INTRO
Over the span of 19 years, Television has provided the U.S.'s young age with a show called the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers; and there have been 17 generations of Rangers. Ever since the 1st generation of Rangers, U.S. government Scientists and Engineers have been trying to create a real world-wide Morphing Grid, and have been trying to create real Ranger Powers.
For 18 years, this idea of a Morphing Grid seemed impossible to be created. Other countries such as the United Kingdom and Germany have tried to achieve this as well, yet they never succeeded in the task and gave up. Other countries like Japan and China wouldn't bother with this idea, seeing it as it was a false hope for world peace and that it could not be done.
It wasn't until one day; a man by the name of Giles Z. Gordon was able to make this idea into a reality. He was able to create the Morphing Grid with six Satellites called the Morphing Angels, generating beams of energy from Generators centered all over the world, and thus, the Morphing Grid was created, and so were the Powers of the 1st generation of Rangers.
Zords were also created. Creation had begun that first year, and it took all of 18 years to finish creating the Dinosaur Zords' robot technology including a mind of its own but controlled by the Wielder of the Ranger crystals, and they also included the combination Zord technology as well, where all Zords combine into one. Giles Z. Gordon also made this into reality, creating the mind melding of machine and human.
Now after 19 years of creating what cannot have been done, the United States Government now must generate with a super computer to find Six compatible soldiers around the country to wield these special powers, weapons, and Mechanical Machines.
Chapter 1: Recruitment
In Arlington Virginia, stood one of the most important buildings in the entire United States. This building had five sides and looked to be five stories high, hence its name; the Pentagon, Headquarters of the United States Department of Defense. On the top floor of the Pentagon, a lone Computer Scientist was hurrying through the halls of the massive office building, carrying yellow folders full of six person profiles. He was trying to find where his superior was. The Super Computer had finally found the compatible choices and it was time to bring them in and start their training.
A second later, the scientist rushing into a conference room, interrupting an important meeting between generals, scientist, and political figures alike. The man the scientist was looking for was standing at the end of the room.
"Gen. Murdock, sir," said the Scientist, jogging up and stopping in front of the officer breathing heavily.
"What is it, son?" The General asked his back to the scientist. He was a Caucasian man in his late 40s. His face was slender, old, and his eyes showed his experience and leadership. His suit was decorated with many military medals and badges. "What is it that you have to interrupt our important meeting? And it better be important!"
"Sir, we have the results!" the Scientist said breathlessly.
General J.R. Murdock, a veteran of 30 years in the United States Army, turned and faced the Scientist. "The results for the Ranger Initiative?" he asked.
The Scientist nodded and handed the files of the profiles to the General. "They're all here. They will be the ones who's DNA will work best with the Chrono Crystals."
General Murdock picked up the folder and began to look through the profiles of the persons. "Are you sure this is correct?" he asked, turning his skeptical eyes on the Scientist. "Some of these seem random and...unique," he finished in a disappointing tone.
"Well, the computer doesn't make mistakes, sir," the Scientist said, gulping down his nerves. The General looked down at the Scientist, then handed him back the folder.
"I thought we told you Soldiers only," General Murdock said.
"Yeah, well," the Scientist started, getting more nervous. "We did search through all the Soldiers that the U.S. had registered, but only one happened to be compatible. So, we had to widen the search to civilians and such."
Gen. Murdock sighed through his nose. "Fine, Bring 'em in," he ordered. The Scientist nodded and left the conference room. General Murdock turned back to the other officers and politicians. "I guess we just have to push the civilian aspect out of them to make them the soldiers they need to be." He spoke to the other officers and political figures who nodded in agreement.
It was midday and it was very cold, being the start of winter and all. A twenty one year old young woman was tiredly walking through her University's student center in the state of Texas. She wore a Murdock hoodie, blue jeans, and yellow converse, with a double-strapped backpack filled with the typical school supplies. She stood at five foot seven inches, had green eyes, with shoulder length, wavy blond hair, peach colored skin, and a cute and pretty face. She had finished one of her end of the semester exams and figured she scraped through enough to pass the class.
At the moment, the twenty one year old named Skye Edison, was on her way to lunch, passing other students trying to get to somewhere else. She had been looking at her phone while walking when she ran into a couple of men who stood their ground.
"Excuse me," Skye said, her eyes glued to her phone.
"Skylar Annabeth Edison?" One of the men in front of her asked. Skye looked up at the two men where she saw they were dressed in formal military uniforms.
"Yeah, I'm Skye," She said, her arms falling to her side. "How can I help you?"
"Everything will be explained once we get to the Pentagon," the other Soldier said, placing a hand onto Skye's arm.
"The Pentagon?" Skye repeated as the soldiers began to lead Skye away. "The Pentagon?"
"The one and only," the first soldier replied. "It's a matter of a country emergency, and you're involved."
"Are you serious? Me?" Skye said, as they trio exited the building. "Well, can I pack first?"
At the Los Angeles Police Academy, a tall, twenty one year old African American was being tested on the obstacle course; running, jumping, climbing, and crawling through many obstacles, including infiltrating a house and shooting down all the bad guy cardboard cutouts. He was tall, stood at 6'2, dark skinned, well-built, with brown eyes. His name was Jackson Washington and he was on his way to become one of L.A.'s finest.
After an hour of testing, the 21 year old African American left the Obstacle course and began to make his way back to the Police Dorm rooms. A friend of his, a short Caucasian man ran up to him.
"Hey, Jackson!" the man called, slowing down next to his friend. "So, how'd you think you did?" he asked.
Jackson wiped his face with a towel. "Hey, Roy," he greeted. "I think I did well enough to pass. You?"
"I don't know," Roy said with a shrug. "I kind of screwed up at the end with the house infiltration part. I shot a couple of innocents."
"Hey, don't worry about it man," Jackson spoke, opening the door to the dorms. "I'm sure you didn't do too bad..."
"Jackson Tyrone Washington!"
The two Academy trainees stopped and turned around to see two U.S. army Soldiers walk up to them. "Are you Jackson T. Washington?" one of the soldiers asked.
Jackson nodded and draped the towel over his shoulder. "Yeah, that's me. What's up?" he asked.
"We need you to come with us," the second soldier said, placing a hand onto Jackson's shoulder.
"Why?" Jackson asked, eyeing the Soldier who was touching him.
"You're being called up by the United States Government," the first soldier informed him. "We need you to come with us to the Pentagon."
"What!?" Roy cried. "You mean the Pentagon, the defense building in Virginia?" But Roy was ignored.
"Come along, Mr. Washington," the first Soldier commanded. "More will be explained to you when you get to the Pentagon."
"But what about my stuff?" Jackson asked as Roy watched his best friend being led away from the Dorms by the two soldiers.
"It's all taken care of."
It was the late afternoon and it was a very cold afternoon; the area was covered in snow. A 21 year old young woman of Chinese descent was walking through the halls of the Computer Science building near Massachusetts Institute of Technology. She wore a grey dress suit, with a one strap bag hanging off her shoulder. She had blue piercing eyes, black shoulder-length hair that was in a ponytail, apricot colored skin, stood at 5'6, and wore thin black squared glasses.
She was walking through the fifth floor of the building that was filled with many cubicles that held people on their computers, typing away and working on computer programs. The twenty one year old woman walked to the end of the row to her own cubicle, and sat down in front of her computer.
"Melanie Mai Chang," spoke someone.
The twenty one year old's head shot up and saw a couple of U.S. Soldiers standing at her cubicle. "Yes?" she said.
"You are to come with us please," said one of the soldiers. "You are being called by the U.S. Government, for the matter of U.S. urgency."
"Um, okay," Melanie said reluctantly and stood to her feet. "Why?"
"We don't know," the soldier said, "We're only here to take you to the Pentagon, and everything will be informed to you once you get there."
"The Pentagon?" Melanie repeated, smiling a little.
"Yes, now please come with us," the soldier said. Melanie nodded and the Soldiers led her away.
In Portland, Oregon, a shop door rang as it opened, and in walked a couple of teenagers wearing Star Wars t-shirts, and laughing out. These teens were entering a Comic book shop, and behind the counter, sat a twenty year old guy, leaning on the glass counter, reading a Spiderman Comic. He wore a Batman hoodie, blue jeans and blue converse. He had short untidy blonde hair, hazel eyes, apricot colored skin, and stood at 5'6.
"Hey, dude!" shouted one of the teenagers. The twenty year old's head shot up towards the teens with questioning eyes. "Do you guys have the latest Superman issue?"
"Um, there in the back, there should be a few left," the twenty year old replied without looking up from his comic. The teen nodded and went back to browsing with his friend.
Seconds later, the door's bell went off again, but the twenty year old kept reading his comic. Two U.S. soldiers had entered and walked over and stood in front of the comic reader. Their shadows fell over the twenty year old's comic, who then looked up to see who had gotten in his light and saw the two soldiers. The two teens noticed the soldiers too, and watched from a distance.
"Um, fellas," The twenty year old greeted. "You do know that Halloween ended a couple of months ago."
"Are you Topher Maximus Reacher?" asked one of the soldiers, as they both stared down at the young man.
"Whoa there, there are people around," he said. "It's Toph."
"You need to come with us," spoke the Soldier, and Toph stood up straight.
"Um, why?" he asked, glancing between the two Soldiers.
"It's an emergency, and your Government needs you," the soldier spoke. "Now, come on. Everything will be explained to you once you get to the Pentagon."
"Whoa, there," Toph said, jumping to his feet. "The Pentagon? That's like in the south, in West Virginia."
"Regular Virginia!" One of the teens corrected.
"Whatever!" Toph said. "Why does the government need me?"
"We're not messengers here, we're just here to deliver you to the Pentagon," the Soldier said. "Now, come with us, please. It's very important. Your country needs you," he finished which peaked at the interest of Toph.
"My country needs me?" He repeated. "Like the Avengers! Is S.H.I.E.L.D. real? And they need me?!" he said excitedly, walking from behind the counter, and the two soldiers rolled their eyes as the led Toph away, listening to him go on and on about the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Oi, bartender! Gimme another double whiskey on the rocks," An ordinary British man spoke after he finished his drink, inside a Bar in the city of New York. The bartender came over to the man. He was a twenty one year old man. He had short black hair, with brown eyes, well-built, tanned skin, and stood at 6 foot even. He wore a red sweatshirt, black pants, and red converse. The bartender poured the man his drink, and then went back to cleaning the glasses.
"Oi, bartender!" the British man called. The bartender looked over to the British man. "Are you even old enough to be a bartender?" the man asked, taking a sip of his whiskey.
"I'm old enough," The bartender replied, turning away from the ugly looking British man. Seconds later, two soldiers walked into the bar and walked over to the bartender who looked at the two soldiers with suspicious eyes.
"Are you Desmond Isaac Rayne?" one of the soldiers asked, both stopping in front of the bar. The bartender nodded.
"Yeah, what do you want?" Desmond asked, placing his hands on the bar.
"We need you to come with us," the Soldier said. "You are wanted by the government."
Desmond glanced between the two soldiers, and then without warning, he quickly took off running, escaping through the back door. The two soldiers glanced at one another and then took off after the bartender. The two soldiers followed Desmond through the back alleys of New York City until he ran into a dead end.
Desmond whipped around and faced the two soldiers, breathing heavily. "Look, I know I missed a few court dates, but I didn't think it went all the way up to the top," he said.
"Desmond Rayne, we're only here to bring you in," The biggest soldier spoke, taking a step towards Desmond. "We don't know why, nor do we want any trouble."
"Sure," Desmond replied with a skeptical look. "Now, let me go, or do i have to make you let me go?" The two Soldiers looked at one another, and then back at Desmond, not moving. "Right," he said, and then ran towards the two Soldiers.
Desmond growled as he jumped up, kicking off one soldier, then kicked the other soldier who flew to the ground in pain. He then turned back to the other Soldier who is still standing. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to get out of town." Desmond turned to run, but stopped only to find four more U.S. Soldiers blocking his path. "Great," he sighed, lifting up his fists. "Who's first?"
A day later, Back in the Pentagon, General Murdock was walking through the halls with a couple of soldiers following him. News in the Pentagon was that the new candidates for the Rangers' Initiative have finally arrived and were waiting in the Briefing room. A minute later, Murdock entered the briefing room, and found out that two young women and two young men were already in there, all sitting in different spots around a circular table.
General Murdock walked over to the man known as Toph who was sitting across from a white screen with his feet on the table. Toph looked up to the well-dressed older man. "What's up, dude?" he said.
General Murdock placed a hand on the table and move in close to Toph's face whose eyes widened. "You're in my seat, son," he said firmly.
"Um, right," Toph said, his feet falling to the floor and quickly stood out of the chair. "Sorry." Toph then moved out of the way and to another seat, preferably far away from the scary looking General who took his seat and sat down.
"Okay," Gen. Murdock said, looking at the four recruits' faces, and noticed something. "I believe we are missing a man." And as if on cue, two soldiers wrestled in the last man who was struggling against them, his hands were cuffed but he was still putting up a good fight. The other two soldiers then helped out and were able to shove Desmond Rayne in a chair. He happened to have a black eye and a cut on his lip. He tried to jump up, but he shoved back down by the two soldiers who stood behind them.
"You better calm yourself, son, or we'll have to make you," Gen. Murdock spoke, leaning back in his chair.
"What are you going to do?" Desmond said. "Feed me to your lackeys?"
"I was thinking more of sedation," Gen. Murdock replied with a smirk. "By needle." Desmond shut his mouth and sat still but glared at the General. "Good boy," Murdock said, and then turned to the others. "Now, what are we doing...Ah, yes, waiting on Giles and the Sergeant."
And a second later, two men entered the room. One was tall, stood at 6'1, with blue eyes, buzzed brown hair, tanned skin, well-built, and wore the regulated army uniform. His name tag said Sgt. Aranda. And the other man was the same height, short dirty blonde hair, glasses on his green eyes, and wore a lab coat, blue dress shirt, and slacks.
"Ah, you're all here, good," Giles spoke, holding onto six vanilla files, and the Soldier walked over to the table and took a seat. "Okay, well, you all probably wondering why you're here," Giles said, walking around the table, placing a vanilla folder in front of each of the recruits. He passed a vanilla folder to Melanie first, who was very curious as to why she was here. He then passed Jackson who sat still with his fingers intertwined and elbows on the table. Next, he passed Toph who was drumming his fingers on the desk eagerly excited to hear what was up, and then passed Skye who as twiddling her thumbs a little nervously. Giles passed the second to last file to Aranda who sat still, looking around. Then he stopped by Desmond, who had cuffs on. "Why does this one have cuffs on?" he asked the soldiers.
"He was quite troublesome," one of the soldiers spoke.
Giles nodded and placed the last file in front of Desmond. "Alright, now, the reason you six are here, is because your country needs you," he said, moving to the white screen while Toph gave a fist pump. "You six have been computer generated chosen to protect our fellow brothers and sisters from all kinds of harm from bad bank robberies to terrorist attacks and so on. But the main thing we really have to watch out for is an evil genius scientist by the name of Jigsaw," Giles said, lifting up his hand that held a small button, pressed it, and a picture of the man appeared on screen, and the girls and Toph gasped.
The man's face was scarred very badly. He had wild black hair, one red eye, one blue eye, very skinny, and very crazy looking.
Desmond raised his cuffed hands. Giles nodded towards him. "Why us? I mean maybe some of don't want to be here or belong here," He said.
"I agree," Gen. Murdock spoke as Desmond turned and glared at him. "I mean, maybe a few of you would be good enough to join this special task force, but I don't think a washed up bartender," he said, looking at Desmond who stared back, fire in his eyes. "...a girl who can barely pass her college classes..." then looked at Skye, who looked down. "...and a nerd who reads cartoon books would be of use to the United States Army," he finished looking at Toph who gulped and looked bummed out.
"But we could use a Computer Programmer who's the best at her office, a police officer with top marks in health, physical, and mental evaluations, and a top Sergeant. They have the useful skills," Gen. Murdock said, waving his arm. "What do these others have?"
"I know for a fact that I can beat you up and around this Pentagon, sir," Desmond answered, as the General rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Yes," Giles spoke. "Desmond is the only one here besides Sgt. Aranda who has martial arts skills. Skye and Toph both have hearts driven with a passion full of determination. Just like all of you. Every single one of you in here has the determination like no other. You never give up, and your will is stronger than any other out there. That's why our computer, influenced by the crystals we created, chose you. Your DNA is compatible with these crystals. Only you can wield these powers."
"When you say powers?" Toph started, raising his hand. "Do you mean superpowers? Like Batman?" He asked, pointing to his hoodie.
"Batman wasn't a super hero, genius," Desmond said.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Toph said, waving around his hands. "But you know what i meant, right, Doc?"
Giles nodded, "Yes, I do, and to answer your question, yes, you'll have 'super' powers," he said, then pointed to Jigsaw. "But back to this man. He's an evil genius and for the past 3 years, he has been giving the U.S. Government a run for their money, and their technology...and their soldiers, well he keeps the soldiers."
"Keeps the soldiers?" Srgt. Aranda repeated. "What for?"
"Experiments," Giles answered. "But we don't know what kind. All we know is he always captures our special force soldiers, like he always knows they're coming and captures them, does things to them."
"He was one man, how did he capture the first task force sent towards them?" Desmond asked, surprising the General and a few others with that question.
"The man is an evil genius, and he knew how to build robots and other things," Giles said, pressing his remote button and a few robots appeared on the screen. They were human-sized, black bodies, a blaster for an arm, and their face looked just like a helmet with a visor where the eyes should be.
"Looks like the thing from that movie, 'The Day the Earth Stood Still," Toph said, pointing to the screen with a grin. He looked to the others to see they had serious faces on, and then his face dropped in disappointment, and turned back to the screen with a sigh.
"Why not send your own robots," Melanie stated as Desmond leaned back in his chair, placing his feet on the table. He looked over at Melanie who was glanced at him, and winked at her. She rolled her eyes and looked back at Giles.
"Well, we haven't really had the time to build our own robots, as our engineers have been rather busy since '93," Giles said, fixing his glasses. "A year wouldn't be enough for them to create efficient enough robots to send to attack Jigsaw."
"So, what have your engineers been doing for the past 19 years?" Skye asked curiously.
"Well, they've been building transportations, big enough to get around the world in less than ten days, unless you're flying," Giles answered. "They can even travel through space if need be." Giles looked around to the young adults who were staring back, curiously, Toph with excitement, Sgt. Aranda with seriousness, and Desmond with boredom though there was curiosity in his eyes.
"Now," Giles started, reaching under the table and pulling out a silver suitcase and placed it on the table. "These are your super powers or what i like to call, Morphers," he said as Toph's eyes shot up, and Giles opened the suitcase. Five out of six of the recruits leaned forward to look inside.
Inside the suitcase, there were six items or Morphers, and a smaller silver box. They were rounded off rectangular shaped. One half held four buttons, the other half held a circle with a golden carved coin.
"Morphers!" Toph said excitedly, as everyone looked at him strangely. "They kind of look like the Lightspeed Rescue Morphers, but where that golden coin was, were where the Lightspeed symbol would be..." He slowed down, and then looked up with wide eyes. "No way!" he shouted, jumping from his seat.
"What's with this guy?" Desmond spoke.
"Do you guys seriously not know?!" Toph said, all jittery. Everyone but the Soldiers and Giles, looked at Toph as if he was insane. "Guys, come on. Power Rangers!"
"Are you talking about that kids' show?" Desmond asked, having heard of it.
"Yes, he is," Giles spoke up. "Now, let me explain." He began, pressing another button where the picture changed to a lightning bolt with the words Power Rangers on each side of it.