The Last Warriors.
I do not own Power Rangers. It belongs to Saban Brands.
Note: For fans of Power Rangers. This will have some shoutouts to previous incarnations.
I guess I should start on how I got into this mess in the first place. You know, the whole Rangers thing. It freaked me out when I was chosen to be…. what was it again? The Last Crimson Ranger? Sounds like something out of an superhero comic (I enjoy those to this day and age) and lo and behold, I become one. Very peculiar thing, isn't it? The last guy to become an Power Ranger would be me. I mean, look at me, former SAS soldier and I just came back from Afghanistan. However, that's a story for another time. I'm rambling, am I?
Okay, okay. My name is Jesse Cain. Yes, that's my name. I recently came back from the conflict in Afghanistan. Nasty place. I came back into the town I knew, Chisholm. It was a fairly big city and all, but getting to the point. First thing I did, I went to a local diner, ordered an simple lunch and five minutes in…. the strangest thing, an alien-looking guy, like something from those low-budget sci-fi flicks. Next, he pulled out an shotgun and shot the cashier.
I quickly ducked down and hearing this guy: "Nobody move! This town is gonna be property for the Angra Empire! So do-" as he was cut off by an bystander punching him. I made my decision quickly and threw a sucker punch at him. I managed to put him in an head-lock and slam him into the ground.
The ugly-mug was disoriented but quickly got up and went on an rampage. I simply did what anyone could: run like hell. I ran out of the diner and hid behind an car. All of an sudden, shining light and I end up in some futuristic lab and in the center, an recording machine and by them were tapes. I put in one tape in the recorder and it played.
"Whomever is listening, I am currently dead. The morphers are on the table next to you. Heed my message: You are to become the Last Rangers. Every previous generation has either died in battle or passed the guard. Your enemy, The Adversary used to be one of us until being corrupted by power. You and three others will be the forefront of an war. You are now an Power Ranger."
You can do the math from here.
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