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CHAPTER ONE: SPD 01
The skies over Newtech City were covered with iron grey storm clouds. Thunder slowly rumbled through the skies, accompanied by breif, miniscule flashes of lightning as a light and insignifigant rain began to fall, casting an aura of gloom over the fair city. In one of the more rundown sectors of the city, a warehouse door banged open, and out stumbled a nine teen year old boy, his flame red hair matted to his skull, soaked with sweat. His piercing emerald green eyes darted everywhere, as if expecting some one to leap out of a pile of trash and attack him. His clothes, though entirely black, were torn and dirty, stained with blood, most of which did not belong to him. He shook uncontrollably, his right hand clasped firmly over the spot where his left kidney would be, blood seeping through his fingers and running down his leg and into the street, where it was washed away down the gutter. How the wound got there, he had no clue. All he knew was it hurt like hell, and was probably infected. Taking a ragged breath, he weakly took another step forward, nearly falling to the pavement in the process. He had to find shelter, before the storm intensified, like he knew it would soon.
At the same time across town, in the most wealthy district of the city, another nineteen year old boy strode through the empty streets, watching in vague amusement as everyone ran inside when the rain started to fall more heavily. This was causing his midnight blue martial arts uniform to cling to his body, revealing his god like phisique. His cobalt eyes scanning the area intently, his gaze coming to rest on a covered hot dog stand across the lavishly decorated plaza. As he walked up, he continued to glance around, probably out of sheer force of habit. "What can I getcha?" the vendor asked, getting ready to pack up and leave. "Chili cheese dog, my man." he said in a calm, steely voice. The vendor froze, as the guy reached into his pocket for the money. "Seriously. What do want?" the vendor whispered, looking scared out of his mind. The guy pulled a picture out of his pocket, and showed it to the vendor. "You seen this guy?" he asked, glancing around some more. "Huh? Oh yeah! I know him!" the vendor exclaimed, all previous fears gone. "Where do I find him?" the boy asked, shoving the picture back into his pocket. The vendor looked at him warily. "You SPD?" he asked. The boy shook his head. "Aight then, you go to..."
At the SPD HQ, Sydney Drew stared out the window at the torrential downpour that had began as a light rain. With a look a look of disgust, she turned away and flomped onto her bed. She hated the rain, how it ruined her hair, her make up, her clothes, you get the idea. But that wasn't the real reason why she hated the rain. Not even she knew the answer to that question. The door to her room opened, and in walked her room mate, and only other B squad female ranger, Elizabeth "Z" Delgato. "It's still raining?" she groaned as she imitated Syd, flomping on her bed. The reason she hated the rain was because she was stuck indoors with nothing to do, except maybe tease Sky, but even that had lost its appeal. The cadets were spared from further boredom by the alarms going off.
In the main command center, Commander Cruger stood watching something on the screen. As B Squad entered, he turned and waited until they were done with their salute. "Cadets, we have recieved reports of an injured person walking the streets. Normally this would not be cause for alarm, but exactly Five minutes fifty-six seconds ago, he destroyed an innocent by stander's car with a surge of what appears to be electricity when the innocent in question attempted to help him. You are to bring him in as peacefully as possible. However, if he refuses to cooperate, then you are authorized to use force." Cruger said as the rangers watched him pace back and forth. Jack nodded, and said the trademarked by whoever owns Power Rangers "Ready, SPD Emergency!"
As the rangers landed on the scene, they saw someone else. It was the guy from the ritz sector, facing off with the guy with red hair. "Why are you, Ian?" the one with red hair asked as he sent a wave of lightning across the ground to the other. "Ian" dodged easily, and sent an even bigger wave of fire toward the one with red hair. "Because, Dave, you need help." Ian" panted as "Dave" returned the blast. "Explain to me how beating the living fuck out of me is gonna help me, bro." "Dave" snarled, leaping clear across the square, landing behind "Ian". SPD chose that moment to intervene. "Stop, SPD!" Jack yelled as the two froze. "Dave" suddenly groaned, grabbed his side, and sank to the ground. "Ian" looked at SPD for about two seconds before hefting his friend onto his shoulders and loading him into the jeep. He looked at Syd and Z. "I trust you have doctor at your base, rangers." he said quietly.
On the way to the base, they heard Z to him. "What's your name?" she asked, desperate to break the silence. "Ian. Ian Johnson." he said, looking at his injured comrade. "How in the seven hells did he get that wound?" he asked aloud. "What's his name?" Syd asked, looking at him through the rear view mirror. "His name? Dave Burnside." Ian responded, looking at the massive SPD command center towering above him. He chuckled darkly. "He's gonna flip when he sees this..."
Dave woke up on a table, it felt like, with bright lights shining right in his eyes. Sheilding his eyes, he sat up, and looked around. He was in a hospital of aome sort, that much he could tell. Where, who cares? The walls were a sort of bluish gray, with dim blue flourescent lights. A being in a white coat entered, and rushed over. "Lay down!" it commanded. "You're not in any shape to be up and about!" Dave looked at it with didtaste, and tore the bandage off of his side, revealing a perfectly healed wound. "Can I go now, you quack?" he asked, climbing out of the bed, and walking into the hall, running smack into Ian. "What the hell are you doing here?" he growled, making Ian glare at him. "Just shut up and follow me to our cell." he groaned.
About five minutes later, the pair were sitting in the cell, playing what looked to be poker as Commander Cruger entered. Dave looked up, and spied his badge. "Holy shit..the power rangers rally have gone to the dogs.." he breathed, making Ian blanch. Cruger sighed. "Mr. Johnson, you are free to go. You however," he said gesturing to Dave, "Are to stay here." Dave shrugged and began to play solitare. Ian looked at Cruger. "Sir, request permission to join SPD." he said, standing at the position of attention. Dave nearly choked on his own spit, and the commander's eye's widened slightly. "Very well." Cruger said, noting how Dave seemed to be trying slit his throat with one of the cards. "And you?" he said to Dave, who stopped and looked at him. "Is this the same ultimatum you gave the current red and yellow rangers?" he asked sullenly, playing with one of the buttons on his watch. Crugger nodded. "Then you can go fuck your self. I ain't gonna be a ranger again." he snorted. "You are a bold one, Mr. Burnside." Crugger said as he left, Ian in tow. Dave resumed his game. "That's the second alien to tell me that.." he muttered.
In the commons, the doors slid open slightly, admitting the new ranger, Ian Johnson. Having been assigned to B squad, the rumors flying around were very..scatter-brained, shall we say. Ian looked around, recalling how he hadn't even had a command center, and here he was standing in a full blown live in police station. "Are you Cadet Johnson?" a tall guy with a blue stripe on his uniform asked. Ian nodded, noticing how the other rangers seemed to be rolling their eyes. He grinned; it looked like Dave would fit right in, if he ever decided to swallow his pride. "I'm Cadet Sky Tate, blue ranger." he said formally, extending his hand. Ian shook it, and in the same formal tone said, "SGT Ian Johnson, United States Army. Blue Dragon ranger." The other rangers shared a good laugh at the look on Sky's face.
Back in Dave's cell, the person in question was still playing solitare, with R.I.C. standing outside the door. Dave looked up, sensing an energy level coming. He grinned. It was Ian. "Open" Ian said, entering in his new uniform, with a midnight blue stripe on it. Dave nearly died laughing at the sight. "What?" Ian said annoyed. "Nothing. You just look so stupid, that this bears taking a picture." With that, he whipped out an old fashioned camera and took the picture, blinding whoever was in the hallway with the flash. As he stood up, he walked over to the dor, and in Ian's voice, said "Open." as he walked down the hall, he said to himself, "Well, that went better than I thought it would. Now, all I gotta do is get outta here..."
Somewhere downtown, Broodwing was conferring with a scientist, who looked elated that he had come to him, but at the same time, scared of the consequences when SPD found out. "You are sure this will work?" Broodwing asked in his robotic voice. The scientist nodded. On the machine they were going to be using, was a black stone, with a bolt of lightning carved into it on one side, and on the other, was a carving of a sword.
END
Anyone recognize that stone? what is Broodwing's plan? Find out next time!
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