Power Rangers: Lords of Bad Axe
Casting
Wyatt Black– Andrew Garfield
Dante Ontero – Dylan O'Brien
Lyle Hugginson– Jesse T. Usher
Brian Hugginson - Mahershala Ali
Angie Prieto – Aimee Carrero
Joaquin Prieto - Reinaldo Zavarce
Ginger - Gage Golightly
Max Ross – Lonny Ross
Connor – Connor Del Rio
Sarah – Katie Cassidy
Ashley - Kathryn Mccormick
Prologue
"Max, you idiot. Enough was never enough for you. And now look where we are." The legendary Ranger known as Tommy Oliver looked out of his classroom window as he peered directly over the construction workers putting the final touches on Daventry Hill's reconstruction immediately following the "incident" as people who were oblivious to the true cause of the chaos that ensued two years ago.
To them, it was an earthquake that almost leveled the small town. To Tommy, it was his final battle as the Green Ranger that his body could take. Every time he looked out and saw people trying to go on about their lives, even two years removed from the incident, he couldn't help but shake his head. Men, women, and children were lost in the thunderous battle that shook the town to its core and nearly unraveled it at the seams.
Even in victory, it still felt like a great loss to the last Ranger.
His blood began to boil as a black limousine pulled up. An elderly gentleman stepped out of the driver seat and opened the back door, as a relatively tall man in his early thirties exited the vehicle in a three-piece maroon suit.
Max Ross. Surely the "playboy" and mayor of this town wasn't going to roll up his sleeves and get his hands dirty? He was hardly dressed for the occasion. It would show some form of loyalty to his city to the normal man and woman. A publicity stunt to those more cynical. And an act of guilt to Tommy. After all, he was the one who started this devastation, to begin with.
His thoughts were brought to a close once he heard the sound of his door swinging open. His chemistry students began pouring into his class. Either they were eager to learn about energy and thermodynamics, or they just wanted their last class on a Friday to hurry up and be over with.
At any rate, so was he. So, he did what he rarely ever even thought about. "Good news, students. I'm dismissing class early today. Pack up your things and enjoy your weekend." The class erupted with elation as the boys' high-five one another and the girls were already discussing what party they would go to tonight. Tommy had a party of his own to get to, once he saw Max hop back into his limo and drive back presumably to his office. It was time to break out his party suit... god that sounded corny.
Max slumped into his office, head hung low as he just finished an entire day's worth of paperwork, public speeches and supervising construction.
It was exhausting, but the guilt he felt for what he had unleashed on the world would not subside until he made a conscious effort to rectify his mistake. Both in the public eye and without.
He unbuttoned his suit before slinging it across the floor. He walked over to his desk and sat down, or more accurately fell into the leather armchair. His mind was completely shot, and speaking of which, he pulled his secret stash of Jack Daniels from the bottom drawer of his desk and began to drink. No chaser, not even a cup. Just straight to the head.
He was even on the second gulp before he spotted what could best be described as a dancing shadow in his peripheral vision. "Jesus Christ. A headache continues." A figure that could, under the right circumstances, strike fear into the heart of just about any man.
Yet Max Ross was different altogether, not to mention the fact that he's seen this figure too many times to count. "What do you want T-" Before he could even finish, Tommy, now garbed as the Magna Defender moved across the room from the left and covered Max Ross' mouth before he blurted out something they would both regret.
Unfortunately, talking out of his ass was normal for the thirty-year-old, so Tommy didn't know if it was the liquor or the man talking at that point. "I wish I could have gotten to you before you got to that bottle because I need you sober right now." Tommy spat between clenched teeth, his voice disguised by the helm he wore.
Max slapped his hand away from him. "Really, Tommy? You think one gulp of liquor is going to have me sloppy drunk? You should know me better than that." Max was smiling in a fashion that only the holiest of men could reserve from punching him in the mouth.
"I don't know you, at all. Apart from the fact that you nearly destroyed-"
"Destroyed the city, I 've given me this speech a hundred times the past two years, and I've been busting my ass trying to make up for it. You guilt-tripping me every five seconds isn't going to bring anyone back or put Mandark back in his cage." Max interrupted.
Tommy should have slung him across the room for what he just said, how nonchalantly he spoke of the lives he ruined. However, despite every aspect telling him to do so, his mind spoke with a voice of truth. He wasn't lying.
As much as he hated to admit it, these past two years Tommy had exhausted every avenue to finish Mandark off for good. But he was always frustrated by failure. And so, he would come to Max to vent his frustrations. To grasp at some form of heroism that has all but been proven to be outdated.
In the beginning of it all, it would work, Max would cower in fear and shame as Tommy stood over him, feeling as powerful as he wished he had against Mandark as he read him his rights.
Yet as months passed and Max started doing more and more philanthropy and made more progress on finding Mandark than he has, the guilt started to fade and was replaced with conviction and resolve.
Tommy backed up as he took it all in, once again. He was doing nothing other than trying to compensate for his failures, and poorly at that. He sighed audibly, in defeat.
Max actually showed a glimpse of empathy towards the broken Ranger. "Hey, don't bring the whole room down with that attitude. Crime rates have dropped ever since you stepped in. What happened with Mandark… I don't think it's fair to put all the blame on any one person alone."
Tommy glanced up at Max as the last word fell from his mouth. Damn it, once again, he was right. Tommy had just as much to do with Mandark being unleashed as Max did. He leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms. Now calm, he was ready to discuss how they were going to put an end to this for good.
"Fine. You win. Do you have any more intel on 'em?" Tommy asked. Max looked surprised at the sudden change in demeanor. "Why so civil all of a sudden? Weren't you here to rough me up a bit?" He spoke with not a sliver of insecurity in his voice.
"Oh, believe me, I'm still on the fence about it. But we have bigger problems to deal with right now."
Max chuckled to himself. "Suuure you are. Anyway, I managed to dig up some files from Billy's computer. His firewall was a bitch to get into, but I finally got the source codes for Mandark's design. And, well, you won't believe this."
"We were attacked by a computer program we created two years ago, try me." Tommy retorted.
Max shrugged to himself. "Fine, don't say I didn't warn you." Max waved his hand to the side as a hologram appeared seemingly from thin air in the middle of the office.
Tommy didn't know what he was supposed to be looking at. "Despite that helmet, I can tell you're confused. Allow me to explain," Max spoke up before taking another swig of the Jack.