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It was sunset at Angel Grove Park, many of the kids and people that could normally be found hanging around and picnicking were packing up and beginning to empty out of the area. However, there were still a couple of people here and there, mostly just couples making out on benches are taking a romantic stroll. It was actually quite picturesque, but it also seemed too quiet at times, such as now. The tranquil quiet didn't last too much longer, as grey and white figures began appearing as if being teleported by some unseen force. The few couples that were around naturally began to flee, but some putties already closing in on a young mother sitting at a bench with her baby stroller nearby. The putties made their characteristic blubbering sound as they inched closer to their prey, when all of a sudden a red laser hit one in the back and knocked it flat on the ground. The other putties and the woman looked to where the shot came from to see a figure in red and white tights with a t-rex shaped helmet on his head, a smoking blaster in his hand.

"Shh..." whispered Vergil West, the Red Ranger who had come to the rescue, "...you'll wake the baby." he said softly before promptly shooting another Putty down as they formed up around him, giving the woman and her baby a much-needed opening to flee. With the innocent people now fully out of harm's way, Vergil spoke at normal volume, "So Zedd couldn't take a Power Ranger down so he started targeting little babies?" he quipped as he ducked under a Putty's hook and promptly shot it in the gut, "I'm disappointed in you Lord Zedd." said Vergil, as if Zedd were actually there to hear him, though truth be told Zedd was likely observing the fight from his throne and was probably fuming about that remark.

The fight continued in that pattern more or less. A Putty would attack Vergil and he would either duck, jump, or lean out of the way and counter by shooting it with his blaster. After a handful went down, Vergil started getting impatient, "Power Sword!" he called, willing the sword into his grip from out of nowhere. With the Power Sword in one hand and his blaster in the other, it was only a matter of time before the Putty squad was cut to pieces and/or shot down. Once they were gone, Vergil heard the familiar beep of his communicator as he powered down into civilian form, "I read you, Zordon." he said into his watch-like communicator after making sure no one was around.

"Did you find them?" answered a deep, wise voice muffled somewhat like a voice on a phone or radio.

"Negative," responded Vergil, using the military-like mannerisms he'd inherited from his family, "either the scan was off or I just missed them. Found some Putties, though, but they've been neutralized and the area secured."

"It's getting late in the evening, so it's likely that the target went home for rest. We will perform another scan tomorrow and you'll hopefully be able to find them then. Get some rest for now, Vergil, you've earned it."

"Copy that, Zordon." said Vergil, again sounding like his dad or one of his brothers with his mannerisms, "Ranger-1, out." he clicked off the communicator and sighed, beginning the walk home to his apartment for a good night's sleep, "I hope he knows what he's doing." he muttered to himself as he walked, "Because personally, I don't think we need more Rangers."

Zoey let out a yawn as she finished up her work for the day, unpacking and shelving books, helping the occasional customer that couldn't find the book they wanted. Searching for the book, only to discover they didn't have it in stock, and watching said searcher frown and walk away. This was what happened on a daily basis for Zoey, waking up and heading to work at a bookstore. Some would of found it boring, to Zoey it was something to do and something that allowed her to keep food on the table and a roof over her head. When it was time for her break, she sat in the back room and chatted with her mother while eating. She wouldn't have time to visit her today, but a phone call would suffice for now. Still it didn't raise her spirits. Her mother kept saying that she felt better, but to Zoey all she could hear was the life leaving her mother and she couldn't stand it.

After a rather swift lunch, she worked well into the evening until her boss pulled her aside and told her she was done for the day. She wasted no time in getting out of their, hanging her apron on the hook, and replacing said green apron with her black leather jacket and slinging her guitar onto her back. This was what she had been looking forward to all day. Something to get her mind off of books and her mother. Something that excited her and could a smile on her face. She had a gig, one that she had been looking forward for the entire week. Her father and brothers would be there to cheer her on. Just the thought of it made a smile come to her face.

And so, it was with that thought in mind, did Zoey pick up her pace to reach her destination. The streets were desolate and dark, and it caused a shiver to race down her spine. She turned up the collar of her jacket and continued down the street towards the local cafe in which she would be performing when a strange sound suddenly distracted her and stopped her in her tracks. Rounding the corner, her hazel eyes landed on a rather strange scene. A young man fighting off a group of strange clay like creatures. She blinked several times, unsure of what she was actually seeing. Her skipped a beat, as she watched said creatures tackle the man to the ground and before she knew it, she was crossing the street and landing a well aimed punch to the face of one of the creatures.

She recoiled and cried out from the sharp pain in her wrist, drawing the attention of some of the creatures. Her eyes went wide, as she took a step back, "Oh God. What was I thinking?" she asked herself, before swinging her guitar case around using it as a shield to protect herself as the clay like creatures charged at her. Using the last of her energy, she fended quite a few off sending them flying back on their butts, but soon she was over powered as well, and knocked to the ground. The only protection coming from her guitar case.

As he walked through the park, Vergil stopped and sighed when he heard an annoyingly familiar sound, "Again?" he groaned, ducking behind a tree for cover when he saw the Putties piling onto a couple other people, "No rest for the wicked." he mumbled as he reached for his buckler-shaped morpher, "It's Morphing time!" he called out from his hiding place as a brief flash of red came from where he was hiding, "Tyrannosaurus!" he finished the morphing call and quickly slipped out from behind the tree, blaster in hand and shooting at the putties on top to get them off the people they were ambushing.

"Hey, were you guys looking for me?" asked Vergil as he immediately brought out his Power Sword from thin air and holding it defensively while pointing his blaster threateningly at the Putties who were now more interested in him than in the humans they were just attacking. A quick threat assessment and Vergil noticed that this was a mixed batch of Putties. Some were dark grey with black squiggly lines on their chest while others appeared to be white with breastplates sporting Z-shaped emblems on circular centerpieces. "Uh oh... what's with you darker colored guys? Where's your emblem?" he asked as he shot at a few of the Z-less Putties while quickly dispatching the others with quick jabs and kicks aimed at the Z-emblem which would cause them to crumble into pieces of dry clay.

What Vergil didn't know was that the darker Putties belonged to Rita Repulsa, and not Lord Zedd like the ones he'd faced until now, "What's the matter, giving up?" he asked as some of the surviving putties backed off and faded away with a green color. They had apparently had enough and were backing off for now. The Red Ranger's sword vanished and he quickly holstered his blaster with a classy gun twirl before rushing over to the guy, who seemed more beat up than the other (a girl) had been. Kneeling down, Vergil quietly helped the guy to his feet. He might have a few bruises here and there but that seemed to be worst of it. Nothing was broken and he certainly wasn't dead.

"You two alright?" asked Vergil, skipping the introductions for obvious reasons. Before he could get an answer, he heard a peculiar beeping and Vergil brought out a weird scanner-like device that he hovered over both of them. When it made some more strange noises, the Power Ranger sighed, "Interesting... well it looks like my job is done here. Get home safely." and without waiting for a response, he seemed to turn into a red blob of light that shot upward as if it were being transported.

"You're positive about this?" asked Zordon after Vergil relayed what had happened to him. It had been a few minutes and Vergil returned to the Command Center, a high-tech facility hidden outside of Angel Grove. Within were computers with blinking lights manned by a small, frantic robot. In the center of it all was a large cylindrical tube housing a big floating head. This was Zordon of Eltar, and the robot was Alpha 5.

"Yes I am, seems I found two matches." said Vergil, gesturing to a set of 4 Morphers like his own, each one with a coin fixed in it with a unique creature etched into it, "I found one for the Mastodon and one for the Pterodactyl. The Black and Pink Rangers."

"Good. Go home and get some rest for now. We will formally introduce ourselves to them in the morning." answered Zordon, after which Vergil was teleported out of the Command Center and straight back to his apartment so he could get soe uninterrupted rest.

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Up on the Moon, in a dark, archaic palace, an evil figure sat on a throne. He looked like skinless person wearing a skeleton on the outside. In his hand was a metal staff with a sharp Z on the end. Standing around his throne was a woman in a funny dress, a gold sphinx-like creature with wings, and a few others. They were Goldar, Finster, Squat, Baboo, Rita Repulsa, and finally Lord Zedd was the one on the throne.

"Bah! Stupid Red Ranger! I thought you said he was powerless?" whined Rita in a mocking tone.

"He's powerless against ME you whining little twit!" snapped Zedd in a deep, gravelly voice that seemed to echo slightly, "Now don't let me hear another squeal out of you or so help me I'll put you back in that dumpster where I found you!" he yelled, pointing his staff at her threateningly, causing her to back off in fear.

"You fools obviously don't comprehend what I've accomplished with that last attack, do you?" asked Zedd, briefly laughing, "That pathetic Red Ranger found two potential Power Rangers..."

"Two more? Ugh, I'm getting a headache just thinking about that..." grumbled Rita.

"Ah, but now I know that Zordon is desperate to fill in the ranks of the Rangers. Which means I know exactly who we'll be targeting when next we attack! I'll see those potential Rangers destroyed before Zordon can even give them a Power Coin! HAHAHAHA!"

With each blow that was dealt to the case of her guitar, she quickly regretted every getting involved and trying to help the man. She was all ready scared out of her wits, not having a clue what these creatures were, but on top of that they felt the need to make incessant noise, which annoyed her to no end. But as soon as they attacked, their rather short attention spand dragged them away from her and towards another opponent, this one clearly capable of handling the creatures. A man dressed in a red suit stood before them sword and blaster in hand. From her spot on the ground, she watched as said masked hero beat many of the creatures to a pulp, before the others scattered away.

At that moment she all most wanted to cheer, but instead resolved not to and managed to finally pull herself to her feet. Her eyes fell on the man who had been originally attacked by the creatures. Minus a few bruises he would make it through the attack just fine. At least he hadn't ended up in a worse condition. Idly, Zoey swung her guitar case back onto her back and took a step forward, just as the masked figure asked if they were all right.

"Just dandy, thanks," Zoey said, giving a slight salut. But before she could say anything else a strange scanner hovered over them, beeping and whirring. Zoey looked from the strange device to the figure before them, her night going from normal to completely weird in a matter of moments. Of course, before she could even ask the figure a question he was gone in a red blur and she was left alone with the man who had been attacked. She sighed, and quickly reached for her phone, dialing her band manager.

Immediately she pulled her phone away from her ear, her manager screaming right off the bat. She rubbed her temples. "Josh, I can't play the gig tonight. I'm...um...not feeling well." But before her manager could scream any more at her, she hung up the phone and slid it back into her pocket. Her resolve was that in the morning things would have calmed down a bit, and she could make up some story to explain why she hadn't showed up. In all reality, she was tired and personally didn't want to stay out on the streets any longer than she wanted to. Her eyes fell on the man before her, he was about the same age as her. She made her way over, and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Interesting day huh?" She began sliding her hands into her pockets, "You're all right, aren't you?" she asked, looking at his face clearly. He looked as if he had one of the worst days of his life, even before this had happened. Zoey knew that this wasn't any of her business, but she at least wanted to make sure he wasn't really hurt.

Zoey smiled as Carmel answered her question. He was rather kind and polite, that she had noticed right off the back. It was a bit of difference, and something that had become quite uncommon in young men this day and age. Her eyes drifted to his car, where a rather sizable dent had occurred. She frowned. He was definitely having quite the day. But he didn't show a stitch of anger, and he didn't flip out, and she suddenly found herself wondering if it was because she was standing there beside him. She drifted off into her own thoughts until she was brought out of her reverie by his question about whether or not she played guitar.

She chuckled, "Oui, I've been playing since I was in middle school," she said as she shifted her bag again, listening to the precious cargo that was within. Nothing rattled which was a good sign. Hopefully her guitar had survived the battery that she had just went through. She didn't have the money at the moment to get her guitar fixed if it was broken, or buy a new one. That was completely out of the question. Asking her parents for money was a no go as well. Her mother needed to be taken care of, so that was not an option. Shaking the thought from her head, she returned her gaze to Carmel who had just introduced himself.

"Carmel, nice name," she said with a smile before introducing herself, "The names Zoey, nice to meet you." she said, her accent slightly apparent as she said her name. She was about to bid herself adieu when Carmel offered her a ride home. She weighed her options, did she really want to risk walking home by herself and get attacked by those creatures again, or have something else happen to her? She had all ready missed her gig, and all of her energy had been zapped from the tussle that had just occurred. She sighed, realizing that her band manager was going to kill her tomorrow. Might as well get home safely to ensure a good nights sleep before she had to face her incessant band manager in the morning. With a smile she turned her gaze back to Carmel.

"Merci beaucoup! I would greatly appreciate it. Though, I hope I'm not causing you too much trouble," she said with a slight nod. "I live about 10 minutes from here, I'll point you in the right direction."

She was thankful that Carmel offered her a ride home. He didn't have to, in fact he could of gone about his business. But the simple fact that he wanted to make sure nothing happened to her was rather sweet, and something she wasn't quite use to.

Overall it was a smooth and comfortable ride back to her apartment. Upon arrival, Carmel being the gentlemen that he was opened the door for her and didn't leave until she was at the front of her apartment building. He even waved to her before leaving. Slightly dumbfounded she simply smiled and waved back before entering the apartment building. She was greeted by the security guard behind his desk, nodding off to the music that was playing from his headphones. Zoey sighed and idly made her way up the stairs towards her own apartment situated comfortably on the second floor. The halls were silent, sending an eerie chill down her spine. But she arrived at her apartment without a problem, and quickly unlocked the door to be greeted by small paws and a gruff woof as her greeting.

A small German Shepherd puppy was at her feet, begging for attention and his long awaited dinner. Setting her guitar case down against the wall, she picked her puppy up and nuzzled his nose against her own before setting him back down. "Come on Beau," she said with a flick of her wrist as she motioned the pup to follow her to the kitchen. Even as she set about getting things ready, her mind was elsewhere, filled with thoughts of the red suited stranger that had come to her and Carmel's rescue and the gentlemen she had met in the process. A rather handsome one at that. She was excited that she had even met someone like that, and she wasn't even sure if she would see him again.

Grabbing a bottled water from the fridge she made her way to her bedroom, tossing her leather jacket to the floor, and removing the jewelry that was on her wrist and fingers. She then changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt before collapsing onto her bed and staring at the ceiling, letting out a comfortable sigh. She wasn't tired, the excitement from tonight, fighting those creatures and being saved had revved her up. Beau didn't sense that since he simply hopped up in the bed with her and fell right to sleep, his ears twitching this way and that as he did so. She sighed and waited for sleep to take her as she knew it would eventually, still she found herself hoping that wouldn't be her last time seeing Carmel, and that she would see him again someday.

Vergil didn’t do much after being teleported home. He turned his oven up to 400 degrees and popped in a frozen TV dinner consisting of country-fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, and apple cinnamon desert. Not exactly a 5-star meal, but it was food nonetheless. While dinner was in the oven, he clicked on the TV before opening a small cage to check on Iggy. Iggy, which is short for Icarus, was a little white mouse Vergil often found himself venting to. The mouse wasn’t originally Vergil’s, in fact Iggy used to belong to Ash before his death, and Vergil simply took the little guy in as a last favor for Ash. The only pet Vergil actually owned was a Labrador named Duke that was too big for the apartment, and so the dog stayed with Vergil’s Aunt Theresa (the only relative not angry with him).

Vergil changed Iggy’s drinking water and gave him some fresh food. Luckily the cage didn’t need cleaning for the moment but it would certainly need it tomorrow. By the time it took Vergil to feed and water Iggy, his own dinner was finished cooking and so he sat down in front of his TV with the TV dinner and a can of Diet Dr. Pepper resting on a dinner tray in front of him. The channel that had been playing this whole time was the news, but what caught Vergil’s attention was the report being made about various attacks by what was largely believed to be thugs in wet-suits wearing masks, but Vergil knew those were Putty Patrollers. The reports mostly talked about the attackers appearing in the Park and at the Youth Center only to be fought off another person in a red suit, which meant they were talking about Vergil in ranger form. Thankfully, it was just assumed to be publicity stunts of some kind and there was no real danger. The last thing Angel Grove needed was to know that an evil Sorcerer was trying to conquer the world.

After finishing with his dinner, Vergil clicked off the TV as he stood up to throw his trash away. He made a quick sweep across the apartment to make sure door and windows were locked before he shut the lights off and went to bed. As he lay in his queen-sized bed, Vergil thought a bit about what had transpired today, He had actually managed to find two Power Ranger candidates, and he was going to have to convince them to leave their old lives behind in favor of fighting off an evil sorcerer and his minions. As he fell asleep, he could only hope that Zordon could convince them as easily as he had convinced Ash and Vergil a year ago, because Vergil surely didn’t have the people skills required for that task.

Vergil awoke at his regular time, 4:30 A.M. A habit like that would seem a little extreme to most people, but Vergil wanted to ensure that he covered all areas of his training before officially starting his day. The schedule had Vergil wake up at 4:30, and use the apartment complex’s recreation room downstairs for a mile-run on a treadmill. After that, he actually went to roof of his building, where he had a punching bag set up, for the rest of his morning training. First, Vergil would spend an hour or so boxing the punching bag and practicing his kicks. After that, he switched to sword practice, which he did by using a wooden replica of his Power Sword that he carved himself. At around 6:30, he would return to his apartment where he would take an hour or so to tend to Iggy as well shower and get dressed for the day. However, his training wasn’t quite done. Vergil kept a .38 pistol that he regularly took to the firing range for shooting practice for another hour. All this training was to make absolutely sure he could make full use of his Ranger weapons during actual battles. He picked up this habit from Ash. When he first started his career as a Ranger, Vergil tended to struggle in battle sometimes, because he would rely extensively on shooting Putties with his blaster only to be screwed whenever they manage to knock his blaster from his hand. From then on, Vergil made it a habit to train both his shooting skills as well as his melee skills.

By the time that entire morning routine was finished, it was usually around 8-8:30 in the morning. Having just came back from his shooting practice; Vergil first locked his pistol in its hiding place, and then went to kitchen to prepare his breakfast. Unlike the TV dinner last night, breakfast usually included a couple of fried eggs, bacon and a little sausage along with both a cup of coffee and glass of orange juice. Unlike most people, Vergil didn’t have to worry about going to work in the morning. This was because Vergil worked night security at Angel Grove Mall from around 4 P.M. to midnight or so, allowing him to have the daytime to himself. He felt this was the best thing to do strategically, as he noticed early on that Zedd tended to launch his attacks in the middle of the day, so this way Vergil was almost always available to respond to Putty attacks. Yesterday, as well as today, was Vergil’s two days off for the week which changed every now and then but was usually either Friday and Saturday or Sunday and Monday for the most part.

Just as he finished the dishes, Vergil heard the familiar beep of his communicator, “Good morning, Red Ranger, I trust you are ready to recruit your team today? Report to the Command Center and we’ll introduce ourselves to your new teammates.” Said the voice of Zordon as Vergil clicked the communicator on.

“Copy that,” responded Vergil, “ready for teleportation.” And with that, he became a blur of red light as he was transported to the Command Center. Once there, Vergil noticed that Zordon had both the people from yesterday on the View Globe, a spherical device capable of monitoring just about anyone or any place on the planet.

“You sure now is a good time to bring them here?” asked Vergil, “I’m willing to bet they don’t work nights like I do and probably have jobs to report to this morning…” he commented as he watched the Viewing Globe.

‘I will be alright.” Assured Zordon, “Alpha, is the teleportation ready?”

“Ready and waiting, Zordon.” Chimed Alpha, his fingers ready to input commands.

“Initiate the teleport.” Commanded Zordon as the Robot input the commands that would teleport Carmel and Zoey from wherever they were to the Command Center in blurs of Black and Pink light respectfully.

Vergil crossed his arms in anticipation, keeping silent and quite contempt to let Zordon do all the talking.

“Greetings, I am Zordon of Eltar.” Zordon would say as soon as the teleportation was complete. He would give them a similar speech he gave to Ash and Vergil way back when. He emphasized that the Earth’s survival depended on them answering the call to be Power Rangers. No wonder Vergil had so easily been convinced to become a Ranger, Zordon a charismatic way with words.

“You have seen for yourself what Lord Zedd’s forces are capable of, and that there is only a lone Power Ranger currently standing in his way of world conquest. That is why I have called the two of you here, to join Vergil in the fight against Lord Zedd. Vergil will lead you, and teach all you will need to know about your weapons and powers.” Zordon said, finishing the speech, “I am not here to draft you, however. Just as I said to Vergil when I recruited him, the decision to accept the Power is yours and yours alone to make.”

To say the least Zoey was on cloud nine when she awoke the next morning, her thoughts elsewhere as she got ready for her day, Beau following her every step of the way. Her thoughts went back to what she was sure was a dream. Creatures attacking her, and then herself being eventually saved by the man in red. And finally her thoughts concluded with the handsome gentlemen known as Carmel. She hoped to the heavens that that hadn't been a dream. She remembered him clearly, and as she waltz around her apartment grabbing her guitar case and jacket, a wide smile was painted onto her face. This smile was only interrupted when she was finally ready to go and opened her door to find her irate manager in her face. A frown immediately spread across her face.

"Someone's happy," he said annoyance in his voice.

"Was. And can we talk about this later?" Zoey asked, crossing her arms.

"No. You told me some bull last night and cost me quite a bit of money. So where were you?"

"I told you what happened. I got sick and went home," she replied sternly, no longer wanting to continue the conversation.

"Bull. Tell me what happened, or perhaps I'll just hold up on giving you you're share of the dough," he replied, crossing his arms.

"You wouldn't! I need that money!" Zoey hollered.

Her manager simply smiled and awaited the truth. Too bad Zoey couldn't tell him what had really happened. He would of though she was crazy an deep down she knew that their was no reasoning with this guy. Balling her fist Zoey stared her manager down, anger coursing through her veins. One hand went to the handle of her door, while the other went to her hip.

"Espèce de salaud méprisable! Allez vous en!" Zoey hollered, watching the confused look on her managers face as she called him a despicable bastard in french and told him to go away. She quickly slammed the door after that, locking it tightly before stepping away.

She was about to retailiate with a slew of french insults, but before she could do anything she was surrounded by a pink energy. One moment she was in her apartment and the next she was in a room filled with wildly beeping machines and colorful lights with a wizened head looking down at her from the inside of a tube. She swallowed hard and felt her head, wondering if she had actually come down with something. She looked to her left and came to the conclusion that she was since standing beside her was none other than Carmel.

"Pincez-moi. Je dois rêver," she said to herself as the floating head introduced himself as Zordon of Eltar. Even though she was sure this was just a dream, she listened to Zordon. When he mentioned Vergil, her eyes moved to the young man who was standing apart from them. Her eyes then darted back to Zordon as he finished speaking.

Apart of her quickly said that she wasn't right for the job. But then an image of the creatures from the night before, and what could happen to her family should those creatures go after them. She swallowed hard, her mind filled with thoughts of her little siblings and parents and wanting to protect them from harm. She was all ready going through a hard time with her mother slowly deteriorating, she wasn't about to lose her prematurely. She was brought out of her reverie as Carmel spoke and accepted Zordon's offer.

"I'll do it. I want to protect my family," Zoey said, her voice confident and decision made. For the first time in a long time, she was sure she had made the right decision. She was quite sure that she wasn't dreaming, but still apart of her was ready to be woken up. It never happened, so instead she ready herself for protecting Earth and everyone that she cared about.

Vergil stayed quiet through Zordon's speech, cocking an eyebrow at how quickly they were to sign up for the job. Had it seemed this easy when Vergil was recruited? Not that he was about to complain about it, since that meant all the more effort could be put into getting these recruit acquainted with the Ranger technology. That task, as Zordon decided, would fall to Vergil. He would act as both the leader of the team and as a Drill Instructor of sorts in teaching them how to morph and pilot the Zords. When the speech was over and the two candidates readily accepted Zordon's offer, Vergil uncrossed his arms and approached his new team.

Sitting on a small table put in front of Zordon's tube was a silver briefcase, "Vergil West, Designation: Ranger Red..." said Vergil, formally introducing himself in as professional a manner as possible. As he said that, he slid the briefcase around and opened it to reveal four buckler-like devices, each one sporting a gold coin fixed in the center, "It'll be my job to teach you two the necessary basics of what we do and how we do it." as he spoke, he picked two of the 4 devices from the briefcase, making this seem very much like a military briefing.

"These are your Morphers." he said while giving the Pterodactyl Morpher to Zoey and the Mastodon one to Carmel, "They are what allows us to become Power Rangers. Note that each Morpher is fixed with a gold coin. On that coin is the image of a specific species of prehistoric animal. Memorize the name of that animal, because it serves as the voice-activated password that activates the Morpher and turns you into a Ranger." with this, his gaze snapped to Zoey's direction.

"You're name is Zoey if I'm not mistaken?" he asked her, though it was more of a statement, "Your designation, for future reference, is Ranger Pink, the Pterodactyl." he informed her, and then snapped his attention to Carmel without waiting for a response, "Carmel? Your designation will be Ranger Black, the Mastodon." with that he turned toward the briefcase, "And I, if you couldn't tell, am Ranger Red, the Tyrannosaurus."

He retrieved two more devices from the briefcase. They looked like silver wrist-watches, "These communicators will allow us to stay in contact, both with the Command Center and with each other. They also allow us access to the Command Center's teleportation system so that we can transport ourselves to and the from the Command Center at our own discretion." he said this as he gave one to both Zoey and Carmel.

"Now, if you'll direct your attention to the Viewing Globe..." he said as he showed them a spherical device in the corner of the facility, "...through this device I can show you just who you'll be defending the Earth against. Fire it up, Alpha." he told the robot who started tweaking with the controls, when suddenly the sphere became static-y like a TV set being turned on.

What followed was a series of images being shown of the enemy forces. First and foremost were the Putty Patrollers, who Vergil explained were the grunts of Lord Zedd's Empire. Next came the image of a woman in very silly-looking dress carrying a staff. Vergil explained that this was Rita Repulsa, a witch who had been imprisoned on the Moon for 10,000 years and that Lord Zedd had recently succeeded in freeing her. Vergil then gave them the rundown on the rest of Rita and Zedd's followers, namely Finster (the scientist who creates Putties and Monsters from clay via a magical machine) and Goldar, their general and a formidable combatant, stronger than any Putty or run-of-the-mill monster. Finally, Vergil showed them Lord Zedd, the man himself. The image was disturbing, showing what appeared to be a demonic being with a silver exo-skeleton, carrying a staff with a Z on the tip. Vergil explained that Zedd was a powerful sorcerer and self-proclaimed Emperor of Evil, and that he could pretty handily back those claims as a very formidable fighter. Just to solidify his statement, Vergil showed them an image that he to this day still had nightmares about. It was a video feed, showing Lord Zedd outright humiliating a Red Ranger in battle. No matter how determined the Ranger was, he couldn't so much as land a single blow on Lord Zedd and was, to put it simply, thoroughly curb-stomped. The feed was cut before the Ranger's forced De-Morph could reveal his identity, but the look of irritation on Vergil's face made it pretty clear that the Ranger that had been so soundly defeated was him.

"If you're getting second thoughts now..." said Vergil, uncharacteristically losing his professionalism, "...then I won't blame you for backing out now. But be warned that once you morph for the first time... that's it, no going back. The Morphers will bond with your DNA, making it impossible for anyone else but you to use them... unless you're destroyed of course." he looked at them, obviously wanting a final confirmation of their decision before he moved on with the lessons and taught them how to Morph.

A fashionable girl made her exit from the institute, strutting down the sidewalk like a celebrity, holding her golden purse with her right arm and wearing sunglasses that she bought the day before at the local mall. Since it was her day off from work, she didn't have to change into the usual white shirt, and black dress pants today. The rest of the day was free for her to do anything in the city of Los Angeles. Go to party at a nightclub, call some of her friends and go out to eat, or just sit and develop a conversation.

Yards away from her 2005 Camaro, she caught a glimpse of something hiding behind a dumpster near a restaurant. She literally had to look twice to see what she couldn't believe. Someone in a silver costume, and his mask looked hideous; a jagged white face, and eyes as dark as charcoal. He was creeping around, looking at the sky like something was coming to get him, but once he saw her, he started to creep towards her.

The sight of him just gave her the shivers, so she went into her purse searching for her keys. It was stuffed with so much junk, so of course it was going to be a while to find them. When she looked straight ahead of her car, the man in the costume was peeking from behind the school building. That's when she had a puzzled expression, thinking that the man might have "quickly shifted" his way to that location, but when she looked straight at the dumpster, the same man was there. Even closer to her than he was before.

"What the....", The girl said to herself, "What does Hollywood audition for these days?"

Continuing her "scavenger hunt" for her keys, She watched as the numbers of men in that hideous costume, started to multiply by 2, strolling towards her. Four more, six more. 14 men in silver costumes were approaching the girl in a rather unusual fashion.

"Am I getting punked?"

The pace at finding her keys was raising in speed, hurrying before these men try to rob her, or rape her. She searched until she felt metal clinging together with her finger; her keys. As soon as she could reach for the lock, she noticed, by the reflected of her window, one of the men charging at her, preparing to jump kick her, but as she evaded sideways, the kick landed on her car door, scuffing the paint with the attacker's footprint. At the sight of that, the girl's expression altered from fright, to anger.

“You scuffed my car!”, She yelled out, she quickly reached into her purse for a silver container, and as the man went for a punch, she unleashed the bottle out, smearing pepper spray all over the man's face. A second man, however, landed a kick on her stomach, making her land on the road, and drop her purse along the way. She made a grunt, before the man that kicked was preparing to stomp at her, but was evaded by her rolling away from him. She stood back up to her feet at boxing stance.

“Alright then, I'll fight in a dress if I have to.”

Performing the usual routine, she took off her earrings and sunglasses, throwing them next to her purse. Her hair was already in a ponytail, so there was no need to search for a band. As the second man ran towards her, preparing to deliver a jab to the face, the girl lifted a quick knee to the man's stomach, and as he bent over from the impact, she released an uppercut, simple enough to have him fall with his back to the ground.

Two more men, a few yards away from her, began to make their move. The girl, charging toward them as well, hopped up into a mid jump, kicking both of the men.

Landing on her feet, she watched as the remaining 10 were rushing towards the girl.

“Ugh! Why is there so many of them?”

She ran to her purse, and fallen items, heading to unlock the car door with her keys. The men were getting closer to closer to her, which was how she grew anxious on turning on the engine. Once she heard the engine kick, she felt relieved. She closed the door, before locking it, and stomping on the gas, giving her car a jolt forward.

Aiming at the men, she turned the steering wheel so fast that her car drifted along the parking lot, creating some black marks on the road from her wheels. Once the men were close enough, she pushed the gas petal, letting the Camaro speak for itself, running over quite a few of the men.

She looked behind her car to see them again, before driving off from the school parking lot, heading to her apartment. Expressing fright with some exhaustion, she was panting at a light pace. She was lucky to escape the men without a scratch on her body.

As Vergil spoke, Zoey found herself questioning whether all of this we're real, for perhaps the hundredth time that day. It was a little much to take in, and for a moment Zoey actually thought she might of made the wrong decision. But she swallowed that fear and instead accepted the buckler and communicator that Vergil had handed her. As she looked at the buckler, she repeated Pterodactyl to herself, though she was sure she wouldn't forget something as important as that. If that word was the only thing that would allow her to morph, then there was now way that she was going to forget it.

"Well that seems simple enough," Zoey said to herself as Vergil explained that the prehistoric beast that was in the middle of the coin would only react to said voice command. Then again, who could forget a creature with the name Pterodactyl?

As she but on the communicator, her hazel eyes drifted towards the viewing globe. For a moment, it reminded her of a TV, as static played across it. But that was soon replaced by a showing of the greater evil that they would be fighting. Her eyes went wide as she took in the form, or lack there of, of Lord Zedd. She watched as a lone red ranger attacked Lord Zed relentlessly and yet nothing changed. The fight was still in the Lord Zedd's favor. The video ended before the red ranger powered down, but she saw the look on Vergil's face which confirmed that he was the one on the screen that had gotten beaten to a pulp. If Vergil couldn't beat him then what were the chances that she could? Or anyone else for that matter.

She look one last look at the buckler that she held in her hands. She had the power to protect those that were important to her. She just wasn't going to turn away and give up said power. If Zordon and Vergil believed that they could protect and ward of Lord Zedd then who was she to refuse such a gift. A small smile played upon her lips as she looked up, her decision made, even after learning everything.

"I'm staying as well. You guys can't have all the fun," Zoey said with a grin. She was ready to protect her family and the world from evil. Though she would of never guessed that she would be picked for the job. Though it was too late to turn back. She had accepted, and it was now her duty to keep her world and family safe from harm.

He could hardly believe it, but it looked like Vergil was gonna have wing-men after all. He nodded, deciding it was time to teach them the Morphing procedure, but not before Zordon spoke one more time, "Rangers, I must ask that you follow three basic guidelines." he said as the 3 Rangers turned their attention to him. Vergil had heard the upcoming speech once before, but listened anyway, "First, you must never use your power for personal gain, for that can lead you down a path of corruption to evil. Second, you must never escalate a fight unless Lord Zedd forces you to do so. And finally, no one must know that you are a Power Ranger. If you do these things and never lose hope, then The Power will protect you."

Vergil nodded, "He's right. The last thing we need is for the city to start panicking because of Lord Zedd's attacks. So far the battles have been passed off as publicity stunts, and it would be best to keep it that way for as long as possible." he told them, then gestured toward the door, "Follow me, and we'll head outside for a training session-" but he was interrupted by a buzzing alarm.

"Oh no. Aye yi yi yi yi. Rangers, look at the Viewing Globe." said Alpha in alarm.

Putting the lessons aside for a moment, Vergil turned his attention to the Viewing Globe. It showed a squad of Putties attacking the Angel Grove Police Station, but there was something different about this attack. The Putties were being led by a dark blue Monkey-like figure in golden armor wielding a sword, "Goldar..." Vergil said, informing the newcomers of who the leading monster was, then quickly formed up with the other two rangers flanking him, "The city's not gonna save itself. Follow my lead and stay at my flanks. Looks like you guys are gonna learn by doing..." with that he reached behind him where he kept his morpher, "It's morphing time!" he said in a commanding tone. He pulled out his Morpher, twisting it around as he thrust it forward. Hopefully the others were following his lead.

"Tyrannosaurus!" Vergil called out, but only after giving Carmel and Zoey a chance to speak up first, deciding that he would be last in the roll call. Immediately, a brief flash of black, pink, and red enveloped the three rangers, morphing them and then teleporting them out of the Command Center and to the Police Station where Goldar and the Putties were attacking.

"Ah..." said Goldar in a gravelly voice, "...so the Red Ranger comes to play-" he stopped short when he noticed that Vergil was flanked by a Pink and Black Ranger, "What? There's three of you now? My master will not be pleased..." he said, almost dreading to face Lord Zedd after failing to prevent the two Rangers from being recruited, "But no matter... we have already found a 4th and my Putties will be destroying her even as we speak!"

"You're bluffing!" said Vergil. If there were any other candidates he would have found them, "Blasters ready!" he ordered, drawing his from its holster. The other two Rangers would find that their suit gave them some implanted instincts, namely how shoot their blasters and bring out their personal weapons, but it would also enhance their fighting ability somewhat until they trained more and become proficient on their own, "Fire!" he said and began shooting a volley of blaster shots at Goldar, presumably with the others following suit.

Unfortunately for the Rangers, Goldar wouldn't be so easily destroyed. He actually deflected all the shots with his sword and laughed at his success, "Ha! You'll have to do better than that, Rangers!" said Goldar as his Putties began flanking him, "Destroy them!" he commanded as he pointed his blade forward, the Putties charging forward.

"Just the way I like it..." Vergil said, holstering his blaster, "...Power Sword!" with that a sword appeared in his hand and he dashed forward, seeming to run in slow motion as he charged right into the putties, cutting through their center ranks and then rushing Goldar himself. He was confident the other two could handle the Putties while he dealt with Goldar.

Cue Fight Music

Zoey was somewhat surprised at which the rate of things were going. They had had just accepted the role of protectors of Earth, and now Vergil was ready for all out training. Then again, that was expected since they were just brought into this predicament. Though her eyes went to Zordon who know began to speak of the rules. She saw this coming as well, they had a huge responsibility on their hands and rules would help keep them on the right course. And she would abide by these rules, something that had been drilled into her since she was a kid, by her father who happened to be a strict, follow the rules cop. Others thought she would turn out rebellious, but she showed them other wise. Though just as they were about to go out for training, Alpha began to cry out causing her to jump. A worried expression fell upon her face before her attention went to the viewing globe.

There she saw the brute known as Goldar. A monkey in a gold suit. If she were a bit younger she might of even found this to be quite humorous. But at the moment all she could think about was protecting the place she called home, and just how hideous he was. Her gaze went to her morpher as Vergil announced that it was morphing time. She followed his lead, and took the morpher into her hand, quickly repeating the name of her creature in her head before speaking out loud, hoping everything would work as Vergil had explained.

"Pterodactyl," she said sternly as a pink light fell over her. Once it dissipated, she was dressed in a pink suit that included a skirt. A utility belt was wrapped around her waist holding her power coin and a blaster was at her hip. She gently touched the helmet that was now on her head, her heart pounding out of her chest. This was both incredible and terrifying at the same time. But she was filled with a sort of adrenaline just being in the suit. The next thing she knew they were whisked away to the area in which Goldar was attacking.

One moment she was standing there listening to Goldar and Vergil exchange a few words and the next, it seemed as if the suit moved of it's own accord and took hold of the blaster. Before she had time to realize what she was doing she was shooting down putties with her blaster. Smiling she continued on fighting, enjoying the power that she now held. She didn't feel defenseless like she did when she was getting attacked by these creatures, and that was a reassuring feeling. Her mind fluttered to how Carmel could be reacting to all of this, but she was sure that he has handling it well, probably better than she ever could.

Leaping back to put some distance between herself and the putties, she then looked at both Vergil and Carmel and saw that both now held a melee weapon, Vergil's being a sword whilst Carmel was a rather large axe. She smiled, wondering if she would be able to figure hers out. With racing thoughts she called out several weapons until she arrived at Power Bow and a string-less bow appeared in her hands. The tips were sharpened at the end, and the bow was light in her hands. She quickly pulled back as if the string was there and watched as a light appeared acting as the string. A pink arrow of energy materialized and letting the string go sent it speeding through the air towards the nearest putty, knocking it to the ground. A smile stretched across her face.

"I'm liking this more and more," she said as a two putties raced towards her. She swung her bow around using the sharpened ends as a weapon. Thankfully it worked. Taking up her stance again, she let a few more arrows fly reverting back to using her bow as a melee weapon if any of the putties got too close to her.

The fashionable girl returned to her apartment, parking as close to her home as possible. Exiting the car, she looked around for any signs of more "men in costumes" that would happened to return and lurk around the neighborhood. The pace of her footsteps were faster than normal. She had a huge grip of her purse. Because of her pepper spray being dropped into the street at the school, she was unfortunately unarmed.

She went to searching for her house keys in her purse, walking up the steps to her address; "2C", or at least that was what the sign on the door illustrated. Finding her house keys, silver as a knife, she hurried to insert her keys through the lock, and turned it until a loud "click" was heard, meaning that the ivory-painted door was unlocked. She scurried her way into the house, closed the door, and made her privacy more secure by sliding the chain lock, as well as locking the top and bottom.

She took a deep breath, feeling relieved that she was safe from harm, for now.