A/N: I just came up with this idea after seeing the insanely epic new 'Power Rangers' movie (loved every single minute of it and brought back so many memories of my childhood). This combines 'Sing' and one of the original four seasons of the original 'Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers', in which each contestant from the movie is chosen by the power of the ancient ninja to become their world's own version of the Power Rangers. The bad guy for this story is a character of my own design, so I will not be using Rito Revolvo in this story, nor will I be using Lord Zedd, Rita Repulsa, or Ivan Ooze, the suits will be of my own design as well. Now let's dive into the first chapter ever shall we? Enjoy!
Deep within the mountains of Ancient Japan, there was a school where animals could gather and learn the ancient art of the ninja in peace and harmony. Many chose to join to become the next generation of their province's protectors, others chose to learn to achieve inner peace and tranquility. This school was under the management of one of the most ancient masters of the martial art, a being from another world known as Ninjor, a warrior who invented the art of the ninja and wanted to pass his teachings on to others so that others could learn how to fight and defend themselves and others.
Out of all of the students under Ninjor's tutelage, only six were the most gifted and excelled the most at their art. These students were comprised of an Ape, a Crane, a Falcon, A Frog, A Bear, and a Wolf. Ninjor took notice of their exceptional gifts and announced that they would be deemed worthy to become true ninja masters. These masters were also given special powers by Ninjor himself, each given a special gold coin with images of the animal spirits which their fighting styles had represented molded into them, which helped them channel their powers into special armor which granted them strength, stamina, and speed beyond their comprehensions. With these coins and armors, they were also given massive robotic embodiments built using the ancient technologies of the world Ninjor originally came from, and were dubbed 'Ninja-Zords'. These warriors were hereby dubbed: Power Rangers.
But, one of Ninjor's other students was furious at his master's selection. This student was a white tiger named Ferra-Khan, and he joined the school because he saw darker power in the art of the ninja, and wanted to use what techniques Ninjor had to offer to destroy what others had that he didn't. Ferra-Khan also believed that in order to achieve his goal, he would have to be better than the rest, even going as far as to injure his classmates every time he would spar with them, sending them to the infirmary with bleeding cuts, broken bones, and deep scars. The only student he could never out best and always lost to were Ape, Falcon, Wolf, Crane, Bear, and Frog. He always lost to them no matter how hard he studied and no matter how fierce he fought against his opponents.
On the same day that the Power Rangers had been selected and the Ninja-Zords were bestowed upon them, Ferra-Khan snapped at his masters and stood up from the crowd, approaching them. He shouted how such power could be used for more than just protection, and how it could be used to dominate cities, countries, even worlds, and that he should be a ranger instead of the ones he had selected. Hearing these vile and wretched statements made Ninjor feel nothing but anger towards Ferra-Khan, and challenged the tiger to a duel. Ninjor emerged the victor, and Ferra-Khan was exiled from the school and was told to never return.
Ferra-Khan then took to the neighboring set of mountains to live the rest of his life in shame and exile. Ten days of traveling without food or water, Ferra-Khan was close to death from hunger and dehydration, but was eventually saved by a tribe of animals who practiced dark magic, and they were called the 'Kabuki Tribe'. The tribe took Ferra-Khan back to their village and using all the power they had, they restored his malnourished body back to it's original form. Ferra-Khan told the tribe his story of how he was exiled and denied limitless power, and the animals of the tribe taught him every single spell they knew as well as presented him with the gift of an enchanted sword, a sword which would trap the souls of the animals it slaughtered and turned them into evil statues, shadows of their former selves that fought for whoever wielded the blade.
Feeding off the dark magics that now flowed throughout his veins, Ferra-Khan returned to Ninjor's school and the minute he walked through the doors, began killing every last one of his own classmates and made them his slaves.
"Ferra-Khan, what is the meaning of this!?" demanded master Ape. All the white tiger did in response was laugh at this.
"I am simply here to take what was meant to be mine, but was denied by your precious master Ninjor" Ferra-Khan said as he approached Ape and the other masters, twirling the glowing green blade in his paw.
"Ninjor saw darkness in your heart and that's why he refused to make you a master like us" master Wolf piped in.
"What we have was never meant to be yours, so don't think you have the right to just come back here and take it away" master Bear shouted at the tiger, who laughed loudly at his statement, as if he was hearing a joke.
"Foolish little teddy bear, with my new dark powers that have been granted to me by the Kabuki Tribe of the misty mountains, I have more than enough power to just take it from you" Ferra-Khan said as the army of statues that used to be their classmates and fellow students began charging at them. The masters activated their ranger powers and their armor appeared on their bodies. The statues were defeated easily and as each statue was destroyed, their spirits descended to the afterlife where they were meant to go after death. Despite their victory against the army of statues, their battle had nearly ravaged the school and was on the brink of crumbling to the ground.
"Surrender, Ferra-Khan. You are outmatched and have nowhere to run" said master Crane.
"That is what you think you feathered fool" Ferra-Khan said before he began attacking them and engaged the masters in combat. Ferra-Khan had the upper hand and had mortally wounded each and every last one of the rangers. Just as the white tiger was about to strike the final blow which would turn their souls into his own personal minions, Ninjor had intervened and blocked the glowing green blade with his glowing blue ninja sword.
"Your lust for power blinds you, Ferra-Khan. And that is why you were never chosen to be a Power Ranger" Ninjor said before he gave Ferra-Khan a powerful elbow jab to the ribs and forced him several feet back. Ninjor then jumped up and did a backwards flip and landed on his feet on the top of the stone stairway that lead to the entrance of the school temple.
"These weak-minded peons never deserved the power, they never did!" Ferra-Khan shouted like a child having a tantrum as he picked his sword back up and began charging up the stairs towards Ninjor to kill his former mentor once and for all. Just as Ferra-Khan was about to attack, Ninjor had pulled out an ancient talisman and held it up to him. In a flash of bright golden lights, Ninjor had banished Ferra-Khan to the spirit world, never to return. After placing his own sword back into it's sheath, Ninjor ran to the aid of his dying students.
"Forgive me, master Ninjor. We failed you" the Ape weakly rasped.
"No, it is I who has failed you all. I was a fool for underestimating what Ferra-Khan was capable of, and now he's murdered all my students, destroyed my school, and now I am about to lose you" Ninjor said in a voice full of remorse and regret.
"Master, you know that Ferra-Khan will return. He will find a way to escape the spirit world" master Falcon told his master as he coughed.
"I do know this, and I feel like the world is doomed if and when he does" Ninjor replied.
"No, there is a way" master Wolf said, placing a paw on his master's leg.
"Take the coins and our powers, preserve our Zords and yourself with them. When you have sensed that Ferra-Khan has returned, send the coins out to find new masters and you may train them better than you have taught us, so that Ferra-Khan may not be victorious in the next age" the wolf said.
"But you earned your powers, and the right to be Power Rangers. I cannot just take what you have worked so hard to earn" Ninjor said.
"But you must, master. You must, or else Ferra-Khan may succeed in not only taking the power he's been lusting for, but also in destroying the new world he awakens into" master Bear told him. Ninjor realized that his former students were right, and that he must take their powers and preserve the Ninja-Zords.
"Very well, I will take your powers and then you will be free to descend to the next life. It has been an honor being your master" Ninjor said with such sorrow in voice, almost as if he was about to start crying.
"And we were honored to be your students, master Ninjor" said master Ape who's eyes were now halfway closed and was nearing death. Ninjor then took the coins off the belts of their suits and began chanting in Japanese.
"Watashi no seito-tachi wa heiwa de yasunde imasu. Hontoni anata no chikara ni fusawashi hito o anata no rei ni motome sasete kudasai (Translation: Rest in Peace, my students. Let your spirits seek those who are truly worthy of your powers)" and the coins levitated in mid air and began extracting the powers from each of their dying host's bodies. The Ape powers came out of it's original master in the form of a rest misty aura, the same happening with the other coins only the Wolf powers were blue, the Crane powers were pink, the Frog powers were black, the Bear powers were yellow, and the Falcon powers were white. Once the extraction was completed the armor on their bodies disappeared and so did their bodies, turning into fireflies that flew high up into the sky to join their fallen brethren in the afterlife.
"I promise, I will not fail you again" Ninjor said as he stared down into the coins that rested in his hands. The coins also turned from gold into a different colored jewel, but sustained their original coin shape, and kept the carvings of the Ape, Crane, Frog, Falcon, Bear, and Wolf on them too. Each coin was the color of the powers that was stored inside each of them. Ninjor then placed the coins inside a small Japanese jewelry box made entirely of cherry blossom wood and the corners and edges were covered in gold metal.
"Come my friends, we must rest for now. But when our enemy rises once again, we shall answer the call of destiny and awaken" said Ninjor to the Ninja-Zords when he walked up another stone stairway up to a large circular stone patio where the six Zords perched around it and Ninjor sat in the middle in a position as if he was meditating in the very center with the chest sitting on his lap and his hands placed on the sides before he encased himself in stone and the Ninja-Zords did as well, turning to stone. As Ninjor rested inside his stone shell, he prayed to himself that he would not fail whoever the coins chose when he awoke, and that he could train them to be the next generation of Power Rangers.
-Many Centuries Later-
(Buster's P.O.V.)
I just woken up from my slumber and got ready for today, which was without a doubt one of the best days of my life. Since I was a little kid, I heard bedtime stories from my dad, who ran a simple car wash about Ninjor, Ferra-Khan, and the Power Rangers. After graduating college, I dedicated my life to proving the existence of Ninjor and his secret ninja school in the Japanese mountains, and after almost ten years of searching all over Japan, I had finally discovered the remains of the school. Not only did I discover the school, but I also discovered Ninjor himself, just like in the stories he sat in the center of a circular patio in a meditating stance holding the chest that contained the power coins, surrounded by the Ninja-Zords, resting in stone just like their creator was. The first thing I said when I first came across the stone shell was just 'I can't believe it, it's really Ninjor'. The only thing that I didn't manage to find though, was the talisman that Ninjor used to banish the evil Ferra-Khan to the spirit realm to spend the rest of his life forever without the blissful release of death.
"Good morning, Mr. Moon" I heard my assistant, Mrs. Crawly as she entered the door with a mug of coffee.
"Good morning to you as well, Mrs. Crawly" I replied when she handed me the mug and just as I was about to take a sip, I saw that it was empty and only a brown ring around the bottom of the cup.
"I made you some coffee, I got a little thirsty on the way up" she said. Of course, she drank it all. When I looked at the clock, I just put the mug on my desk and then started packing sandwiches into a little metal lunchbox.
"No time for coffee, I better get going. They're supposed to be delivering my findings today" I told her. I found them just a year ago, but it took a good five months to get the proper paperwork to authorize an import license on Ninjor and the Zords as well.
"Alright, have a safe trip Mr. Moon" said Mrs. Crawly.
"Thank you" I replied before I walked out the door and got on my bike and started riding over to the pier for the cargo ships.
(Normal P.O.V.)
Buster passed by an alleyway, where a young Silverback Mountain Gorilla of eighteen years of age named Johnny Ulver was leaning against a wall singing. The song he was singing was 'The Way I Feel Inside' by The Zombies, a classic song from a band that had been around before he was born. Johnny was the son of a mobster who also ran a local garage in town, and his father got his own son wrapped up in his gang and their criminal activities despite him being very uncomfortable about it, and that he wanted to do something with himself other than just be a criminal. When he noticed two cops coming by, he stopped singing and hid behind a stone pillar.
"Huh, what was that? I thought I heard someone singing" one of the cops, a rhino said before the alarms in the building next to him began to go off. The alarms startled Johnny and pulled out a small radio.
"Guys, listen, stay where you are. The cops are..." before Johnny could finish, his father and two uncles jumped out the window carrying large burlap sacks filled with money and wearing paper white bunny masks and blue jump suits. The sound of shattering glass and the alarms caught the attention of the two cops who were passing by and started to chase them, but they all got into the back of their black truck. Johnny and his father were the only ones in the trunk of the vehicle.
"Johnny, you were supposed to be keeping a lookout!" his father scolded.
"Sorry dad" Johnny said, apologizing for not doing a very good job at something he was being forced into.
"And where's your mask!?" the older gorilla asked. Johnny then pulled it out from the back pocket of his leather jacket and put it back on.
While the robbery was taking place, a thirty three year old pig named Rosita Walker was washing the dishes in her home while listening and singing along to Katy Perry's 'Firework'. Rosita had originally dreamed of being a singer, she knew she had the talent and could have made it big in the music industry, but she gave it up to raise her twenty-five piglets and becoming a devoted wife to her workaholic husband, Norman. She heard another voice started to talk and then she turned around to see one of her sons, Casper dancing on the table.
"Look at me, I'm mommy" said Casper in a mocking tone and making his siblings laugh. Rosita groaned and picked her son off the table.
"Don't be like that, I'm a good singer" she said in her own defense. Rosita then saw her husband come into the kitchen with his smart phone against his face and looked up to his wife to ask her a question.
"Honey, have you seen my..." Norman began, but stopped when Rosita pulled her husband's car keys out of one of the pockets of her apron.
"Right here. Honey, tell them what a great singer I am" Rosita asked.
"Oh, yeah you were great honey" said Norman before they exchanged kisses on the cheek.
"By the way, I think the upstairs toilet is clogged again" Normal said before he walked out the door. The mention of this made the mother pig sigh and added to her mental list of things to do today.
While the Walker residence was finishing their breakfasts, on the steps of the train station entrance/exit, there sat a small white mouse wearing a maroon suit with thin white vertical stripes on it, as well as a matching hat on his head playing the saxophone. This little mouse's name was Mike O'Malley, and he had a real thing for music by Frank Sinatra (the 'Chairman of the Board' himself) and the 'Rat Pack' as well as classical jazz. Mike was also a mouse who wanted nothing more to go out clubbing with beautiful girls and drive expensive cars, but these fantasies made him greedy and money-hungry as well as it made him attack those who didn't tip his street performances good enough. When he noticed a baboon place a coin inside the case of his saxophone he stopped playing and picked it up.
"A penny!? How dare you! I happen to have studied at the Lincoln School of Music!" shouted Mike.
"Sorry, but that's all I have right now" the baboon apologized.
"Oh is that so, huh?" Mike asked as he jumped off the stairs and grabbed the poor monkey by the collar of his shirt.
"Alright, prove it!" the mouse demanded.
"What!?" the baboon asked out of fright.
"Empty your pockets, right now!" Mike angrily clarified. The monkey began doing as he was told and began emptying his pockets, and all that was coming out of them was a blue plastic inhaler and a few paperclips and peanuts. Mike grabbed the inhaler and looked at it.
"What is this thing? What do you smoke outta this thing?" asked Mike.
"That's my inhaler" the baboon answered out of breath as he let slip a wad of ten dollar bills out of his left back pocket secured together by a metal clip that landed right next to an empty gum wrapper.
"Aha!" Mike shouted before grabbing the wad and going back up to where he originally stood. He then held it up high for all the passerby animals to see.
"You see it? You all see it right here! The monkey lied!" he called the baboon out, which caused all the animals surrounded him to gasp in disgust at him and give him 'death glares'.
"Next time pick on someone your own size, bully!" Mike shouted before he removed the metal clip and threw it at the monkey's head before he took a big breath of his inhaler and then ran off after picking up everything he let out of his pockets and ran off in embarrassment.
Meanwhile, in a nearby bar and grill, two porcupines were playing a rock song together. One of them was Lance Atlas and the other was his girlfriend, Ash Rockwell. The two of them dated since they were in middle school, but as they grew older their love started to die and Ash was placed as Lance's 'Backup Singer' while Lance did most of the main vocals. Ash tried to get some more of her own vocals into the song but every time it resulted in a scolding and reminder from Lance that HE was the lead singer. When the song was over, they began packing up and heading home from their gig.
"That went well, what do you think?" Ash asked.
"Ash, remember I'm the lead singer. Just stick to the backing vocals, alright?" Lance reminded her with an annoyed voice, as this was the umpteenth time (he lost count) he's had to tell her this.
"I'm sorry, I just get a little carried away sometimes" Ash apologized.
"Yeah, but it just ruins my song, know what I mean?" Lance pointed out blandly without any emotion like he didn't really care that his girlfriend wanted more involvement in their song performing and writing. Ash just sighed and didn't say another word as they kept on walking to their apartment.
Across town in a small one story house in a smaller part of the city, lived a family of elephants celebrating a birthday father. The youngest member of the family was eighteen year old Meena Cushing, and it was her grandfather's sixty-ninth birthday today. Everyone else was in the living room sitting at the small circular table that stood right next to the kitchen door while Meena finished lighting the last candle on the cake itself. When Meena came inside the living room and set the cake down on the table in front of her grandfather and began singing happy birthday. When it got to the final verse of the song, Meena sang it beautifully, almost as if she was a backup singer for Celine Dion. Meena then saw how her mother, grandfather and grandmother were staring at her and blushed as well as her ears pressed against the sides of her face.
"Aw" her mother said.
"What? Come on, make your wish" Meena said gently pushing the cake forwards to her grandfather.
"I wish you'd join a choir, a local band or something" grandpa said.
"I tried" she said, but all it got was a 'Bah!' from him.
"Dad, we talked about this" Meena's mother piped in.
"So she's a little shy, so what? If I had a voice like Meena's, I'd be a superstar by now! Just singing 'oooooh yeah!'" he said, making the teenager chuckle lightly.
"Sure, grandpa. Now blow out your candles" she said, and with a deep breath, he used his trunk to blow out the flames atop the candles.
While the Cushing family was having their birthday party, inside a small building that stood a few blocks away from where Rosita's house was, another pig with a much heavier body wearing only a dark purple glittery leotard and a green headband as well as neon green wrist and ankle-bands stood in front of many other animals instructing a Zumba class.
"Bring it all the way down! Wiggle those hips and sway those shoulders! Makes you feels spicy, no?" the pig asked, his name was Gunter Moscovitz, and he was the owner of the dance studio as well as the lead instructor for almost every class that the studio held for all kinds of dancing styles. Gunter made a very good living doing what he did, he loved to dance, and teaching others how to dance as well. But, despite doing what he loved, he always felt like something certain was missing from his life, something that he felt would make his life suddenly more 'Spicier' (as he would put it).
"Everyone feeling the burn?" asked Gunter. All the class's attendees either nodded or said 'Yes' to the pig's question. Loud beeping began emitting from Gunter's ankle-band and everyone stopped dancing, it was the alarm on his smart-phone which signaled the end of class.
"Good work everyone! I'll see you all next Wednesday, just remember to work on your hip movements" Gunter reminded everyone as he shut the alarm and held the door open for the students who began leaving for their homes. Now, Gunter went into his office and picked up a book and opened it up to where the bookmark was. While he silently read, Gunter wished in his head that something, anything would come along and make his life more interesting.
A/N: There you have it! The back-story of our main antagonist and the identities of our future Power Rangers. Next chapter is where things are gonna get more interesting, where Ninjor will awaken from his slumber and Ferra-Khan will arise once more, and the new rangers will be chosen. More to come in the next update. Please review, thanks!