Hey this is my first foray into power rangers fanfic. I've had the idea of multiple different teams and stories and wanted to start here. The next few chapters will both introduce the power rangers' power as well as build the rest of the core team. I hope you enjoy and please review the chapters as they come so I now what I'm doing right and wrong. Thanks!

Brian groaned as his alarm began blaring again for the third time that morning. He blindly reached out and fumbled around with the clock, finally managing to hit the snooze button once more before rolling back over in his bed. 'It's too early for this', he thought. His head was beginning to throb, and he couldn't tell if it was because of his alarm clock or the night before. The gears began to turn in his head as began to remember everything that had transpired the previous evening. "I made to Dog Tavern for Clint's 21st birthday party. We were having a great time and then….ohhhh", he groaned. "I forgot I saw Shelby parading around with her new boyfriend. My friends bought me way too many shots to try and help me forget about her." Brian finally opened his eyes at this revelation, but quickly closed them shut as the light filtering in between his window shades caused his throbbing head even more pain. The thought of him doing or saying something stupid in front of his ex made him groan again.

"Hey are you finally up?" Brian heard his roommate Jack yell into room. Brian's earlier groan of embarrassment must've been loud enough for Jack to hear in the other room.

"Yeah", Brian croaked back. "I'm getting up."

He slowly rolled out of bed and shuffled his way into his bathroom. Flipping on the light and looking in the mirror, Brian was surprised to see the makings of a black eye and some other slight bruising and some cuts on his face. "That must be why my head and face are hurting so badly", he thought to himself. He sighed wondering who he had obviously fought the previous night and why. Before he could even yell out to his roommate, Jack poked his head into the bathroom.

"Hey bud, how're you feeling after last night?" Jack inquired. His vision quickly centered on Brian's bruised face.

"What happened last night? I don't remember getting too drunk, and what the hell happened to my face?"

"Well we all noticed that you had spotted Shelby and her new boyfriend so to take your mind off of it we went to grab you a drink. You noticed some douchebag creeping on Catherine and went to tell him off. He got super pissed at you and began to yell at you and push people around as he made his way out of the bar," Jack informed him. Catherine was a good friend of both Jack and Brian; her group of friends was pretty tight with theirs. "She was pretty thankful and joined us in our round of shots. After that you wanted to go to a different bar so you and I went outside. That's where you got jumped by that douchebag and five of his friends."

Brian winced as he began to recall bits and pieces of the fight from the night before.

"Two of them grabbed me and held me back while the other four started beating on you. You managed to put up a pretty good fight considering it was one versus four. You actually knocked two of them out before one of them grabbed your arms and the big one just started pummeling you. That's about when the rest of our friends ran outside. That sent the group of them scurrying away."

"All because I was looking out for Catherine?" Brian asked, shaking his head. "You do something nice and get your face wrecked for it."

"Yeah well everyone thought what you did was nice and the right thing. Plus, it was pretty badass being able to take out two out of the four guys who ganged up on you!"

"Yeah I guess it kind of is," Brian chuckled and shook his head. "Alright, let me take a shower and grab breakfast then I need to go hit the gym."

"Sounds good, I need to run to class anyways. Professor Chan said I'll start losing points if I'm late again." Jack shouted as he ran out of Brian's room.

Brian heard the door to his room close as he got into the shower. "Why do I always do this? I always have to try and play the hero don't I?", he thought to himself. Looking in the mirror Brian tried to gauge the full extent of the damage to his body. At six foot one he was relatively tall, and his years of sports and workouts left him built with lean muscles. Looking over his shoulder in the mirror he could see he had a few bruises on his ribs and back, probably from when the guys from the night before we're kicking him when he was on the ground. Sighing he turned back around and ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair. "At least I still look pretty," Brian said to himself winking in the mirror before heading to the shower.

It was going to be a long day having to explain the state of his face to his friends, and he needed to call Catherine. "She'll probably end up blaming herself for what happened. I need to let her know I'm alright," he thought as he began to shampoo his hair. After getting out of the shower and eating a quick breakfast Brian put on some blue gym shorts and a white t-shirt. As he pulled his sleeveless red hoodie over his head he winced in pain as a sharp pain shot up his side. "Maybe I'll just keep my workout light today." He slipped his iPod armband on and put his earbuds in as he left his apartment and began his daily run to the campus gym.

It was a beautiful late summer day in Bay City and Brian breathed in the fresh ocean air that was blown in from the coast. He took a second to breathe in calming scent and appreciate how beautiful it was on the California coast. Two years ago he had moved across the US to attend the Bay City Institute of Technology, more commonly referred to as Bay Tech. It was one of the most prestigious universities in the world and we'll renowned for the many technical innovations that were developed on the campus. Enjoying the uncharacteristically cool day in late August Brian began his run through the middle of campus towards the gym.

Across Campus

Doctor Ian McCoy slammed his phone down onto its receiver cursing to himself. The Colonel had just informed him that the failed experiments had been spotted again, and that his organization would not be able to keep to the occurrences from being made public for much longer. Ian massaged his temples, massaging the wrinkles that now creased his forehead due to a mixture of age and stress. He knew he had to complete his work as soon as possible to being to make up for his previous mistakes or else people would start to get hurt. He picked up his spectacles from his desk and gathered his latest research notes and a thumb drive containing the program he had completed coding the night before. "Hopefully this time the process will be a success," he mused as he walked out of his office.

He began to walk out of the nanotechnology building where his academic office was as began to hurry across campus to his research laboratory when he heard his two assistants call out to him. Ian turned around to see the two Ph.D. candidates jogging over to him.

"Perfect timing you two," Doctor McCoy said, quickly glancing at Mike Thompson and Julia Dobbs. "Come with me, we have a lot of work to do with the nano-bot project today."

"Of course professor, we just finished our lectures. Is everything ok?" Julia inquired. The 27-year-old could be best described as 'mousy', however underneath her glasses messy red ponytail was the brain of a genius.

"No, not at all." Ian lowered his voice, "The swarms were spotted again. I fear the worst may begin to happen if we do not finish the project soon."

"Well you did say the Omega Strain should be viable for human testing after you ran the latest numbers didn't you?", asked Mike. Being a bit stout and shorter than both the professor and Julia, he began to break out in a light perspiration as he huffed and tried to keep up with the brisk pace the other two were taking.

"Quiet! Do not speak of the project when we are out in…", the professor began to reply before screams ripped through the air and an explosion was heard in the distance towards the middles for campus. "Hurry! We must make sure the swarm is not responsible!"

With that the middle aged man broke off into a sprint towards the quad in the middle of campus.

The Other Side of the Quad

Brian had just crested the largest hill on campus, colloquially referred to as "frosh hill" as every freshman dorm was located at its base and therefore freshmen had to make the climb to the top of it every morning for classes, and slowed down to a walk as the pain in his side once again began to act up. He pulled his earbuds out and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he walked past the student union into the center of the quad.

"Brian! Hey Brian!"

He looked around trying to find the source of the shouts. His eyes finally fell on the peppy blonde skipping down the student union steps.

"Hey Cat. I was going to call you after I got back from the gym. I just needed to clear my head this morning first," Brian said, using his nickname for her, smiling as Catherine walked over to him. Without another word Catherine sprinted the last few feet to Brian and wrapped him up in a big hug. Being at least five inches shorter than him she buried her face in his chest and held onto him tightly. She held on to him until Brian said, "sorry I might be a little too sweaty and gross for this hug."

Catherine laughed at this and released her hold on him. He noticed she had tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'm just so glad you're not too hurt after last night. I can't believe what those guys did to you, all because you told that one off for being a drunk creep. It's all my fault you're hurt."

Brian could tell she was trying to hold back tears at this point. He smiled, taking both of her hands in his.

"Don't worry about it. You're one of my closest friends, I'd take those guys on again in a heartbeat for you." Brian beamed at her with his smiled cocked a little to the side. "Only I can mess with you." He added with a wink.

This caused Catherine to laugh and take a step back. She was wearing a pink tank top with a white button down over it tied at her navel and a pair of tight white shorts.

"I'm sorry, I just...you didn't have to do...and I am thankful for…", she stammered. "Ugggg! I don't know what came over me. Thanks for always looking out for me. I'm glad you're always around for me."

"Don't sweat it. You know you can always count on me to be there for you. Look I'm gonna finish my run and go work out, but maybe tonight we can…", Brian began to say before he was cut off by a number of people screaming behind him from the other side of the quad.

Brian and Catherine turned to look to see a few dozen people running away from what appeared to be a group of humanoid creatures all in black.

"What the hell is going on?" Catherine asked, just before one of the creatures raised the strange looking staff in its hand and fired a ball of energy out of it. The ball of energy struck the ground a few feet behind one of the groups of fleeing people causing a small explosion that sent them flying a few feet in the air in every direction.

"OH MY GOD!" Catherine screamed. She began to shake and grabbed onto Brian as she began to turn and run, however Brian was rooted in place. "Brian come on we need to get out of here!"

Brian shook his head and looked down at her.

"Cat, run for safety, some of these people need help. Call 911. We need the police and ambulances here right away."

Without another word Brian ripped himself out of Catherine's grasp and sprinted straight ahead towards the unknown impending danger.