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The Morphing Grid... An eternal tale of swords and souls that has spread throughout the universe under its many guises. Transcending space and time, determined to rekindle the spirit of hope within each of us…
"URGENT MESSAGE"
Morning; Somewhere in San Angeles. . . .
Tyzonn got the SHARC Jet prepped and airborne in record time. He took the sleek jet suborbital, shooting almost straight up once he cleared the open hangar bay of Hartford Mansion, arcing north by west as he cleared the atmosphere along a flight plan and at a speed that would bring him to his destination in a barely a quarter of an hour.
The Overdrive Jet was the brainchild of Andrew Hartford. A gleaming black aircraft capable of great speed in the air as well as on the water, and is the primary mode of transportation for the Overdrive Rangers. It took some convincing on Tyzonn's part, but with Mr. Hartford's permission, he borrowed the Jet for a very special assignment. And this assignment didn't even come from Hartford.
This mission was slightly different from the norm. He wasn't tracking buried treasure, lost civilizations or ancient artifacts. He was tracking down other Silver Rangers.
Either way, no one was better at tracking than an Overdrive Ranger, Tyzonn thought to himself with a smirk. Bringing his Mercury Morpher into view, he reconfigured the sensory program to source out silver energy signatures, instead of jewel signatures. A small adjustment that would buy him some time, on foot.
This special assignment came to him last night, when he received an urgent message on his morpher. To his growing excitement, the sender identified himself as Zhane, the Silver Space Ranger. Tyzonn never met the guy before, but from his point of view, he was Legendary.
Starry-eyed, Tyzonn remembered way back when the Space Rangers saved the entire universe from Dark Specter's clutches. The interstellar invasion painted the darkest hour for the entire universe. Tyzonn's homeworld of Mercuria was one of several that were left to the mercy of Astronema's forces. Images of that dark day flashed unbidden around his mind's eye.
Scores of her Velocifighters had streaked through the vast velvety darkness of space, like vengeful vultures. They filled the skies of Mercuria with thunder and fury. Explosions bloomed and erupted in hellish mushrooms all over the Mercurian homeworld. Natives were sent spiraling into the air like toys thrown from a sandbox.
The dark forces were everywhere and they were relentless.
But there was hope for the world and for the entire universe. The Space Rangers had made a name for themselves across the cosmos for warding off those Velocifighters. Joined in a fearless fighting force with the Rebels, they fought strong and wouldn't let up.
Rebellions were built on hope. If it wasn't for their combined courage, there would have been no telling where his people would have wound up.
Going back to Zhane's message, an agent of Astronema's army had surfaced. Could be Ecliptor or Darkonda or Zedd. Who this baddie is or whatever his deal maybe could be anyone's guess.
Ty didn't know a lot about Astronema or the United Alliance of Evil, nor did he pretend to. All he knew for certain was that this new threat was absolute and it decided the fate of every Silver Ranger.
Hence his assignment: to assemble the silvers and deliver them to a predetermined rendezvous point, Angel Grove. It sounded simple enough for the Mercurian and will waste no time in carrying it out. He was determined to help Zhane, or at least as much as he possibly could.
The jet's airframe shuddered slightly, banishing Ty's thoughts of Mercuria from his mind, and jolting him back to the helm.
Leaning over the control panel, he disengaged the autopilot, shifting to manual flight mode. He stared out the canopy window and glanced around at the scenery around the jet.
Miles below, amidst the hills, he could see the nearby outline of a highway and the green treetops and rocks. Houses dotted the landscape here and there. The cityscape had spread beneath the jet. Looming large on the left-hand side was an immense sign that said, WELCOME TO HARWOOD COUNTY.
With that, Ty took the Jet down quickly, almost in a straight dive, dropping to just forty feet over the water and skimming along in silent mode. . . .
NEXT CHAPTER: "EVIL SHOWS ITS STRENGTH"
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