Author Note: "Dimitra" is the property of Bandai Entertainment and "the teens that utilized the Psycho Rangers powers long ago" are OCs owned by the user Crow Black Knightmare. Credit for their concept and creation go to him. "Zalma" and the new colored Psychos that appear later in this story are my personal OCs. Questions about either should go to the user that made them.

Scenes start a long time ago....

A woman named Astronema is seen on a technological computer experimenting with various data.

"Why destroy the Rangers myself when I can have them destroy themselves?"

Five crystals appear in front of her.

Each a specific color.

Brown, Orange, Purple, White, and Green.

"With this team of evil rangers, victory is assured. They will wear our colors, and-"

Sher presses a button, and the crystals are ejected from the ship.

"On second thought, I think I'll stick to the colors of the Rangers themselves." Astronema says. "It has no meaning whatsoever if the Rangers colors aren't used."

She then summons five new crystals with the color of each of the Power Rangers.

These crystals are what later birthed the first Psycho Rangers........


Scenes switch to the crystals ejected from the ship.

The crystals fall to Earth as they each land in a different area.

The Brown Crystal lands in the African jungles.

The Orange Crystal lands in a desert in the sahara.

The White Crystal lands in a metallic field that would soon be known as Terra Venture.

The Purple Crystal lands near the feet of an unknown person, who proceeds to pick it up.

The Green Crystal lands by the feet of Tommy, the first Green ranger, and former Zeo Red Ranger.

"What's this?" He asks himself, picking up.

"Better keep it. It might come in handy."


Scenes switch to an Asian, spiky haired teen with white hair.

He is seen fighting with what appear to be local bullies in the park.

He kicks one of them in the shin, while incapacitating one armed with a knife with a headbutt to the forehead.

After all of the bullies are dispatched, a chubby boy seen cowering the corner thanks him, and runs away, evidently scared.

Fast forward two hours later, he is in what appears to be an office with an african-american man sitting behind the desk.

"Creed, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. Fighting isn't the only way to repair the school." The man says.

"Of course not." Creed, the boy, says sarcastically. "You, sitting in your chair never wanting to get your hands dirty, wouldn't like fighting. How about us, who are being pressured by the gangs every day? Them treating us like servants. You know what, fuck you! When you grow a backbone and need somebody to clear out the idiot gangsters from the school, call me."

The boy leaves the rroom, slamming the door behind him.

The man sighs knowingly.

"Creed's got a good heart, but he needs to know when not to fight. He'll get into real trouble someday, a type of trap he cannot fight himself out of....."


Scenes switch to a Brown-haired, German teen with his sister, both of them in college just after the day is through.

A while later, he is seen in the backyard of their home, with two guns, one in each hand.

Rows of bottles have been set down in various places at various distances.

He shoots one of his guns at the bottle at the farthest end.

The pellet fired connects with it's target with pinpoint accuracy as the bottle breaks and falls with a crash.

"Ah, sehr gut, mein bruder!" ( "Very good, my brother!") The girl with him earlier shouts as he turns to face her.

"Katrina." The boy says with a European accent. "Why are you out here? I don't want a stray pellet to hit you. They are like baseballs. You'll get a bruise for a month."

"Oh, Tarka." She says. "You worry too much, bruder."

"Komm nach Hause!" ("Come home!") A voice shouts. "Dinner!"

The family, consisting of Tarka, his sister, and a woman with a slightly muscular build are eating bratwurst.

"So."? The mother says. "How was school, Tarka?"

"Eh..." Tarka says nonchalantly. "Nicht gut. ("Not good.") My grades are slipping. If I want to get a major, I need a 3.7 Grade Point Average minimum."

"You are so paranoid, bruder." Katrina says. "Anyone can get a job as long as they graduate college."

"Well, I want a good job, not ending up in an office like father used to." Tarka says.

"Mother, have you found any information as to Father yet?" Katrina asks.

"No, I haven't." The woman says, very sullenly. "He's been missing for months, now."

The family finishes eating in silence, with Tarka in a particularly bad mood.


Scenes switch to a mexican girl who has just finished planing her brother's 7th birthday. A Dalmatian breed dog with droopy ears is seen sitting loyally next to her.

"Ok, balloons, check." She says, checking off an item on a list in her hand.

"Pinata?" She looks around, a purple pinata shaped like a dog is seen. "Check."

"Cake?" She looks around to see a chocolate cake with a plastic "7" in the middle. "Check."

"And, the gifts?" She look around once more, seeing boxes with various colors and bows.

"Check."

The girl kneels down in front of her dog and pets his head.

"Looks like we've got everything all set for the party, eh, Chess?"

"Crystal!" A woman says, entering the room. "Your brother is awake, so keep this area locked until the party's ready. Help me make breakfast, will you?"

"Sure." Crystal says. "C'mon, Chess!"

The girl and her dog exit the room, her locking the door after the dog leaves.

She makes her way to the kitchen, where the boy is seen playing with a Ranger action figure. The figure is seen to be the Blue Psycho Ranger.

"Ha, ha." Crystal says. "Looks like Jose's having fun. Mama, did you call his friends' parents for the party?"

"Si." The mother says. "I called them last night. Everybody but Ms. Henderson's kids could come."

"Ok, cool." Crystal says. "I'm going to my room now, mama." Crystal says, leaving the room.

Crystal enters her room and locks the door.

She is seen exausted on her bed.

"Oy, so much work." She says. tp herself.

"Maybe I do work myself too hard, but it's worth it...."


Scenes switch to a Caucasian boy with long hair past his eyes.

He is dressed in all black with headphones on.

The music is a basic techno beat.

A girl next to him is looking at him happily.

"Marx?"

"Marx?"

"MARX!"

The girl's scream causes him to become startled, falling off of the bench they were sitting in.

"Why'd you have to startle me like that, Melody?" Marx says. "It was getting good."

"You need to focus more on me than the music if you want a relationship, you know."

"I know." Marx says. "But, you know why."

"Yes, yes." Melody says. "The music helps you forget your family that was killed by a mass murderer two years ago. I know. But, you need to forget it. You cannot change the past."

"Yes, I know." Marx says. "But, still......"

"Didn't you say that you were taking Kung Fu lessons?" Melody says. "Becaquse you've only got 20 minutes befor your class."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Marx says, grabbing his things together and standing up to put his backpack on in a hurry.

"If I tell you, you'll never learn." Melody says. "I'll drive you. C'mon."

The two walk to a parking lot with various cars of various models made. Thye get into a Honda Acura and Melody truns on the starting ignition.

They eventually start to drive onto a street as the wind blows Marx's hair all over his face.

"You need a haircut, Marx." Melody says.

"You criticaize too much, you know that?" Marx says jokingly.

"Maybe I do." Melody says. "Maybe I do."

The car continues down the street.


Scenes switch to the fifth teenager, Daniel.

He is in a deserted classroom tinkering with computer parts.

He is seen adjusting the directions of cords on a hard drive.

A boy comes in and caresses Daniel from behind.

"Oh." Daniel says, replying in kind. "Hey, Zack."

"How's my little tech head doing?" Zack says.

"Just fine." Daniel says. "Just making the final adjustments to this hard drive and Mr. French's computer will be all set."

"You should hurry." Zack says. "He get annoyed when he can't teach. And I get annoyed when I can't play with you."

"Awfully flirtatious today, aren't we?" Daniel says. "Ok. Once i'm done, we'll go to Olive Garden for lunch. My treat. Sound good?"

"Yay!" Zack says, checking his watch. "Time for Biology. See you then, baby!"

Zack blows a kiss Daniel's way and leaves the room.

"He's so playful sometimes." Daniel says, resuming his work.

He finishes tinkering withe the Drive and places in the middle of a wire-infested plate.

"That should do it."


Scenes switch to an unknown enclave.

It appears technological in nature.

A blond boy with monk-like robes on is seen.

His features give him the appearance of an 18-20 year old teen.

He is seen holding the Purple crystal that the inknown perosn picked up in the first scene.

"Looks like I finally got the crystals." He says. "Now to find my fighting force."

He takes out a crystal ball and rubs it with his right hand.

Images of Tarka, Marx, Crystal, Creed, and Daniel flow through his mind.

"Really?" He says. "These five? Whatever."

His hand turns golden as he unleashes a beam of light into the air.

The beam seperates into five different essences of light that travel towards the teens.

Creed is seen in the bathroom wahsing his hands when he is teleported away.

Tarka is sound asleep in his room when he teleported away.

Crystal is teleported away while on the cpomputer in her room.

Daniel has just taken Zack home when he is engulfed and taken.

Zack notices a bright light, but mistakes it for the neighbors.

Marx is in his room listening to music when a bright light surrounds him.


Scenes switch to the monk boy as he counts to himself, marking the numbers with his fingers.

"3....2....1..."

At that moment, the teens fall to the ground, butt-first.

They look at each other, most of them knowing each other.

"Marx? what are you doing here?"

"What about you, Creed?"

"I have no clue......."

"Crystal? Hey, you!"

"Hey, Daniel, now's Zack?"

The monk boy raises his hands, expecting silence.

"I'm sure your'e wondering why I summoned you all here." The boy says.

"To save the world, or something?" Daniel says to himself, laughing.

"Very perceptive, for a human." The boy says. "It looks like all of you know each other, so introductions aren't necessary. I am Zalma."

"To what do we owe this forced summoning, Zalma?" Creed asks, wary of the boy.

"Learn manners, Creed." Zalma says. "Now. What I am about to suggest may seem preposterous, but you must trust me. Have any of you ever heard of the Psycho Rangers?"

"Oh, those Rangers that used to be evil, but saved the world two years ago?" Marx asks.

"Yes, those very ones." Zalma says. "They have lead normal lives until now, having given up their powers to Dimitria, their mentor. Well, it wasn't only them. The Rangers were only able to redeem themsleves with the help of five teens who utilized their powers."

"What does this have to do with us?" Crystal asks.

"Ja, why summon random people?" Tarka asks. "Unless.....Oh, mein Gott! ("Oh, my god!")

"Yep." Zalma says. "I want you all to continue their legacy just like the teens that first utilized their powers long ago. But, before I tell you what is expected of you, I must explain why."


The scene shifts to a setting of space as it takes on a narrative setting, imagery forming according to Zalma's words.

I am Zalma. I am the current son of Dimitria. Two years ago, on my 18th birthday, my mother Dimitra told me all about the Psycho Rangers and the five teens that used their powers to save the world, redeeming themselves as well as the Psycho Rangters' personal affairs. She also told me about how there was an evil even worse than the Kirai that attacked the Earth when the Psychos first reappeared on Earth. It was a race called the Ciralkyon, or Cirs for short. The Cirs were a war-like race. Every breath they took, every day they lived, they were bred for war. They sought to destroy the very fabric of the inverse itself and remake it in their image: a colossal battleground. They think fighting is a universal truth. However, a long time ago, when the Psycho Rangers were first created, five crystals containing similar energies crashed-landed onto Earth. After the Psycho Rangers had given their powers to Dimitria, she found one of the straycrystals and it ended up reacting with the energies of the Psdycho Rangers that she was guarding. The energies of the Red Psycho Ranger melded with the crystal she found and turned brown. My mother had me scour the world, find the other four crystals and bring them to her. Four more reactions took place, transforming the crystals into different colors than of the previous Psychos. Soon after, Dimitria had persuaded Zordon, who was in the underworld due to death, to allow me to safeguard the crystals until the time was right. Now, the Cirs, having found out about this, are headed to Earth to reclaim the crystals. They will no doubt also destroy the planet to make room for their ultimate warzone. You all must stop them. You all must fulfill the new prophecy and become the next generation of Psycho Rangers.


Scenes switch back to Zalma and the teens, who are stupefied.

"Wow." Crystal says. "So, you want us to become Rangers. Sounds good, but why us?"

"Who is chosen isn't my decision." Zalma says. "The Energies chose you all for a reason. As to why, is unknown even to me. However, it is your decision."

"Marx, Crystal, Creed, Tarka, Daniel." Zalma says, looking at each of them in order. "What will you do?"