Chapter One: A Call From the Past

Master Org had been defeated in present day Turtle Cove 4 years ago, or so the citizens of the city, as well as the Wild Force Power Rangers thought. But he had managed to slowly regenerate over the years, and was now back to his nasty old self. His powers were still weak from having been unused for so long, but he still had some energy left. With this energy, he sneaked into the Briarwood Museum of Natural History the night before Nick, Laura, Lianbow and the former Ninja Storm Rangers were scheduled for their tour of the attraction and covered the T-Rex skeleton in the Hall of Dinosaurs with Org seeds. The seeds disappeared into the bones the moment they touched the dead carnivore, and the T-Rex slowly rose from its platform. It roared, then turned into an Org shaped vaguely like a Tyrannosaurus. He had spikes growing out of his silver armor, his head, his tail, even his legs. Only one spike, the middle one on his back, was yellow, the others were white. A single horn sat upon his forehead, which signified his status as a Duke Org.

"Dino Org, I have gifted you with the power of 15 Duke Orgs as well as numerous Org seeds." Master Org intoned. "So the Mystic Force Power Rangers will have a hard time trying to deal with you. And while you're wrecking havoc upon Briarwood, I want you to crush the Ninja Storm team as well for Lothor, a personal friend of mine. Now go back to sleep, and when the Rangers arrive tomorrow, start terrorizing the population of both cities without waiting for my command. Get it?"

"I hear and obey, Master Org." Dino Org replied. He then turned back into a harmless skeleton of a T-Rex before remounting the platform. His head turned once more before locking in place. Master Org laughed loudly, evilly, before leaving the museum. But as with all plans, his current 'EVIL PLAN NUMBER 63' would fail eventually. After all the Power Rangers would get their victory over all evil monsters and their plans in the end.

Rock Porium, Briarwood, California, USA

I was stocking the shelves with the last Kira Ford CD and looking quite bored because the job was taking forever to get done, when the Lunar Caller abruptly rang, startling me so much I fell off my ladder and landed on my butt on the hard textile floor.

"Are you okay?" Nick called out worriedly from the cash register, and got a groan in reply. "Vida, jump down from the DJ table for a moment and make sure Laura didn't break a bone."

"I'm fine, I'm fine." I tried to say, but got a good inspection nevertheless. "Guys, you're sometimes too protective of me." Lowering my voice, I then muttered something about the Mystic Force Rangers acting like Sensei Watanabe (who had been very protective of me as well as his son Cam when I worked with Ninja Storm).

Madison came over then to right the ladder. "We have a right to be worried." She said. "Given your many years of Ranger experience, we can't afford to lose you to the Master."

"Master, shamaster." I snapped at the girls, and shooed them all away. "Excuse me, but I've got a phone call to answer."

"You can't answer the phone, not when Toby's around." Xander told me when he walked by. "Now finish filling up the shelves. That call's gonna have to wait."

"It's rude not to answer a phone call, especially one that's ringing without stopping." I answered, sensing that the caller was one that was not willing to give up easily. "Hello, who is this?"

"It's Hunter Bradley from the Thunder Ninja Academy." The person on the other side replied, and I almost fell off my ladder again when I heard the former Crimson Thunder Ranger's voice. "Ahh! Hunter, I wasn't expecting a call from you. How have you been? For that matter, how has everyone been?"

"Shane, Dustin, and Tori appear to be enjoying their jobs at the Wind Ninja Academy, Sensei Watanabe is thinking about retiring, and my own teacher, Sensei Omino has been so happy to see me back at his school that he's not letting me out of his sight. Blake, as you know, went on to pursue a motocross career, and I happen to have a whole list of his upcoming races, so if you're interested I'll fax you a copy. As for Cam, he's currently at Ninja Ops getting everything back online. As of now he's trying to rev up that Mobile Command Center. The truck's been catching dust for the last three years."

"I see." I commented, and continued to put Kira Ford CDs on the shelves. "Say, what say you to a little meeting right here in Briarwood any day this coming week?"

"What, you're in Briarwood?" Hunter asked. "That's pretty far from Blue Bay Harbor. What drew you to that place, anyway?"

"It's a funny story, and I hope I have the chance to tell it to you some other time, Hunter. Now, about that reunion I had in mind?"

"Reunion? Oh, I see, you want to see all of us again. That can be arranged. Tomorrow both ninja schools have a week long summer break, and that means I can gather the whole gang and come meet you in Briarwood. We shouldn't have any problems with traffic due to our abilities to ninja streak instantly from one town to another, and if you'll name a time and place, I can arrange everything."

"Good. Then write this down." There was pause, followed by the sound of Hunter slamming drawers as he tried to find a spare piece of paper. "Time? 9:00. Place? Briarwood Museum of Natural History. Meet me outside the main entrance."

"Sounds like a good plan." I heard Hunter say after he had finished scribbling. "Oh hey, I've got to go. Sensei Omino just arrived and judging by the look on his face he's not too happy. Don't worry, I'll see you tomorrow. I promise."

"Great." And with that I closed the phone. "Yahoo! I'm gonna have a reunion! Nick, we're gonna have guests tomorrow morning, lots and lots of guests. You don't mind if I bring them along for our trip to the Dinosaur Museum, do you?"

"Why not?" Nick called back. "The more, the merrier."

"Okay then." I answered, and whirled around to see Toby looking at me. "Hey. Wazzup, boss?"

"Hurry up and finish that job, or you're not leaving, got it? Oh, and when you're done I want you to run to the post office and get me a couple more boxes of Kira Ford CDs, which I'll expect you to stock tomorrow. Be here at 9, got it?"

"9?" I squeaked. "Uh Toby, I think we may have a problem."