The idea of "Power Rangers" is not mine. It's Saban, and based on ideas by TOEI of Japan. It's just this particular series that's mine. It was reading stuff written by Dragonzord that inspired me. Thanks! Now I've thrown my hat into the ring of creating new Power Rangers groups.

Power Rangers Mana Warriors

Episode 1: The Invaders

Somewhere Between Earth and Mars

A large spaceship that resembled asteroids, fused together by connecting pipes, and with a castle "built" into one of them, parked into place.

One of the rooms had a curved outer wall with glass, giving a view of the cosmos to all who stood in it. Torchlight shone on the stone floor. Across from the windows was a slightly raised section. There was darkness there. Two glowing amber eyes filled the darkness. A couple of sitar notes sounded. More notes resonated, and a light slowly built up. The eyes belonged to a face that looked like that of a mongoose, save that she had a multi-colored glowing jewel embedded in her forehead. She was dressed in a pink and red sari-like garment, and was playing what resembled a sitar, except that it had three necks that went in different directions. She had eight arms, all of them fur covered, and sat cross-legged. On either side were drums, which she occasionally played.

The slight drone of an automatic door sounded, and in walked an android made of blue anodized metal, and a large man with a bear's head with dear antlers. He wore a dark combat suit, that had an emblem of two crossed spears below a star.

"Tell us why, Riki-Tiki-Kali," began the bear-man, "we did not come here the last time?"

"Because, General Mayhem," began the mongoose-woman, "I was able to read through the possibility and probability, the forthsight, insight, and foresight, that we were to avoid this galaxy completely, even though he said it was time for the grand invasion. We, the order of the Destiny Star, are still around. They, the rest of the United Alliance of Evil, are not."

"You can't argue with that," said the android, "the harmonic wave generated during the demise of the multi-dimensionally trapped being known as Zordon effected all those of great evil or who were bound to Dark Spectre within the entire galaxy. This is the optimal time to strike, before others do."

"Others already have, Verilax 9," said Riki-Tiki-Kali. "But we must not."

"GANG WAY!" shouted a voice. A chrome and blue motorcycle with side-car barreled in, with a purple-skinned alien with rainbow hair, a leather jacket, and torn jeans at the handles, and a green-skinned man in an officer's cap and a jump-suit was in the sidecar.

"How many times must we tell you," began General Mayhem, "not to ride that thing in here?"

"Uh," began the purple-skinned one, "more times than I can count, even if I use my feet, which I know you don't want me to."

"Stop your creeching," bellowed the green-skinned one.

"All of you shut-up!" barked Mayhem.

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" In stepped an almond-skinned woman with hair done to resemble towers. She wore a dark blue mu'umu'u-like dress, and carried a staff with a serpent around it. As she walked forward, light revealed that she had large moth-like wings. Beside her was a pathetic looking person who had large floppy ears, and fur over his head, and to a lesser extent, his arms, but not his legs. He wore a yellow nightshirt-like garment. "Remember, Dodongo, I have the key, you are my slave, or you won't see your family ever again!" She laughed, and then the rest did, except Dodongo. She produced a glowing yellow crystal with a small bird's head attached, and then put it away just as Dodongo was excited. "Now, we are here because our part-time psychic thinks she knows something about this planet we're going to."

"Rani Talia, I suggested that we go here, not closer, because it is possible we could be detected by the…" she played something on her sitar. "NASADA," she continued. "And we came here, because five…" another note, "…mana crystals are falling towards this place, called the Earth."

"I know the Earth," snapped Talia, "we could have gone there a long time ago. But then we would have ended up like…Rita and Zedd." She spat at those words. "Now, Dodongo, we have five places where these crystals should be. They belong to Destiny Star. What do we do?"

"Uh…" began Dodonga, "Do we send down the Scrapers?"

"You are learning your place."

"Rani Talia, with all respect, that may be very dangerous," said Riki-Tiki-Kali. "They may be the seeds of a big problem."

"Silence, guitar monkey, what Talia suggests is pure tactical genious," said Mayhem. "So, where shall these forces be going to?"

"Have you forgotten that I saved you from the Wave?"

"But what have you done lately?"

"ENOUGH," screamed Talia. "Dodonga's plan shall be launched. And since Mayhem loved it so much, he will go with one of the groups. Chopper and Brawl shall also go down, and take that motorcycle with them."

"Sure thing, boss," said the purple-skinned one, Chopper.

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Northern Australia

Jerara Wilson felt odd to be back home after being away at university for so long. "Home" to him was in the outback of Northern Australia. He was one of the Aborigines, the original people of Australia. He was practicing on a didgeridoo. The setting sun shined off his brown skin, that had white patterns on it. He sat down to play. The tone suddenly stopped. Surprised, he shook his didgeridoo. It rattled. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"YOUR ATTENTION!" barked a robotic voice. A robot that resembled an orange version of Verliax 9 was facing him. "YOU ARE IN POSSESION OF PROPERTY OF THE DESTINY STAR." He put his hand out. "HAND IT OVER!"

"This is a didgeridoo, drongo!"

"VERY WELL. THRASHERS, ATTACK!" A group of grunting gorilla-like mutants with fluorescent skin appeared. Some of them had horns. They formed a circle around Jerara.

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Somewhere in Kenya

Kakuti was a Maasai moran, or warrior, set out to prove himself. Only a red robe wrapped around himself served as clothing, and he carried a sharp spear. He wanted to prove himself the traditional way. He saw a sleeping lion. And he saw something odd. A dust-covered rock that had a red glow, laying atop a mundane rock. He picked it up and looked at it. Then he tossed his spear at the lion. It never hit. A blast intercepted it. The lion awoke, and ran off.

"That's an inferior weapon," said General Mayhem, facing Kakuti. "That funny red rock. Give it to me. NOW!" Thrashers appeared. Mayhem's antlers began to glow, and then he fired explosive lightning at the ground. "Just so you know that I'm serious. I am General Mayhem of the Destiny Star. That rock belongs to us, do you understand, chump?"

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Central America

Something wasn't right. Maria awoke in her sleepy village. The roosters were crowing. It never bothered her before. She wandered outside, with an ornate cotton dress being all that was around her slender frame. She suddenly tripped. She shook dust out of her hair, and saw something glow yellow behind her. She picked it up, and looked at it. She decided she'd take it back to her house. Just then, lights shone on her. A group of Thrashers was there, with another android leading them. "THAT IS PROPERTY OF THE DESTINY STAR, HAND IT OVER NOW!"

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Falealili, Upolu, Samoa

Niu Vailua was celebrating a fiafia, or big party, that her village had. She was one of the dancers. She wore a yellow and orange puletasi, or two-pieces dress consisting of a tunic and a sarong. On her head was an ornate crown made of flowers, shells, and wood. A strange green glow appeared on it, as she danced with a few others, doing a type of graceful, arm movement-heavy dance called the siva. Drums were pounded on my male drummers, who wore necklaces and anklets of leaves, and lavalava, or cloth sarongs, and the beat picked up. A loud roar of engines interrupted the festivities.

Motorcycles roared across the malae, or village common. Most of them had Thrashers, except for the one that had Chopper and Brawl. The people screamed.

"My apolly-loggies," began Brawl, "but that devotchka," he pointed at Niu, "has something we came here to schvat."

"My brother means just fork over that crystal on her head-dress, and nobody will be hurt," explained Chopper.

"Crystal?" asked Niu.

"Something on you is glowing," said someone else.

"Yes, Crystal," said Brawl. "Crystal?"

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West of Cork, County Cork, Ireland

"I didn't even have a drink," said the Seann O'Patrick, as he woke up. The sun was slowly rising. He admired his blonde hair and muscular build. He got dressed in jeans and a shirt, and left his house to go for a walk. He had the strangest dream. Something about Rangers. Power Rangers. He looked down a gravel road. A strange blue light was falling towards the ground. He ran to it. The light stopped.

"YOU WILL HALT!" announced yet another android. More Thrashers appeared. "YOU WILL NOT GO ANY FURTHER!"

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Back Aboard the Destiny Star Spaceship

"Things are going well," said Talia.

"They are not," worned Riki-Tiki-Kali. "The simple presence of your armies are alerting those who know."

"And who would know? Princess Shayla is irrelevant, she should learn to take shorter naps. And before any other forces can be alerted, we'll overwhelm this planet. And Zordon? He no longer exists."

"A new group of Power Rangers shall be born," warned Riki-Tiki-Kali. "Yet you chose to ignore me."

"We are more powerful now than we were during the Zordon incident," explained Talia. "And we can become more powerful still."

"But I have warned you."

"And I suggest that you stick to playing your instruments. How likely are we to win?"

"Precisely ninety-nine point forty-four, based on all current data available," replied Verilax-9.

"And it was what you don't know…" began Riki-Tiki-Kali.

"Don't tell us we won't win," she angrily grabbed at Riki's sari. "WE WILL!"

So, what will happen? And is there any hope? Find out next episode.

This is my idea for a new Rangers' series. I hope you like it, and the invaders. So what will the new rangers be like? How will they meet? And will they have a "Zordon"? Find out soon. Ok, I'm trying to think of ideas and such. If any of you have any suggestions, or any comments, please let me know. Thanks,

Ra'akone