July 1947
It had started as a normal day for Randall Welling. The government was still sweating over the Cold War, but that was to be expected. Randall had been enjoying a nice slice of rhubarb pie at the local diner when the strange man in a dark suit approached him.
"Mr. Welling?" The man asked Randall in a very muted tone.
"Yes?" Randall asked he looked up at the bald man more curious than concerned.
"We have an incident that requires your expertise." The man replied.
Randall sighed and finished his slice of pie, "Explain the rest on the way." Randall said while leaving a decent tip for his waitress.
The two of them sat in the man's black vehicle. Based on the clean and barren nature of the vehicle's inside Randall assumed it was military issued. "As you were saying?" Randall asked.
"There was a crash out in New Mexico, an unidentified aircraft was recovered and sent to the nearest compound for examination."
Randall took a few moments to digest the information presented to him. "Do they think it's from the Soviets?"
The man shook his head. "Nobody seems to know where it came from, but it's definitely not the Soviets."
Randall raised an eyebrow, "What makes you say that?"
"You'll just have to see." The man said simply.
Randall didn't question him anymore and instead waited quietly for them to reach their destination.
Once at the compound things began to become a little strange. For one all of the normal staff had been replaced with a small pocket of very reserved scientists and a few armed guards. For two all of the scientists were completely dumbfounded, each one of them would softly mumble their own hypothesis.
The "aircraft" was being held in a large bunker that had formerly been devoted to storing experimental aircraft. Randall supposed that meant the new discovery was more important than any of those.
A lot of the craft had been dismantled and rested on sterile white tables that clashed with the grimy look of the concrete floor. Randall was known for his ability to understand complicated machines, it was how he made his living and what had gotten him labeled as such a high priority in the military, yet even he didn't understand what was littered all around him. He couldn't even identify the materials that were used in most of them.
"I've been trying to figure it out for hours." A scientist behind Randall said, "It's like all of this just fell from the sky, I wouldn't even be surprised if it was sent from God himself."
Randall moved to the craft itself, it didn't seem to be very aerodynamic, nor did it seem to have any sort of tangible propulsion technique.
"This thing puts anything we can build to shame." The other scientist said calmly.
"Yeah." Randall agreed, "I love to meet the engineer that put this baby together."
"I take it you haven't been to the infirmary to see him yet." The man said in a strange tone.
"Seem who?" Randall asked.
"The pilot they recovered." The scientist replied.
Randall didn't waste any time as he rushed to the infirmary.
The air was brisk and cool as Randall entered the almost empty room. The light shined down harshly on the figure that rested on a bare gurney. The features of the pilot were very feminine, despite the fact it seemed very much male. His long black hair flowed down to hover a few centimeters above the ground and his pale grey eyes gazed dully at the ceiling. His garb was also strange, it seemed to be made of metallic fabric.
While examining the body Randal caught sight of something strange attached to the pilot, a small watch-like device was strapped to his wrist. Randall gently touched the smooth surface of the device and somehow felt a strange jolt pass through his body. He examined the device further, despite its appearance it didn't seem to be a watch, nor did it have any obvious functions. Randall supposed it could be some form of fashion accessory, but Randall's gut said otherwise.
Randall carefully removed the device from the pilot's corpse, some inner part of himself knew it would eventually become very important. Little did Randall know he was holding one of the most influential objects humanity would ever recover.
March 1979
Andy Welling kept a picture of his father during that fateful day in 1949 as a reminder to continue the legacy. Andy was standing in his uniform, ready to be deployed at any moment.
In the wake of the ever pressing Cold War, a new enemy was on the horizon, a powerful terrorist organization had done the unthinkable. They had recovered a powerful being from another planet. The organization, known as Hydra, was using knowledge collected from the being too forward their own agenda of world domination.
To counter this the governments of the world were focusing all of their resources into the creation of a task force capable of taking Hydra down. The organization the world turned to was a secret branch of the United States known as S.H.I.E.L.D, and it was S.H.I.E.L.D who nominated Andy to be the leader of the world's newest protectors, World Patrol: Battle Fever J.
A man stepped into Andy's office, a very assertive looking man clad in black leather with a slew of medals attached to his breast jacket. While Andy didn't salute the man, he still stood in attention for his superior. "What do you need Colonel Fury?"
"I just wanted to see how you were holding up." Nick Fury replied simply, "The mission you and your teammates are about to partake in will determine the fate of the entire planet."
Andy smiled, "I'm not scared if that's what you're trying to ask me. I should be scared, I mean so much is on the line, but I'm not."
Nick flashed a sideways grin, "If you have half the spunk your father does then you'll be just fine."
February 1999
It had almost been twenty years since Victor Welling's father disappeared after destroying the worldwide terrorist organization known as Hydra and during those twenty years a lot had changed. The most notable thing was the introduction of the Power Rangers, a group of colored heroes that began their fight against evil in California. S.H.I.E.L.D took a great level of interest in those heroes because they seemed to possess powers similar to World Patrol: Battle Fever J, only much stronger.
When Ranger's Megazord fell to pieces in 1994 S.H.I.E.L.D had been the first to collect the parts. Once collected their best scientists began to study the Zords properties in an attempt to further S.H.I.E.L.D's own projects. It was during these examinations that a revolutionary discovery was made. The technology found in Roswell parallel very closely to the newly recovered Zords. This development sent the scientists into a fury, any connection to a fifty year old case was mind boggling enough, but the idea of connecting two of the most infamous events together was starting to sound like someone was going to need to rewrite the textbooks.
This led to the discovery that Battle Fever J had been wrong in the way they channeled their energy. While it was thought that they needed a mini nuclear reactor in each of the modules, this new data suggested the Power Rangers channeled their power through some limitless well of power.
All of this is what caused Victor Welling to be strapped down onto a metal table while a handful of men in lab coats rushed around him. A giant machine hovered over Victor, the bulking contraction hummed with power as everyone prepared for the experiment. The idea was very simple, they were going to hit Victor with a small bit of energy similar to what they collected from the Megazord, only this energy would have its DNA locked with that of a hawk , just as the Power Ranger were linked to dinosaurs.
Victor prepared himself for the blast, he didn't know what it would feel like, but he couldn't imagine it would feel too good. He was terrified, but he knew he couldn't back down, this was his legacy, this was what his family had been fighting for generations.
The machine fired to life, it began to glow red faintly as it collected the energy it would fire into Victor. The young boy thought of his father, he hoped that wherever he went he would find the time to congratulate Victor on his bravery.
When the ray hit Victor he felt everything light up around him. His entire world was enveloped in a glowing light. At first, Victor tried to scream as the powerful energy tore through him, but he found he couldn't speak. It was like electricity in his veins, forcing Victor to become mute to the situation.
Suddenly everything went wrong, lights began to flash as everyone tried to evacuate. Victor looked around as everything melted into a panic. He tried to pull on his chains but there were stuck in place.
The horrified look on everyone's faces spoke more then the siren could. Nobody ever tried to unchain the young adult, instead, they tried to flood out of the room. Despite their best efforts, none of them managed to escape before the machine exploded.
The blast was unlike anything he had ever seen before, it filled his vision with a rainbow of swirling colors, it reminded Victor of the Aurora Borealis, only fifty times more intense.
Among the intense colors Victor could make out a strange figure, it appeared humanoid but its features were ambiguous. The only noticeable thing on the figure was a glimmering jewel on the figure's head.
When Victor came back to reality he returned to a destroyed lab. Everything around him was covered in thick black soot, and the roof was completely gone.
Nick Fury rushed into the room. He was a very mysterious person to Victor, he was the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D, yet he stayed in the shadows. One eye was covered by an eye patch, and the other was wide and vivid with fear as he pulled the chains off Victor.
"What happened?" Victor asked as he tried to recollect himself.
"I don't know." Nick Fury replied, "Something went wrong and the energy readings went off the chart."
Victor melted against the floor when he tried to stand, his knees shook horribly and the rest of his body seemed to defy any movement. Nick Fury lifted Victor up and helped him out of the room.
While the two were walking down the hallway a scientist rushed over to the duo. The man was dressed in a white coat and his horned glasses were faintly scratched. Victor recognized this scientist as , one of the leading researchers in "Morphing Physics".
"I've been tracking the leak," said in a winded voice.
"What are you talking about?" Nick Fury asked in a slightly annoyed tone.
"That explosion." The man tried to explain in a shaky voice, "It released a large amount of Morphing energy, at first I thought it would shoot randomly into space, but it curved at the stratosphere and crashed back to Earth."
Nick Fury raised both his eyebrows, "What do you think is channeling the energy?"
"That's the thing." Dr. Beverly said, "I don't think it's a what I think it's who."
"Are you implying that the energy is inside some random civilian?" The concept was starting to upset Fury, and he began to eye Dr. Beverly angrily.
"Four to be exact." The man said before wincing. The effects of Fury's stare was making him blush. "The leak separated into four parts, each one hitting a different location."
"Can you find who was infused with the energy?" Nick Fury asked.
"Yes." Dr. Beverly replied, "Though it will take me some time."
Fury exhaled deeply and gripped the side of the table very tightly. "I need this done as fast as possible, and the moment you find the first target I need their location reported to me immediately." The scientist nodded and rushed off.
After the area was clear Nick Fury led Victor down towards a darkened hallway through a nearly forgotten area of the compound. The two stopped at a dead end which was revealed to be a sliding door. The room inside was completely dark except for a single ray of light that reflected against a small wrist device that sat atop a metal podium.
"This is what all of our experiments have been leading up to." Nick Fury explained. "We have taken all of our research and poured it into this." Nick Fury carefully retrieved the device and held it in front of Victor. "This is the future of warfare, with it you can channel the energy we have coded into you."
Victor strapped the device on his wrist, he was completely speechless.
"I just hope we can find the other four before any more tragedies befall us." Nick Fury whispered in the empty room.
Hydra Island existed in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. For twenty years it had managed to keep itself quiet and off the radar while the organization recovered. The battle with Battle Fever J had nearly destroyed them from the inside out, and for a while they barely held on. Yet time proved to be the best means of repair.
When Hedda finally opened his eyes he did so as a shiver ran down his spine, for twenty years he had remained in a deep slumber, waiting for the day for him to reclaim his former glory. He had felt the energy that seemed to tear through space like lightning. It had been one of the most jarring sensations he'd felt throughout his time on Earth.
Despite the strange sense of fear he was starting to feel, the man clad in his purple robe began to smile. The powerful force of energy had caused a stir in multiple Back Dimensions, and Hedda could feel them coming to investigate.
Hedda exited his room for the first time in twenty years. His steps were cheerful and filled with life as he strolled past confused looking men with guns. He simply smiled at them, he figured they were still in diapers the last time he was in the public eye.
Hedda opened the large oak door that led to the commander's office. A girl clad in a green cloak was already aiming her gun at Hedda's head by the time he could see her. He waved at the woman. "Are you the leader around here?"
"Who the hell are you?" She asked with a scowl.
"Oh, excuse me." The man said in a courteous voice, he then bowed to the woman, "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Lord Hedda, Commander of the Egos Armada."
The girl examined him for a few moments, her dark eyes scanned him a few times as she tried to piece everything together. "You're the last of that Egos," She said finally, "And if you've decided to snap out of your catnap that means something big is about to happen."
"Yes." Hedda agreed. "I can feel strong force preparing itself to arrive in our dimension. Maybe if we can intercept them first we can gain their favor."
"I'm listening." The girl said with a cold smile, "What do you think we should do?"
Hedda smiled, he'd hoped she would trust him with this. "Give me a handful of soldiers and I'll lead them to where the interdimensional beings are going to land."
The girl was still grinning, her long dark hair flowed over her face. "Take whatever you need, just as long as you think you can win those guys over."
"Oh trust me, it'll be easy," Hedda said with a grin of his own.
A/N: This is really the first time I've tried a story like this, sorry if the first part here is lacking in character development, we'll get into that more after all the exposition has been delivered. Special thanks to dudelove85 for giving me this idea, he is a very talented writer on this site and you should check him out.