Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers S.P.D. or anything to do with it. Honestly, I own very few things. A body pillow, that bag of Cheetos, and the 2001 Ford Taurus sitting outside my house. I do, however, claim to have come up with this plot and a few OC's. I don't really own them, but if anyone tries to steal them, this is the original. So there.
NOW! Onto my author's note. I came up with the idea for this story back in 2006 and I outlined the entire thing. I just never got around to writing it. We just got Netflix and I was able to re-watch Power Rangers S.P.D. and remembered about this. So, I figured better late than never.
Warnings: There will be cursing, a bit of torture, and mild sexual encounters. Also, this will be a GIRL X GIRL story. If you don't like it, please don't read it. I'm kind of sick of people who don't like femslash commenting on my stories about how it's sick and wrong. Again, don't like then don't read.
ON WITH THE GOOD STUFF!
Prologue
"Nervous?" A large dog-like creature asked as he adjusted his ceremonial robes. His robes were black as night to match the midnight blue skin he bore. His dark black eyes reflected mild concern as he looked over at his companion.
"Me? Nervous? You obviously don't know me that well, Skylos," his friend snapped as he fiddled with his own robes. His was slightly less dark, but looked even darker in his white robes. His midnight blue eyes twinkled in the light, hiding the fear he felt. Skylos let out a hardy laugh as he turned to his companion.
"Oh brother, I think I know you well enough. You're just putting on a face so no one sees the mess of nerves inside," he said, placing a large paw on his brother's shoulder. The lighter skinned dog gave him a half smile as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said in a sly voice.
"Anubis… you're about to make the biggest commitment in your life. I remember when I was first married. Do you remember, little brother?" Skylos asked as he turned his brother around. Anubis smiled and nodded as his older brother fixed his collar.
"You kept freaking out that you weren't going to be good enough for her," he recalled. Skylos nodded.
"Ha, I knew you'd remember. Sabaka and I were happy, until her untimely passing. But those moments before our ceremony began, I was ready to jump ship, as they say," he explained as he turned his brother around again and admired his robes in the mirror.
"Well, if we're being honest here… I guess I feel kind of similar. I feel like perhaps Isinia might still having feelings for Icthior, though he's long gone," Anubis admitted. Skylos shook his head as he grabbed his brother's arm and pulled him to the door.
"She chose you, Anubis. She wouldn't being marrying you if she didn't truly love you, brother," he reminded him. Anubis stopped next to the door and turned to his brother who stood only a few inches taller than him.
"You're right, Skylos. I don't know what I'd do without you," Anubis said, leaning forward to hug his brother. Skylos just chuckled and returned the hug, his large blue paws patting his brother's back.
"Let's get out there and get you married."
"Skylos?" Anubis asked as he entered his brother's lab on the S.P.D. base. Skylos looked up from his computer, a pair of glasses hanging off the tip of his nose. His ceremonial robes were replaced with a lab coat and his tired black eyes scanned his brother across the room.
"I heard, brother," he said as Anubis stepped towards his older brother. His own wedding robes were gone and in it's place was an S.P.D. uniform.
"We leave in the morning," he said.
"I wish I could say that I had more progress on these power enhancers, but I'm almost there," Skylos said, motioning to his computer.
"It's okay, I'm sure we can take on the Troobian Empire without them," Anubis said, taking a seat across from his kin.
"I believe so too," Skylos agreed before turning back to his computer. For a few minutes, the two dogs sat in silence as Skylos typed away at his computer. Finally, the younger brother broke the silence.
"Is… is Maxwell being deployed as well?" he asked. Skylos sighed.
"No, they're only deploying A through D squads. The other cadets are to remain here on the base in case of a surprise attack," he explained. Anubis nodded
"That's good, I'd hate if anything happened to my nephew," he said. Skylos nodded, but frowned.
"I am also glad, however I fear for the boy. He's been at the academy for so many years now, and is still just a regular cadet. He has talent and skill, but lacks the drive," Skylos said, revealing his fears to his brother. Anubis placed a hand on Skylos' shoulder.
"I know, brother, I know. Perhaps when this is all over, he'll have a chance to make it onto D-squad," he offered.
"I hope you're right, brother. I hope you're right."
"Emperor Grumm." Grumm looked up to see General Banaag enter his chambers.
"What have I told you about entering my private chambers?" Grumm snapped, picking up his staff and pointing it towards his finest General.
"I apologize, your Excellency, but you have a very important visitor," he said, lowering his head and getting onto one knee to bow before his Emperor.
"Who?" Grumm asked after a moment, to which General Banaag looked up.
"A Sirian with information," he said, rising once again to his feet. Grumm paused for a moment, debating whether or not he cared.
"Tell him to enter," he finally responded after several grueling minutes. General Banaag turned on his heel to exit and a few seconds passed before a young Sirian entered. His coat was such a dark midnight blue that the Sirian almost appeared black. His belly was a pale white and his eyes were solid black.
"Emperor," he said, kneeling before Grumm.
"State your name and business before I have you killed," Grumm snapped, his voicing booming throughout his chambers, but the dog didn't even cringe.
"My name is Maxwell Cruger and I have come to you swearing my allegiance," Maxwell said, rising to his feet. Grumm gave the Sirian a once over before scoffing.
"What do you have that I could possibly want?" he asked, noting a smile creep up on the dog before him.
"Information and technology, of course. You think I would honestly show up here without something to offer," he asked in a cocky tone of voice.
"I'll decide if you have anything worth to offer, Sirian," Grumm quickly replied, halting the attitude.
"My Emperor, the Sirians are planning an attack on the Troobian Empire. And my father, Skylos Cruger, is working on technology to enhance strength and speed of an individual," Maxwell explain, returning to the formalities he used before. Grumm noted the shift in his behavior, but ignored it in order to process the information.
"This… this is very valuable information. How close is your father to completing his research?" Grumm asked as he thought of all the possibilities such technology would mean to his army.
"Very close. I would say he might even complete it during the invasion. And being his son, I would have access to this technology as soon as it's finished," Maxwell said, a sneer appearing on his face.
"Well young Maxwell, I believe this information will serve me well. General Banaag, ready the troops! We'll be ready when the Sirians attack," Grumm called out. General Banaag, who stood patiently outside the door, called back into the chamber.
"Yes, my emperor!"
"As for you, Maxwell Cruger, I want you to be ready to take this technology from your father. With it's power, I can greatly improve my army as well as my own fighting abilities," Grumm ordered. Maxwell nodded and gave a slight bow.
"Of course, Master."
"Maxwell! Great news!" Skylos called as he looked up from his computer. Maxwell lowered his training sword and turned towards the other dog.
"What is it, father?" he asked, boredom evident in his voice.
"I've completed my power enhancer! I've contained all the technology into this morpher," Skylos told his son as he unhooked a small device from his computer. "Here, try it out."
"Of course, but how does it work?" Maxwell asked, grabbing the small device greedily. It fit into his paw perfect, like a miniature communicator. Skylos smiled and reached out to readjust his grip.
"Here, hold it like this. Make sure you hit this button on the side as you flip it open. Make sure to say, S.P.D. go as you do it," Skylos explained as he let go and leaned back in his seat, eager to watch his son test out the completed morpher. Maxwell sneered as he followed his father's instructions.
"S.P.D. GO!" he called out. A bright light was emitted from the device in his hand, completely engulfing Maxwell. After a moment, the light disappeared and Skylos' eyes had to readjust to the room lighting.
"My son… it's beautiful," Skylos said as Maxwell was revealed. A black skin tight suit covered him, with an S.P.D. logo on his chest. His head was covered by a small helmet fitted to his large head. Skylos smiled as Maxwell turned around to look at himself in one of the many mirrors kept in the lab.
"It truly is beautiful," Maxwell said. Without a moment's hesitation, his hand shot out balled in a fist and brought the mirror. Skylos merely laughed.
"Such power you have now! It also adapts and enhances your teleporting ability since this one is specially made for you, my son," Skylos said, turning around to face his computer again. Maxwell looked down at his glove covered hands, practically feeling the energy crackling within him.
"This suit truly is a work of art… Skylos," Maxwell muttered, turning around to face his father. Skylos slowly turned around in his chair, only to be met with the tip of a blade being rammed into his chest.
"ARGH!" he cried out, trying to grip the sharp blade and pull it out from his chest. However, it was too late. Moments later, Skylos lay dead. Maxwell pulled the sword from within his father's chest and returned it to his belt. He crossed the room and pulled a special communicator out of his bag.
"My emperor, the technology is ours," Maxwell said, his voice slightly muffled by the helmet. A few seconds of crackling static followed before Grumm replied.
"Very good, Maxwell. The Sirians are retreating back to base. Take out as many as you can before I arrive with my army," Grumm ordered. Maxwell nodded.
"Yes, Emperor Grumm."
Anubis and his five surviving teammates burst through the doors of the S.P.D. command center. Hondo, the commanding officer of the Sirius S.P.D. base, ran up to greet the remaining six men. His red coat was matted to his skin with sweat as he counted the survivors. Earlier that day, he sent out fifty of his best cadets.
"Anubis, what happened?" Hondo asked as an infirmary team rushed to the injured survivors. Anubis shrugged them off, his paw clutching his Shadow Saber.
"Grumm was prepared for the attack. We barely made it out alive," he explained, trying to catch his breath. Hondo frowned.
"How could Grumm possibly have known we were going to attack?" Hondo asked in panic as Anubis shook his head.
"I told him," a voice called out. Anubis, Hondo, and the rest of the S.P.D. cadets looked up to see a dog dressed in an all black skin tight S.P.D. uniform. His helmet covered his face.
"Who are you?" Hondo demanded, grabbing his own sword. Before he could even get into a fighting stance, the dog in the black suit rushed forward with his own sword, decapitating Hondo. His head fell to the floor, his eyes open in surprise. Anubis took a step back, his own sword at the ready.
"I will strike you down and avenge Hondo," Anubis snapped, lunging at the masked Sirian. Maxwell raised his own sword, quick to block the attack. With all his newfound strength, he shoved Anubis and sent him flying across the room. Anubis dropped his sword and landed with a groan.
"You'll have to avenge my father too, uncle," Maxwell said as a few other cadets attacked. With a few swipes of his blade, they lay dead at his feet.
"Maxwell?" Anubis asked, stunned. Despite the helmet, Anubis could sense Maxwell's trademark smirk.
"Now you're catching on."
To Be Continued...
Well, what'd you think? I know it's a different take on what happened on Sirius, but it's all important to the story. The conclusion to the prologue won't come until later on in the story, but there will be closure.
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