Mighty Morphin Power Rangers

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Somewhere on the Moon

Everything was running smoothly that day, the two Astronauts were there to investigate abnormal energy readings coming from the Moon's surface, and so far nothing seemed out of place. It wasn't until one of the men spotted the dumpster that everything changed, "Mission Control, we found something! Repeat, we found something!" said the one leading the mission as he approached the strange device. It didn't look like anything besides a trash can, in fact it even gave off a similar stench strong enough that even the astronauts could smell it within their suits, and so they dubbed the device a dumpster.

After confirming orders from Mission Control to open the object, the two men went to work prying it open, but when they did there was a flash from within and a powerful force knocked the two back and unconscious. Then, there was suddenly shrilling laughter as a peculiar woman emerged from the container, "Ah!" she screamed, "After 10,000 years of being trapped in that smelly prison! I'm finally free!" she was then accompanied by four otherworldly creatures, each one unique from the other.

One was a winged creature in golden armor. There was an older looking one with white, wrinkled skin, glasses, and pointed ears. There was a small, thin one with black fur, and another who was short and plump with a single horn on his head, "This is great Mistress Rita, how's about we have a party to celebrate!" suggested the short, plump creature in a goofy, incompetent voice. This was met by a sharp thud on the head from the woman's staff.

"No you stupid dunder-head!" the woman named Rita yelled, "We're going on a conquest for the universe, and that...." she pointed to the nearest Planet, which was Earth, "....will be our first stop!"

"Ah... but, er, Mistress, what of Zordon?" asked the old one in a nervous voice.

"What about him? That old goody good's probably lost his power by now, he's no threat to me! Ahahahahaha!" Rita replied in a most arrogant tone, "Now come, Goldar, let's start our conquest with a bang!" she commanded, giving another screeching laugh.

The golden one finally spoke, his voice gruff and beastly, "As you command, Mistress." he said with a short bow before drawing a sword from seemingly nowhere. Clearly, this one was the warrior of the group, "I will destroy all who oppose you!"

Angel Grove, Ernie's Juice Bar

The day was pretty much sucking so far. Two work loads were waiting for Marcus back at the Car Clinic, the garage he worked at. One was a Kia with a radiator that was pretty much screwed, and the other was a Nissan Minivan with a ruined engine because some idiot didn't bother changing the oil. Well, that meant more money for the garage to charge, but that still didn't change the fact that Marcus was gonna have a hell of a time working on those two cars over the next couple days. The only reason he wasn't working on them now was that he was on lunch break over at Ernie's.

Ernie's Juice Bar used to be the most popular hangout twenty years ago, back when Ernie still owned the place. Now it was owned by a retired cop who decided not to change the name of the place for the sake of nostalgia. Of course, these days people only came for the Juice Bar. Used to, kids would use the built-in rec center for Karate, Gymnastics, and a number of other things. Now it was just a washed up old place since kids today prefer hanging out at game stores and Starbucks, or just going home and chatting on the internet.

"Sounds like you got a rough couple of days in store..." said Lt. Stone, the cop who now owned the Juice Bar. He was behind the counter, washing glasses. Marcus had been chatting with him about the two cars he had waiting for him at the Garage. Marcus wasn't usually one to talk about his stress much, but he knew Lt. Stone fairly well and chat with him fairly easily.

"Tell me about it..." muttered Marcus as he dug through his lunch bag for the sandwich he had picked. The Juice Bar did sell food, but Stone never cared if someone brought their own food in and bought a drink. As long he was able to get some business, it didn't matter. As Marcus started eating his sandwich, Lt. Stone put a glass of strawberry malt on the counter for Marcus to drink before switching on the TV.

That's when it happened. The ground started to rumble and shake, then two distinct voices could be heard all over the city, "Greetings, humans! I am your new ruler, Rita Repulsa!" the first voice belonged to a woman, "Resistance is futile! Show 'em why, Goldar!"

As he heard this, Marcus scrambled for the door, when he was outside he saw something incredible over in the Downtown area. Standing taller than any building was a giant, winged creature in gold armor holding a massive sword. He was using that sword to demolish buildings. Buzzing around him was the owner of the female voice, she was standing on an orb of some kind that flew her around as she used a magic staff to blast random objects, "What the...?" whispered Marcus, too stunned to even run. Suddenly, red energy encased itself around him and he was whisked into the sky.

"As you can see, my Mistress and I are unstoppable! But if any human wishes to try, let them step forward and face me! I welcome any challenge!" said the creature named Goldar, his enlarged size causing his voice boom like thunder over Angel Grove.

The Command Center

Located in a remote desert area outside of Angel Grove, the Command Center sits in isolation. Within the compound, a number of computers and lights went off and on with a buzzing, alarm sound signaling there was trouble. In the middle of it all, a metallic being was frantically walking about, "Ay yi yi yi!" said the nervous robot as it hit a few buttons, "What will we do? What will we do?"

"Calm yourself, Alpha." a deep, but kind voice said. It came from a large tube housing what looked like a holographic head, "We stopped Rita in the past, and we will do it again. But we will need aid. We will need a team of 5 overbearing, over-emotional humans."

"No, not that, Zordon! Not... teenagers!"

"That's correct, Alpha."

"I was afraid of that..." Alpha sighs, pushing a button that would teleport 5 specific youths from Angel Grove and into the Command Center.

The brief flash of red was rather sudden, and so the realization that he was in a different place was delayed in Marcus. When he had realized where he was, Marcus stepped back in disbelief, looking about as if expecting to wake up in bed at any moment. It was the deep, wise voice that finally got the mechanic's attention. A floating head in a... tube? A frantic robot? This couldn't be real. What the hell was going on?

"Greetings." said the head in the tube, "I am Zordon of Eltar. And the robot you see before is my assistant, Alpha 5."

"Pleased to meet you." said the robot with a bow as if he were a butler of sorts.

"You have all witnessed the attack on your city by the sorceress. Her name is Rita Repulsa, and her goal is nothing less than to rule the universe. She intends to begin her campaign with Planet Earth. You will now see just what it is that threatens your world, behold the viewing globe." as Zordon said this, Alpha would direct the group behind them where a spherical monitor began displaying the part of the city being attacked.

For the first time, the five youths would get a closer look at the one calling herself Rita Repulsa, as she used her magic to destroy cars, signs, and other things, "Rita is a powerful sorceress who once tried to take over the universe 10,000 years ago. At the time, I was able to use my power to imprison her and her followers from which I had hoped she could never escape. Earlier, human explorers happened upon her prison by chance, and without knowing they released her."

"I'm afraid we no longer have the same power we once had," Alpha chimed in, "and so, using 5 Power Coins, artifacts given to Zordon from on an old ally long ago, I was able to create a device that should bestow one with the power needed to combat Rita's forces. The Morphers."

"The truth is, I have been watching the five of you for some time now, and I believe that you can be the ones to defeat Rita once and for all. The 5 Power Coins hold the ancient power of the dinosaur, and with the Morphers that power will be harnessed and can transform you all in the Power Rangers." said Zordon, as the 5 Buckler-shaped morphers appeared at the waists of each person. "Eijin, the strength of the Mastodon will give you the role of the Black Ranger. Zoey, the grace of the Pterodactyl will make you the Pink Ranger. Justin, the tenacity of the Triceratops will make you the Blue Ranger. Bonnie, the cunning of the Saber-Tooth Tiger will make you the Yellow Ranger."

Marcus stepped back, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"And leading them, Marcus, you will harness the power of the Tyrannosaurus as the Red Ranger."

Marcus chuckled, "You can't be serious..." he stared directly at the head calling himself Zordon, "...you expect me to just immediately buy your story and lead some fight that you apparently failed to finish yourself? No way. Even if this is real, Rita is your problem, not mine. Besides, if you really have been watching me like you claim, then you know damn well that I'm no hero, not by a long shot."

"Please, Marcus, Zordon does not choose lightly. He is very wise and you can trust that he knows what he is-" Alpha started.

"It's alright, Alpha. Whether these young people accept the roles shown to them is their choice alone. If they do not feel up to it, then they are free to refuse the offer."

Marcus took his Morpher thing and held out for Alpha to take, but Zordon's voice stopped him.

"No, Marcus, you may keep that Morpher for yourself. It will help protect you from Rita's inevitable attacks on the city."

"Whatever." said Marcus, walking toward a door he hoped would lead out of there. When he walked outside, Marcus cursed under his breath, "This is way outside of town! Ugh, it'll take forever to walk back..." he took some steps forward and slowed himself as he could see the monster in the distance, the one called Goldar, still swinging his massive sword around. Marcus sighed, he was probably walking home to his death, but damn it, how could that floating head guy just expect him to clean up after his mistakes? If these Morphers were so powerful, why didn't Zordon use them himself? Marcus shook his head, trying not to think about it. It was none of his concern, after all.