**NOTE - This is transcribed from a story headed by TheFightingSpirit on Rangerboard. The co-authors were ShinySephiroth, RangerSilver6, evilgreenranger1993, and U.R Dimand
Prologue
It was night. The capital city of Toku was peaceful at that time, except in a nearby park where two people were standing opposite each other, staring intently.
"I'm here as you requested... let's get this on!" One of them said.
The other merely grinne as they both took our their power morphers. "It's Henshin Time!"
They both transformed: one red; one blending in with the night with red stripes to accent his outfit. They began fighting.
Several hours later and the black ranger was tried. The fighting was intense, but both had gained a greater respect for each other.
"Give up?" The red ranger asked.
"Heh, heh, not a chance. Now's my chance to shine!" The black ranger declared as he inserted a distinct looking disk into his morpher. In a flash his morpher transformed into what was known as a "Legendary Morpher", while in his other hand a ranger figure, or Key, appeared.
"Legendary Ranger Mode! Jungle Fury! Jungle Beast, Spirit Unleashed!"
The black ranger lit up in a violet light and, suddenly, in his place stood the Jungle Fury Wolf Ranger...
. . .
JB sat on a boulder, staring at what looked like a thriving metropolis in the distance. He looked up at Toku's bilunar sky, desperate for an answer.
How did this happen?
He heard something behind him. He looked to see what it was. At first he saw nothing. Then... something sitting on the boulder behind him caught his eye.
"Huh? What is that?" He grabbed it and looked it over. "It looks like an old power morpher. How did it get here...?"
He jumped off the boulder. The air was cold against his skin. He unrolled his sleeves to keep himself warm. He looked into the woods, but couldn't see anything. He looked down at the morpher.
Should I keep it? I guess it is suspect that a morpher happens to fall into my possession after such a life changing event... Do I trust it?
He looked at it, unsure what to do.
It is probably sabotaged... What if it infects me with a bio-virus?
Despite his hesitation, he felt drawn to the morpher. He felt like he should become one with it. He felt like it was truly his.
"Well, I guess there is one thing I can do..." JB said, setting the mysterious morpher down on a rock before him.
He took the morpher apart, looking at its circuitry. He noticed a particular cluster head that caught his attention and caused him to pause.
"Well, it looks like someone is trying to keep track of these morphers after all. This looks similar to a GPS router." He said as he pulled that piece of circuitry out, slipping the disabled unit into a pouch on his uniform. He then unrolled the main body of the morpher, revealing it to be a belt. He put it on around his waist.
"Hmm... Well, as long as I am here..."
Looking down at his uniform he peeled off the insignia of his organization from the breast of his jumpsuit. "I don't know what I am getting into or where I am... Best keep my anonymity for now..."
And with that, JB made his way toward the city.
. . .
Deep in the city, an event had begun. The announcer, a small man wearing a loud jacket, diamond-rim shades, and platform boots with transparent soles, stepped up to the microphone. For a short few moments, he studied the crowd gathering around him in the street.
"I know you're out there, ladies and gentlemen! Can I get a heck yeah!?"
Only one or two people replied, but when compared to the general make-up of the crowd they seemed by far the most excited. Their response made the announcer feel good.
"Well then, I guess the rest of you don't know what time it is!"
He flung his arms out wide and a figure in a green and silver hooded cloak stepped up toward him through the crowd to join the announcer. Upon reaching the announcer, the hooded man folded his arms. He didn't seem that interested in what was going on, either.
The camera crews refocused their shots.
"For one night only, good people of Toku... This right here is the spectacular of the century! The Green Dragon's Take on All-Comers Challenge! You heard me right!" The announcer paused at that moment finally for a breath before continuing, "His rise from lowly high school science teacher to being the undefeated champion of the league has been a road pock-marked with danger, but he's here before you now... Dr. Thomas Oliver!"
Thomas threw off his cloak. He was a muscular man with short spiked hair wearing a Green Dragon-brand vest top in, you guessed it, green. Looking at him now, one could hardly believe he'd once been a man of science.
Snatching the microphone from the announcer, Thomas addressed the crowd. "That's right, you guys. If anybody out there thinks they can beat me... then come get it! Bring in on!"
