POWER RANGERS MEGAFORCE:
MEGA MISSION
THE NOVEL
WRITTEN BY ZARIUS
Disclaimer: This is an adaptation of the first episode of Power Rangers Megaforce, "Mega Mission", which was originally written for television by James W. Bates, though there is unique interpretations of the dialogue and additional content by me that is original to this take. This adaptation is intended for fun and not for profit. Power Rangers, Power Rangers Megaforce, and all related characters, and weapons, are trademarked by Saban Capital Group and Nickelodeon respectively
CHAPTER ONE:
FIRST DAY
It began with an ignition.
A fusion of fierce fire and fury.
Leaps of faith from color-coded warriors.
And then a charge.
They swarmed onto the battlefield in their thousands, weapons in hand, their foes, attired in grey and purple with oversized heads, swarmed over them in seemingly greater numbers.
The battle was soon joined.
More flames ignited in the palms of one warrior's hand.
Another, skilled with a sword, cut deep into his enemies as they encircled him.
Also on approach to the battlefield was an almost robotic knight, assisting a small group of warriors armed with their own unique brand of weaponry.
This individual, the group of warriors he was assisting in this particular battle, all of it felt just as important as the battle that was proceeding.
The group ran across the warzone without any hesitation, without any fear.
It was admirable.
But was it foolhardy?
What could have caused this glorious scene?
What a strange idea, thought the curious mind of Troy Borrows.
Is war ever glamorous?
There was another burst of light as the battle escalated. The sounds of conflict dimmed, caving in as a voice cut through the might and majesty of the unfolding spectacle.
"Hey kid, wake up" the voice repeated.
All too quickly, the realization sunk in.
The excitement dimmed.
The eyes slid open.
And Troy Borrows was awake.
"Are you getting off the bus or what?" asked the driver impatiently
"Weird dream" slurred a bag-eyed Troy as he came around to find himself almost the sole occupant of a school transport vehicle that plenty of keen students had not long disembarked from.
"You're gonna be late on the first day of school, step it up a notch kid" insisted the driver,
"Not something to be proud of if I were tardy" said Troy, grabbing his school bag and quickly lifting his Kester off of his seat to walk down what felt like an endless stretch of corridor.
On most first days on the school bus, alert and active students could stand to form a few quick friendships as they waited steadily for the student body to disembark from the vehicle. Not so fortunate a day for Troy it seemed.
Plenty of time to make up for that, both today and tomorrow he thought, as he thanked the driver and headed into the school building.
As he entered, he quickly made his way to the reception to inform them he had arrived and to pinpoint the location of the first class he had listed on his timetable. Science Education.
Inside that very class, lively students were met with a swift and immediate brain-teaser from their teacher, Mr. Burley, a rather quirky, lanky and cartoonish yet classy sort of character, with a tweed jacket and bowtie occupying a slightly overlong mutton-like moustache and glasses.
, "What species will outlast all others on Earth?" he asked
An eager young female student, dressed from top to bottom in light and deep pink shirt and shorts, raised her hand.
"Emma?" asked Burley.
"Insects" Emma replied, "They'll have the legs to stand tall long after we pay the price for playing dice with the laws of nature"
"Wrong" challenged another classmate, a little nerdy, with curly hair and sporting a blue shirt and glasses. "Robots powered by perpetual motion engines is a hands-down candidate, they are our lasting legacy, so long as we, y'know, keep those three laws in check, you know what the score is with that I presume?"
"Not everyone reads Asimov Noah, besides, robots don't count as a species" contested another of the students, a tall blonde draped almost completely in black, from jacket to jeans, with the exception of a bright yellow shirt.
"Check that out, beautiful and smart" remarked a student from behind Noah, also dressed mostly in black, something the more fantasy-dependent side of him sure would lend him some shamanic brownie points with the young woman later when the time came to mingle unrestricted from class.
"Gia certainly knows her sci-fi Jake, but her argument is just as much a fiction" replied
The door to the classroom opened and in stepped Troy.
"Ah, Mr. Borrows is it? Glad of you to join us five minutes into this session, perhaps you could prove the solution to our current class query?" Burley asked as Troy made his way to his desk, "What species will survive all others?"
All eyes were trained on the new kid.
Any normal freshman coming in late without much information given on the subject would feel ever so slightly intimidated, but the son of a former combat solider stationed five years in a hostile foreign environment had little to fear.
Troy Borrows was a man who could assert himself with considerable ease, and was quick to answer.
"Humanity" he replied. "I mean, think about it, we've always convinced ourselves that all of us huddled together will spell an end before long, I say look at where history has brought us. By working together, we can overcome just about anything; we've done so in the past, I don't see why that should stop. I doubt we'll see any Revelations in our lifetime"
Emma and Gia looked at each other and nodded in approval. They didn't think the speech was all that great, or the answer that smart, but they admired the manner in which Troy had presented himself, where as many others would have
"That's a rather optimistic mind-set to have Mr. Borrows, I certainly hope your faith is rewarded" replied Burley.
With the quizzing concluded, the student body got to work, all while Jake kept his eyes firmly trained on Gia.
High above the Earth, aboard a sleek blue warship with silver-tipped wings, a malevolent moth-like creature observed the small blue planet via a hive-like array of monitors.
"Creepox" he bellowed, contacting a creeping mantis-like creature who was stationed on Earth within a remote forest area on the outskirts of the city.
"Yes, Admiral Malkor?" Creepox asked
"What is your assessment of activity on Earth so far?" asked in return.
"Humans on this planet have grown weaker and more fragile in the years since the last great siege by the grand Spectre. They cannot hope to match our strength"
"Beware your enthusiasm, it blinds you to this planet's history of protection by the accursed Power Rangers" cautioned Malkor.
"There has been no active sign of Rangers since the Nighlok attacks were thwarted. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were in hiding"
"That…or planning to counter our own strategies. We cannot afford to be complacent"
"Then as the first wave of this planned coup on the quadrant, let us strike fast and hard so there will be no time for a swift response from the Rangers, or to recruit any new Rangers" replied Creepox. "Let us swarm over this planet and squeeze it dry"