Scott Truman was up in the sky flying around in his jet, fighting the battle of Corinth. His big brother Marcus, was Eagle 1. Scott was Eagle 2.
"Eagle 1, this is Eagle 2, request permission to engage!" called Scott through his transmitter.
"Negative, Eagle 2. This zone is too hot! Maintain your course. I'm drawing fire away from Alley Delta." Marcus replied. Scott's eyes widened as he took off his gas mask. He would be the one to sacrifice himself for the city.
"No! Marcus, no! That is a negative!" he yelled at him, hoping and praying that his older brother would listen to him, just this once.
"I'm hit! I'm hit! I'm losing altitude!" Marcus cried through the transmitter. Scott felt like someone took a hammer and smacked him in the heart with it.
"No, Marcus!" he cried.
"This is Eagle 1's last transmission." he heard Marcus said crestfallenly.
"Marcus, no!" his sobs wracked his body, his vision getting blurry. Then the jet next to him, Marcus, exploded. "Marcus." he sobbed. Then he was hit, and his jet spiraled downwards. He pulled the eject lever and verbalized it. He shot out of his jet, and landed on the ground, his ankle twisting as it hit the hard desert air. At least 50 yards, an explosion rang out. That had been his big brother. One last final tear made its way softly down his face as he turned away and walked towards shelter.
Later
Scott limped through the wasteland that was once Earth. He grunted as pain shot through his ankle, making him fall to the ground. Scott held his side and coughed until he caught the sound of a motorcycle revving. He looked up to see a figure on a motorcycle. They stopped right in front of him and someone got off. He couldn't tell what she looked like because of the visor.
"I'm Summer." she said. She leaned down, wrapping his arm and ankle.
"Let's get you back to Corinth." she told him, helping him stand and get on the motorcycle. They spotted the domed city of Corinth, but it was far, things exploding everywhere, and the gates were about to close. Scott sighed.
"We're not going make it." he said sadly. Yet, he was slightly relieved. He'd be with his brother. He wouldn't have to watch his world go down in flames.
"Wanna bet?" she asked, pulling her visor over face. She revved through the sand and they got so close.
"We're not going make it!" he yelled to her as he perceived the closing gates. Now he was worried he would be with his brother, yet in a more painful way.
"We'll make it." she said with such reassurance, you wouldn't know that the gates were even closing. They slid under the gate just at the right time and she took her helmet off, revealing her golden locks, and somehow? Scott fell for her. But the sad thing? When she took off her gloves, he discovered a beautiful ring on her finger with a golden band and a bright silver diamond. She's engaged.
"Mommy! You're safe!" he heard a young girl yell. She looked about 5. She ran to Summer.
"Hey Babes!" the woman said happily as she brought the child to sit on her hip. She had a child? The thought saddened him.
"Eagle 2." said his father, Colonel Truman.
"Sir." replied Scott.
"Where is Eagle 1?" asked the Colonel.
"Eagle 1 is down sir." said Scott, his voice breaking.
"Dismissed." said the Colonel quietly.
"But Dad..." started Scott.
"I said, dismissed." Colonel Truman said quietly, but firmly. Even if his expression looked hard, you could see the sadness glinting in his eyes. He turned away and walked away with his head soldier. Scott sighed. His life wasn't the greatest now.
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Flynn McAllister stared at all his dismissed papers. He tried to find a job that included helping people which was his passion, but none worked out.
"I guess you were right, Dad." he said in his thick Scottish accent.
"No good deed goes unpunished." Everything shook as if it was an earthquake. But it was much worse than that.
"What in the world, Flynn?" said his father. They suddenly heard a voice from the computer, telling them to hurry to Corinth City. As they brought their tools to the new house in the domed city of Corinth, they heard a woman yelling "Please, you have to go back for the others!" to the bus driver who had just pulled up in a bus.
"Sorry Miss, it's just too dangerous." he said walking away.
"But please, there's still people out there." she said.
"Do something! You have to help!" she yelled. Flynn gasped slightly, trying to compose himself to grant his father's wishes.
"Please, my little girl." she said.
"Her name is Penny. She's only 5 years old!" she yelled. At that, Flynn stopped, his Dad stopping in front of him, wondering what he was doing. He couldn't take it anymore. His passion was too strong for him to give up because of a few dismissive papers.
"Sorry, Dad." he whispered. He dropped the tools with a loud clang before running off to the bus.
"Flynn, no!" cried his dad, running after him. Flynn stopped in the door of the bus,
"It's just who I am!" he yelled before turning and sitting in the bus driver's seat. Flynn drove through the outskirts where the battle was raging. He searched for survivors. He stopped at a random place and people piled on and into seats.
"All right, come on." he said.
"Thanks." said an elderly man, who had climbed on, patting the young man's shoulder. He looked through the dust to check for anyone else, but only saw Grinders. He was about to close the door until he heard a little girl's scream. Flynn jumped into the crowd of Grinders, fighting them off, trying to find the girl. He brought a small girl on and closed the door. But a grinder had tried to jump through and ended up getting cut in half.
"Hey, are we going to die?" asked the little girl.
"Not today." chuckled Flynn. When they got back to Corinth, Flynn through the other half of the grinder out, mumbling, "You no good worthless piece of crap." The woman came up to the door, and he gave her the child. He got off after helping a few people off who thanked him.
"There you go." said his Dad. Flynn's smile dropped at once.
"Look at you, racing off to your certain doom for a group of people you don't know. Are you proud of yourself, son?" he asked.
"Dad, I-" he explained to his father, but was cut off.
"'Cause I am. All these years telling you that superheroes don't exist. Turns out, the whole time, I was looking at one." he said, clamping a hand on his son's shoulder. And as if it could sense Flynn's mood, the weather creator of the dome gave a brighter sun.
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Summer Lansdown rode over logs and onto ramps on her motorbike. She skidded to a stop in front of her house where her butler Andrew was holding a towel.
"Please get this, I need everything to be perfect for this evening. He's coming to spend time with me on my birthday, I hope he likes it." she exclaimed.
"Yes, Miss Summer." said Andrew, handing her the towel.
"Thank you." she replied, giving it back to him, and letting him move out of the way before she revved off, back into the mud.
An Hour Later
She held up her mirror, covering her pink lips with nude lip gloss.
"At exactly 3:30, the door will open and everyone will come in, yelling "Surprise!" Then at exactly 6 o'clock, he will be here." she put her lip gloss in her pocket.
"Yes, Miss Summer." he said.
Five Minutes Later
Summer used her footrest to paint her nails and told Andrew, "The Hot Tub will be set on relax and there will be a bottle of wine, with 2 glasses. You have it set up, don't you, Andrew?" she asked. Andrew finished cooking the servings for the party.
"Yes, Miss Summer!" he called, sticking his head out of the doorway.
Twenty Minutes Later
Summer had changed into her Gi and was practicing karate with Andrew.
"You have the play room set for his sisters and Sonny, right Andrew?" she asked, as they fought. She ended up knocking him on his butt.
"Yes, Miss Summer." he said.
Two Hours Later
Andrew went to open the door and let Summer's friends in the mansion. They all yelled 'Surprise!' and Summer had to pretend she was something she wasn't. Not anymore anyway. Fake smile, surprised gasps, they all used to be real, until he came into her life. He made her good. He showed her a brand new life. What it could be like when you weren't a snooty rich person. After the party was over, Summer opened the door for 4 people.
"Hello, Summer." he said huskily.
"Hey, Dillon." she replied. His two sisters, Heather and Tenaya came in behind him.
"Hey Summer!" said Tenaya.
"Happy Birthday." said Heather as they hugged. Then a small 5 year old came over to Summer and said "Mommy!"
"Hey Sonny." said Summer.
"How about you go into the Playroom with your aunts so I can spend time with your daddy on my birthday?" asked Summer. The small girl nodded and left her mother's arms to go play with her aunt. They went into the Playroom and Summer took Dillon's hand, leading him upstairs.
"Come on, babe. I have my own birthday evening planned." she said happily.
"That's one of the things I love about you." he said, kissing her passionately. A few minutes later, they had gotten their swim suits on and got into the hot tub with a couple glasses filled to the middle with wine. Dillon held a box out to Summer as she cuddled up to him and she gasped.
"Is that what I think it is?" she asked. He nodded, grinning. She sat up and looked at him with hopeful eyes. He grinned and looked into her eyes, opening the box to reveal a huge, bright diamond.
"Summer Victoria Lansdown, will you do me the honor of being my bride?" he asked sweetly. She giggled and said "Dillion Shawn Johnson, Yes, I will marry you!" she tackled him, making them have to go underwater. They came up to breathe, and the ring didn't fall out of its box. He slipped it onto her finger, and they kissed. Then after another glass of wine, Andrew came out and handed Summer a box.
"Miss Summer, Sir Dillon, sorry to interrupt your romantic evening, but Miss Summer, this is from your parents. They say it's has been in the family for generations." he said.
"But I thought they would come and see me on my birthday." she said. Dillon put a hand on her waist for support. Her parents had never come for any birthdays or holidays and they promised that this time they would be here. But they had broken a promise yet again.
"I'm sorry, but they're in Paris, gambling." he said. Summer sniffled and Dillon kissed her head softly. Her tears dried, and they got out and got dressed. Just as they were about to share another heartwarming kiss, the ground shook. They all ran and somehow ended up in a wasteland. Then Grinders appeared. Summer, Dillon, and Tenaya fought through them. Heather couldn't. She was blind. They ended up taking Dillon, Heather, and Tenaya.
"Dillon!" Summer called helplessly.
"Summer!" he called back. Summer was all by herself. Her fiance and his sisters were just kidnapped, and her butler had died on the way to Corinth. But, her beautiful daughter was there for her. They made it. They sat with her parents, a cup of water in her hands.
"This is Eagle 2! I'm down. I'm sending in my coordinates." a radio yelled through a transmitter.
"Where is he?" she asked a worker sitting her cup down.
"We can't get to him. We're about to seal up the city, there is nothing we can do." he said. In the next minute, Summer was suited up and was on a bike to go save the missing soldier.
"Summer! Honey! You're not actually going to go out there to save a pilot!" her mother told her.
"Why are you doing this?" asked her father.
"For the one I love!" she yelled at them.
"And who would that be?"
"Dillon Johnson." Summer said softly. Her parents gasped and a small voice said "Good Luck Mommy." They looked down and saw a blonde, brown-eyed five year old.
"Mommy?" asked Summer's mother.
"Yes. This is your granddaughter, Sonny." said Summer, holding her daughter's hand.
"Granddaughter? But I'm too young for a granddaughter!" Summer's mother growled.
"Who is the father?" asked her father hesitantly.
"Dillon." said Summer, with more confidence. Her father growled softly. The Johnsons had been a pain since they had become rich. They were a family that lived in an old rundown house and he didn't know how Summer had met their son, but the little... thing they had going on would not continue.
"Now you listen. Those Johnsons-" he started, his finger in her face.
"No, stop. I don't listen to you anymore. Don't even think about me. Just keep me, and my daughter, our of your lives. 'Cause my fiance and my daughter have changed my life. For the better." said Summer as she pushed his finger out of her face and snatched off the necklace they gave her, handing it to them and racing off to not only save a pilot, but to start her own independent life.
That is how the first 3 Power Rangers began.