As writers, we sometimes see things in a new way, and sometimes we see things that could have been. To this end I, as a long-time Power Rangers fan have always thought that the original story needed a good reboot, of sorts. So I thought things out, and worked out what I think is the treatment that Power Rangers deserved. I hope you all like it. The year is 2011, and we pick up the story at the corporate headquarters of American Arms, where John Smith has had his life changed forever.

"John, you're not thinking straight. I know how this incident has affected you, but this is not the answer." David Cooper said, walking beside John down the halls of the company. "You can't let these things get to you."

"THESE THINGS? THESE THINGS? A woman shot herself with one of my guns in the lobby of my building! Now you tell me-how exactly do you deal with that?" John yelled, grabbing David by his shirt. "My family has spent the last 100 years making and selling guns, never once thinking about what happens to them once they leave the factory!" John yelled.

David was in shock. He had never seen his friend like this; his anger boiling over, the rage in his eyes. "John, I know this is tearing you up, but what you need to do is take a break. Go to Hawaii for a couple of months; get away from all of this. I'll take care of things for you, and when you get back, you'll see; you will feel a lot better."

John released his grip on the shirt. "No, my mind is made up. I'm shutting down the business, and that is that." John turned and started walking away.

"What about the people who you're going to put out of work? Just forget them, right? Hell, you're rich; what do you care? Your father would know how to handle this-and he wouldn't think about running away because some crackpot offed herself!" David wished he could take the statement back as soon as he said it.

John spun around to face David. "You know what, David? Piss off, you're fired!"

"John, now don't be rash. I'm sorry I shouldn't -. " John cut him off.

"Cram it. If you're not out of this building in 15 minutes, I'll have security throw your ass out. You remember security, right Dave? The guys with the guns?" With that said, John turned and walked off.

Six Months Later

A helicopter started up. John was looking over his pre-flight checklist. Two men, one in a suit, and the other in mechanic's overalls stood by the hangar door.

"So who buys 100 miles of desert and mountain land? I mean, what's he going to do, grow rocks and snakes?" The mechanic asked.

"What do I care? He's rich, and he paid cash. With the commission I made off this sale, I can send my kids to any college in the world."

The helicopter took off, and headed out to survey the land. John flew over the land, looking around at what he had just purchased. After about half an hour, he started to turn back when he noticed an odd rock formation on the ground below. Flying down lower to get a better look, he noticed that it looked like a building that had been damaged. He checked the map of the land, but there was nothing listed. John wondered what this was doing here. He decided to land and find out what it was that was here.

John got out of the chopper and pulled out his cell phone. "Hey, Richard. This is John. Yeah, I'm enjoying my flight. I was just wondering: were there any buildings out here before? No reason; I was just wondering how hard it would be to run power and water lines out here. You know, I may set up a little getaway for myself. Well thanks, and there's no need to wait for me there; I may be awhile. I'm going to look around on foot for a bit. No, I'm sure I'll be fine. Have a good day, and say hello to the missus for me. Bye."

John walked around the remains of the building until finding a way in, climbing over rocks and girders; making his way through the hallways 'til he came to a center room that looked like a bomb had gone off in it. He walked over to the center console that was still reasonably still together, with the exception of half the wiring hanging out, or on the floor. As he ran his hand over the ruined console, a high-pitched alarm sounded. John jumped back, almost tripping over some of the rubble. After a few seconds the alarm stopped, and a 3 dimensional hologram appeared in front of John. It was a man standing a head taller than John, and dressed in silvery white robes.

"Who are you? Where did you come from?" John exclaimed, stepping back from the man.

"I am a holographic representation of Zordon of Eltar. I am programmed to interact with anyone who meets the criteria that I was programmed with."

"What is this place?"

"This is the power chamber; a hidden place for the warriors of Earth to use as a base of operations in their fight against evil."

"Okay right, and just who are the warriors of Earth?" John asked; wondering why he was still here, and not running.

"The Power Rangers are the defenders of Earth at present. There are no Rangers selected."

"Right, I guess good help is hard to find. Well, I'll be on my way." John said, getting ready to leave.

"Warning! Danger updated! Status: Earth is in danger!"

John stopped. I know I'm going to regret this. "Why is the Earth in danger?"

A Battleship Heading to Earth

"We're only six months out from Earth, My Lord." Goldar said.

"Good! Soon I shall return to the site of my greatest defeat, to claim my greatest victory. Now that I possess the Omega Stone, not even the Power Rangers can stop me!" Lord Zedd laughed as he sat back in his throne.

"And with no Zordon, there's little chance that there will be any Rangers to stand in our way," cackled Rita.

"Earth will fall to the might of Lord Zedd!" With that, the bridge of the ship erupted in sick laughter.

Power Chamber

"Wait, you want me to what? Oh no, I'm not the guy you're looking for. I'm no hero, nor am I a leader of some fighting force; I'm just a guy looking for a place to be by myself," said John, pacing back and forth hectically.

"I would not have appeared to you unless you were pure of heart and mind. I also sense a desire to make things right in you."

"STAY OUT OF MY MIND!" he snapped. Then he composed himself. "I don't like that." John waved Zordon off. "Besides, I don't know if you noticed, but your little Power Chamber could use some work." John looked around. "Not to mention an update in hardware."

"You seem to have knowledge of these things, and what you don't know I can download into your mind."

"You can do that? Wait, no, what the hell am I thinking? I must be going mad. Wait, you said the power was destroyed? Then there's-what am I to arm these kids with?" At that moment lights on the wall lit up revealing the Power Armor. John looked from one set of armor to the next. "No, really-spandex armor? They fought in that? Wow, you weren't kidding! They were brave.

"You killed my boy, and now you stand here and deny it. Well, deny this!"

A shot rang out in John's mind, as his eyes opened wide. Covered in sweat, he sat bolt upright in the bed of his hotel room. Looking around, his heart pounding in his chest, he came to the slow realization of where he was. He sat there controlling his breathing, and trying to calm down. After a few moments. he grabbed his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hey Vince, sorry about the time. Look, I need you to do something for me."

"Sure John, what is it?" Vince asked, half awake.

"You remember the armor designs we were working on before?"

"The ones that the military wanted, and almost killed you for in court?"

" Yeah them. I need you to send them to me as soon as you can—oh, and get the new computer division ready. I'll be sending you some specs I want done."

"Sure, I'll have them start on it after we fill the Microsoft order."

"No, put it at the front of the line. I want it done right away."

"John, are you sure? Bill isn't going to like having to wait."

"Forget Bill. When he has more money than me, I'll worry. 'Til then, he waits."

"Okay John, as soon as I get the specs I'll get them started."

"Good. Look, get some rest. I'll be in touch." John hung up, leaving his friend wondering what had gotten into him. The next morning John flew back to the Power Chamber.

"Hey, are you still here?" John asked the air, before the hologram reappeared.

"Yes I am. Have you made a choice?" Zordon asked.

"I have, but let's get two things straight: one, I run the show. I don't need some computer program from outer space telling me how to do things." There was firmness in John's voice; a life that had been missing for many months.

"Agreed. I am here to advise and inform, not to control. Battle strategies are not a part of my programming."

"Good. And two, I pick the Rangers."