to the head finally kills him.

The Latina operative continues to move through the halls and stops at a door on her left that leads to a bedroom. One opens the door slowly and enters the bedroom and finds nothing. She comes out and makes her way over to the last bedroom on the right. As soon as she opens the door halfway, bullets fly through the door, but luckily the operative is not caught by any of them. She then quickly enters the room and shoots the gunman who is next to the bed. One round hits the gunman’s shoulder and waist, which makes him fall to the floor screaming in pain although he still tried his best to get up.

The operative walks up and finishes the wounded gunman off by two bullets in the chest and one to the head, which kills him. After looking around the room and the closet, the operative goes to her mic and reports to the male operative.

“Third floor cleared.”

The blonde female operative and the male operative are not going down the stairs to the basement room; they are taking fire from a gunman in the corner to a hallway who is keeping them pinned down. The gunman is near the stairs while the operatives remain near the corner of the stairs.

The two operatives still keep their cool as the gunman is shooting wildly. Once the gunman is out of ammo, three bullets pierce through his chest which knocks him down to the ground dead.

The two operatives came down from the stairs and move through the hallway, stacking up to a door to the left. As the male operative takes point, the two enter the room and quickly take down two armed gunmen using their weapons.

After killing them and securing the room, which turned out to be the garage, they come out and move to the next door on the right that leads to another room. The two enter the room and shoot down a gunman together, killing him as bullets pierced into his chest.

There is another gunman hiding in a weapon cache room. He is a middle-aged Russian man with green eyes, grey hair, and a beard, wearing a white shirt under a Soviet chest rig and camo pants.

He tries to shoot the operative using his PMK light machine gun but the rifle seems to be jammed, giving the male operative the opportunity to cut the man down by putting three rounds in his chest. Once the Russian falls to the ground, the operative puts one round to the head, finishing him off.

“HVT confirmed KIA,” reports the male operative.

The two operatives become relieved that the house is completely secured and there are no enemies left around.

“I’ll start collecting in the garage,” said the blonde female operative as she walks away from her teammate.

The male operative goes to his mic and reports to Jessica.

“‘Shadow 1’, this is ‘Shadow 2’, house secure. All hostiles have been neutralized including HVT.”

“Copy 2,” Jessica replied on comms. “Start collecting everything that you can get, including the HVT. You have ten mikes and then start to exfil or you will be left behind, out.”

The Latina operative comes from the third floor to the living room, which has a plan board which she starts pictures of using a digital camera. By the look on her face, she is surprised by what these gunmen were up to. There are even pictures of potential attacks in the US such as New York, Washington, and even Chicago. Paying attention to their plans, it seemed it would have been very successful.

“Damn,” the Latina operative mutters before going back to her mic and contacting Jessica. “Shadow 4 to 1...you were right...these assholes were planning something big.”

“Good thing we stopped them in time, 4,” Jessica replies on comms.

Meanwhile, the blond female operator is gathering all zip drives, disks, and storages in bags as the garage was a computer lab while the male operative starts to put the dead insurgent leader who is a High Value Target in a bodybag. The team has now successfully completed their mission by killing an HVT and collecting intel for the analysis team to look at, but the battle against these Russian gunmen is not over yet.

I have never been with, nor lead a team of operators like Shadow 1. I thought SEALs were badass but if you’re in SAD/SOG, you’re basically a nightmare to your enemies. Black, “Shadow 1-2,” is a former Green Beret; he’s a bit of an asshole from the South even if he’s joking around, but at least he cares for his country - well, mostly Texas. Echo, “Shadow 1-3,” is a former member of Force Recon, and a skilled fighter as well as an expert at blowing shit up. Deeks, “Shadow 1-5,” is one of the best snipers that I know. Hell, he’s even better than I am, able to put a bullet through the head of a guy one or two miles away. Tequila, “Shadow 1-4,” is a former Army Ranger and a fair shot. She is a demolition expert like Echo but a better fighter, as she knows four types of martial arts and she really enjoys this black ops shit. In fact, I dare say she enjoys too much of it. These guys are some of the most badass motherfuckers and I’m proud to be leading this team.

#spooks #jessica sawyer #austin blackward #britney eckhart #teresa aquila #roger keegan #chapter 2 #act 1 #specter #black #echo #tequila #deeks

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miss-lee-lee-fan · 7 years

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Power Rangers 2k17 Review and Thoughts

Okay so I went to see the Power Rangers movie than originally planned so there I go with some of the things like my thoughts, the movie, and characters SPOILERS AHEAD!!

Story Prologue

Okay so it starts around the Mesozoic Era when Zoran was still alive as the Red Ranger and the last one and dying when Rita betrayed them , Zoran hid them into the ground and told the coins to one day find new rangers whom are worthy and strong, and of course million years later they were found by the main five (Jason, Zac, Trini, Kimberly, and Billy).

Characters

Basically how they all started to know each other was from the detention Saturday class and in the middle of the movie when they find the coins and become power rangers.

Jason is the perfect athlete whom fucks up his reputation and football career because of stealing and hiding a cow? (probably some team or high school dare) leaving him with a disappointed dad and has to have schedule Saturday detention and is on house arrest.

Billy is of course “the Black kid” , whose also a nerdy shy genius with autism (love the intersection of identities with this one , not just because I myself is Black but intersectionality is also desperately needs to be recognized in my community as well, plus having the genius of the group have autism kinda breaks the stigma of autistic people being “stupid” because autistic people learn and behave differently.)

Kimberly whom was the popular girl (I guess I sort of forgot) was shunned by her old friends because she punch her ex’s teeth out, because he said she was the “meanest person in the world” (without explaining why or how she is, which honestly childish), and mad she ruined her reputation for it she does the “cut your hair” trope.

Trini is of course the rebellious new girl who doesn’t talk much and feels disconnected with everyone ,including her family and has trouble with school and keeps moving because of it, and is actually a closeted lgbt+ teen (again love the intersectionality of having a lgbt+ Latina Ranger) .

Zac the wild and rebellious dude who's just the free spirited and outgoing and thinks he’s tough and can handle everything, and lives and takes care of his ill single mom and just likes to act like everything is a challenge or a game to him.

Zoran who of course is the original Red ranger , being that was dying and needed to protect the coins from Rita so the new rangers could find , is now the wise mentor.

Alpha 5, is still the comic relief robot and is actually more sarcastic and funny in a more genuine way and not annoying.

Rita, the villainess of the movie who plans to morph Goldar to dig up the crystal that gives the earth life to take over the universe.

Diversity, Stereotype Breaking & Intersectionality

Alright First kudos on how diverse it is and getting to know the characters , giving the PoCs personalities , traits, and also a couple of intersecting identities.

Billy being a Black and Autistic teen who's also the nerdy genius of the group , giving that the stereotype of black males having to be seen as “thugish” and aggressive , it’s nice to see one who more meek and shy while not needing to prove his (physical wise) ‘strength’ or any reason why he’s a valued and important to the team just as much (let’s be honest without Billy blowing up the side of the mountain there would be no movie) and the fact that he explicitly has autism is not the butt of jokes and is taken seriously and treated with respect and not seen as ‘dumb’.

And something I personally want to add is that when Rita first drowned Billy to Death after being forced to tell her where the coins are, I was pissed at first (but remembered seeing the trailer with him in action in the blue ranger suit so I stopped), but seeing the rest of the team show mourning, empathy, and remorse over a Black body, which not because he was part of the team, not because of the coins, or just someone they gotten to know, but because it was a human being. So with so many deaths of Black People either died because of police brutality or racism or even thought out our history and have racist blaming it for our own acts, after seeing “Get Out” and that scene when Billy first drowned to death and the rest have eye-jerking grief was such a harrowing and powerful thing to see (especially that I myself am Black.)

Zac being the unapologetic, rebellious and wild free spirit type and messes things up (Given he tried taking the Black Megazord out for a spin but failed.), also that recently with the discourse of Ghost in a Shell, Iron Fist, people praying that Mulan being an all Chinese cast and people’s wariness of Jordan Peele directing Akira, it’s nice that we get an Asian American lead and not being a emasculating stereotype of East Asian men, which Zac also breaks, so thank god for him.

Trini even though she’s kinda fits the “hot-blooded/hot-temptered” Latina stereotype, she still has an actual personality and still shows that she is human , and while the gang is around the campfire she talks about how she feels out of place in life and her family and says that they (her family) doesn’t need to worry about her relationships , Zac questions it with “boyfriend problems” she’s silent then he’s questions it with “girlfriend problems” and she replies with “yeah”, Which already gives away her sexual orientation and that after nobody teases or do any other dickish things about it.

Kimberly even nothing about her race , sexuality, or any other identity ,Naomi Scott playing her was still impactful for little Indian girls to look up to, and getting to know her and have interaction and connections with the team and knowing her flaws is just as good and important.

Movie overall

The plot and acting was pretty decent, as well as the characters Development and arcs, the humor wasn’t so cheesy or uneasy.

Even though older fans or fan overall might not like it because of either never dying love of the 1990 films of the Power Rangers or others saying it’s more dark and gritty when really it’s just to fit in to todays generations and what teens actually go through and relate to without having much cheesiness to it.

I pretty much enjoyed it , and was something great to treat myself to today at my nearby cinema and mall.

#review #power ranger 2017 #jason #billy #zac #trini #kimberly #reboot #long post

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