At night in a small workshop, a man, dressed in a white jumpsuit bearing the logo of a light yellow clock with a red robot face in the middle, and a helmet with a glowing blue glass faceplate covering his face, approaches an active forge situated under the roof of the workshop surrounded by motorcycles and barrels. His arm mechanically shifts into a gun and blasts the forge with a blue ray that cools it down into steel. A white long-nosed semi-truck arrives in front of the workshop behind the man, beaming its headlights on him. The truck shifts its chassis into a giant humanoid robot bearing the grille and windshields on its chest, and a head with antennae at the sides of its head and a screen in place of a face, a single square pupil displayed. The man walks to the side as the robot walks into the workshop and reaches towards the steel.
As it grabs the steel the concrete floor around it crumbles. It walks towards a trailer parked outside the workshop and places the giant steel chunk inside before reverting back to a truck for the man to enter it and drive away. Inside the trailer were four other people dressed in the same white uniforms, three men and one woman. One of the men's arms transforms into a blue energy sword and strikes the chunk. His arm reverts back and with his hands, pulls the steel apart to remove an irregularly-shaped piece of steel from inside.
The woman grabs the unusual piece from him and slams it against the chunk of steel repeatedly, crumbling it until it reveals a strange small machine with a handle on the right, four switches covering the front and separated into two by a small vertical screen in the middle. "We have the Driver." the woman said in a processed deep voice as she pressed the left side of her helmet. "Mary I know that's you. Cut it out." a man with a New Jersey accent replied with an annoyed tone. "Sorry." Mary said in a normal voice belonging to a young woman. "Next stop: Kisaragi Gentaro." one of the men declared.
At a high school in a small California town called Angel Grove, five students walked together to their classroom through the hallway. Jason Scott was a Caucasian teenager with short light brown hair wearing a red shirt. Zack Taylor was a Chinese-American youth wearing a white shirt over a black jacket. Billy Cranston was a black teenager with a short buzzcut and wearing a blue cardigan. Trini Kwan was a Latina teenager wearing a yellow T-shirt and a sling bag.
Kimberly Hart was a girl who wore a pink T-shirt under a long-sleeved jacket. As they went to their respective lockers, Billy started conversing. "So, uh, I heard there's a new teacher today from Japan. Kisaragi, I think was his name." Billy said. "He's a substitute, right?" Zack wondered as he pulled a book from his locker. "I heard about that accident that Miss Appleby got involved in. For once, I feel sorry for a teacher." Kimberly replied.
As they closed their lockers, a young Asian man walks through the hallway with a smile. He had a pompadour, wore a light grey suit-and-tie and held a black case with a flame decal and white Japanese kanji on it. "Is that him? No way would a student dress like that." Jason wondered. "He looks cute." Kimberly commented. Everyone looks at her in surprise and confusion.
In class all the students take their seats, Jason, Zack, Billy, Trini, and Kimberly are sitting close to the back. "Do you really think that was the new teacher?" Jason asked his friends. "He looks… young though. He might be at least twenty, or something." Zack commented. The doors open and their principal, Mr. Caplan; an aged Caucasian man, walks through. "Okay students, Miss Appleby will be absent for the rest of the term, so you will have a substitute until then." he explained as he stood in front of the blackboard.
"Mister Kisaragi, please introduce yourself." he said to a person outside the door. The Asian man from earlier enters the room still smiling. He walks towards the blackboard, grabs the chalk and writes his name first in Japanese and then in Latin words before slamming it back to the tray. "My name is Kisaragi Gentaro. My goal is not only to teach you all, but to make friends with everyone in this school!" he announced as he pointed towards the students. "Yup, definitely a teacher." Billy commented as the class quietly chuckled.
"Mister Kisaragi, I'll leave you to it." Mr. Caplan said to Mr. Kisaragi as he shook his hand before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. "Okay, starting off the day is the headcount! Jason Scott!" he called out. "Here!" Jason raised his hand. "You're a jock, ain'tcha? I had a friend who in high school was a jock; he beat me up on the first day, but we got along." Mr. Kisaragi commented. "I think he's serious about making friends with everyone in school." Zack whispered to his friends.
At lunch in the cafeteria, the five friends were sitting at a table chatting. Jason and Billy were sat on one side of the table as Zack, Kimberly and Trini sat on the other side. "How many students did Mister Kisaragi embarrass so far?" Trini wondered. "Our entire homeroom within the span of two periods. He's like an old man with stories in a model's body." Kimberly answered. "A model?" everyone else repeated in confusion.
Just then, Mr. Kisaragi approaches their table. "Hey there, students! Mind if I slide myself into your little Breakfast Club?" Mr. Kisaragi asked. "Should we really let him sit with us?" Jason consulted his friends. "Ah, I'll let myself in then." Mr Kisaragi said as he sat next to Billy. "So, I heard this place gets attacked by monsters often." Mr. Kisaragi began.
"Uh, yeah… just about once or twice a week. They're from that alien attack a while ago. Have you heard of it?" Kimberly asked. "Yes, I have. I watched it on YouTube. There was a giant robo there, and colourful men fighting rock monsters. It looked awe–I mean terrifying. It looked really bad." Mr. Kisaragi added. "It's a miracle nobody died." Jason said. "The people who saved us are called the Power Rangers. The Black Ranger is pretty cool." Zack said before being discreetly elbowed by Trini. "They're why I came here! They look so cool!" Mr. Kisaragi said. The bell then rang.
"I'll see you in a few periods if my timetable is correct. Bye-bye!" Mr. Kisaragi said as he left the table. As they walked to class the ground started shaking as though an earthquake took place. "What was that?" Billy wondered. They run outside and find human-sized stone monsters outside the school gates encroaching towards the school. "Putty Patrollers? Here at school?" Zack said in confusion.
"This is a first." Billy added. "It's morphin' time!" Jason yelled. They all take out golden coins with coloured cores from their pockets and hold them out in their hands. From their backs, liquid metal starts to creep all over their body as their skin became scale-like. The metal forms suits of alien design, each in their own individual colours, and helmets roughly resembling animals with large visors in place of a mouth and silver mouthplates with sculpted lips.
"Tyrannosaurus Rex!" Jason, in red, yelled.
"Mastodon!" Zack, in black, yelled.
"Triceratops!" Billy, in blue, yelled.
"Sabretooth Tiger!" Trini yelled.
"Pterodactyl!" Kimberly, in pink, yelled.
As they charged towards the Putty Patrollers, a small meteor falls from the sky as the Putty Patrollers and the teenagers look on. It crashes between the Putty Patrollers and the teenagers, leaving a small smoking crater in the pavement. The smoke dissipates, revealing what appears to be an astronaut sticking his legs up as he lied on the ground. "Woah te!" he said as he stood up. "An astronaut? No way…" Billy said in doubt.
"Te!" the astronaut yelped in discomfort as "Hm?" he turned towards the teenagers, revealing a helmet that resembled a white rocket with orange compound eyes and insect-like antennae on a black faceplate. His suit was white like an astronaut's, but slimmer and with a chestpiece with gold stripes resembling straps from his arms. He also had a high-tech device on his belt that was taken from the chunk of steel earlier. "Are those bug eyes?" Trini wondered. "Sorry about my entrance. I kinda failed the landing there." the astronaut apologized.
"We just gotta beat those monsters, right?" he asked as he pointed towards the Putty Patrollers. "Yeah, but who…" Jason asked before being interrupted by the astronaut. "I'm not gonna leave friends in a pinch!" the astronaut said. "Friends?" they said in confusion. "Rocket On." a computerized voice said as he pressed a black button on an orange module on the far left of the device as the screen displayed the astronaut's left arm flickered from red to blue.
An orange rocket manifests itself as the astronauts arm and he propels himself into the fray as it boosts him towards the Putty Patrollers. "Rider Rocket Punch!" the astronaut yelled. He punches one of the Putty Patrollers into a pile of rocks before pressing a switch on a device next to the orange rocket button. "Launcher On." the computerized voice said once more. His left leg transforms into a boot with a missile array containing five white missiles attached to it.
He stomps his foot and the missiles fire, blowing up several of the Putty Patrollers. "C'mon, let's help him!" Jason commanded to his team. They charge towards the Putty Patrollers as the astronaut presses the Rocket and Launcher switches for their respective weapons to dissipate. "[I guess since we're dealing with rocks I'll use Drill!]" the astronaut said to himself in Japanese. He turns a switch on a device across the launcher switch.
"Drill On." the computerized voice announced once more. His right leg transforms into a yellow drill that elevates him into the air, briefly balancing on it before falling on his back. Billy takes notice and walks back to the astronaut to help him up. "Thanks, buddy." the astronaut thanked Billy. "No prob. By the way, I'm the Blue Ranger." Billy introduced himself.
"I'm Kamen Rider Fourze! F-O-U-R-Z-E, like four and zero." Fourze introduced himself as he bent his right leg to level himself. A Putty Patroller crashes between the two and starts to get up. "I'll handle this one." Fourze said to Billy. He raises his drill and it starts to spin before he drives it into the chest of the Putty Patroller, reducing it to a pile. "Awesome! You just drilled him… it… do they have genders?" Billy wondered.
"Don't think about it too much. C'mon, let's help your friends!" Fourze said to Billy. They rush in towards the Putty Patrollers; Fourze somersaulting on one's shoulder to kick another in the face as Billy tackled another. "Oi, can I try something?" Fourze asked Billy. "What is it?" Billy responded. Fourze removed the orange switch from his belt and replaces it with a magenta switch.
"Magic Hand." a different muffled voice announced as he inserted the device. "Magic Hand On." the robotic voice said as Fourze flipped its switch forwards. A long robotic magenta claw arm materializes on Fourze's right arm. "Ja-jan!" Fourze said as the arm materializes. "You use switches for your weapons?" Billy said in surprise.
"That's right! Now, trust me on this." Fourze instructed. "What?" Billy wondered. The arm grabs Billy by the ankle and starts swinging him in the air. "What are you doing?!" Billy yelled. "Bear with it! Simulated gravity is one of the basics of being an astronaut!" Fourze replied, still swinging Billy around.
"I'm not an astronaut!" Billy yelled. "Ranger Swing-By!" Fourze yelled as he threw Billy towards the monsters.
To be continued…