Kimberly was walking home, her house was placed on a separate suburb outside of Angel Grove so the sound of fighting was all but mute. Her thoughts lingered about the strange meeting with Zordon of Eltar, but she tried to let them pass. What he had said must have been a mistake, because that had nothing to do with her.
All that mattered to Kimberly was gymnastics, that was her key to college and maybe even the Olympics. As long as she stayed on track her future would be ripe for the taking.
And fighting some aliens wasn't staying on track.
She slid her key into the lock on her front door, but that was when she heard the scream. It came from a few houses down.
She tried to ignore it as the door swung wide open, but it continued to nag at her. The thought of someone in trouble dug a deep hole in her chest.
Forget it. She coached herself, the police will take care of it.
Yet the scream continued, this time louder and more concerned.
Kimberly rushed towards it, leaving her purse alone at the door frame.
She was shocked to find a young man being attacked by a strange gray monster with a rocklike face.
The creature seemed to lose interest in the man and instead leaped right for Kimberly. Using a nimbleness earned from years of training she dodged the creature and ran home. She could sense that it was following behind her, but she was thankfully faster.
The door slammed behind her, which was then met with the bulking body of whatever was chasing her. She could hear it clawing at the door, but it didn't seem to be able to break in.
She sighed and moved to make sure all of her other doors were closed, but based on the way the creature continued to bang on the door she figured it wasn't quite smart enough find another entrance.
The reality of the situation came crashing down. The Earth was being invaded and she was chosen to be a hero.
Kimberly Hart fell the ground and started to weep.
The golden beast prepared to slice Jason in half, "Well," He found himself whispering, "It's been a good run."
A baseball sized rock bounced off the monster's head. He growled and turned to see Zack grinning. "Come on bigfoot, throw one back," The teen taunted.
The creature growled, "You have made a mistake, none who challenge Goldar live to tell the tale…"
The golden female moved in to kill the duo, but she was interrupted by another figure grabbing her by the arm and throwing her down.
"Who dares?" Goldar hissed.
Billy blushed, "I thought I would use the distraction to my advantage." Trini was right behind him, she was obviously terrified, but still tried to appear remotely calm.
"I think it's time to crank out those new toys," Jason said, ignoring the splitting pain in his head.
The four teens nodded and drew their Dino Bucklers. Jason had to admit that despite the clunky design of the Bucklers they still felt pretty initiative. They each held their devices out as they screamed.
"It's Morphing Time!"
"Tyrannosaurus!" Jason called as he was enveloped in red light.
"Mastodon!" Zack called and was enveloped in black light.
"Sabertooth Tiger!" Trini called and was covered in yellow light.
"Triceratops!" Billy screamed and was filmed in blue radency.
The four teens were covered in strange battle armor, each of the figures was covered in a primary color. Jason was Red, Billy was Blue, Zack was Black, and Trini was Yellow. Their armor was a plated texture that seemed to be some cross between spandex and a shimmering scaly metal.
Each of the teens had helmets that reflected the name of the creature they called.
Jason was the Tyrannosaurus.
Billy was the Triceratops.
Zack was the Mastodon.
And Trini was the Sabertooth Tiger.
The Tyranno Ranger drew his hand blaster and fired into Goldar, sparks erupted from his golden armor and he howled in annoyance.
More of the gray creatures appeared, they modeled their hands into a sharp blade-like appendage and jumped at Black Ranger.
The ranger jumped away from the swing, "Man these guys are annoying!"
Tiger Ranger danced around the golden female, "I haven't seen this level of disrespect since I destroyed Regina. Her blade ran across Yellow Ranger's chest and sparks erupted.
"I'll save you!" Blue screamed, he changed his blaster to blade mode and charged towards the warrior. Their blades clashed, but she easily kicked him away.
"These are the Zordon's chosen Rangers?" The woman asked, "Maybe the old man's getting desperate," She twirled her blade around, forming a cyclone of energy that hit the two Rangers and sent them both flying backward.
"Rangers," Zordon said through their helmets comm, "You must sound summon your Power Weapons."
Zordon uploaded a series of complicated numbers, despite the fact they were obscure enough to make Billy blush Jason could translate them perfectly.
He channeled the morphing and summoned a large sword in his hands. He grinned from under his helmet and slashed right into Goldar. His armor sparked and dented, forcing the wolf creature back a few steps, smoke leaking from his chest.
Blue Ranger used a long forked staff to tear into the gray creatures, his blades left three long gashes in the creature's chest. "These appear to be some kind intelligent, organic sediment."
"Meaning?" The black ranger asked as sliced one of the creature's in half with his new Power Axe.
"They're living clay!" Yellow translated as she parried with the golden-armored girl.
Goldar snarled and grabbed his bleeding chest. He opened his wide leathery wings. "We'll meet again Rangers," He spat and grabbed the woman and flew off.
Kimberly was still sobbing when the blade slid through her door, she watched with horrid fascination. It wiggled itself out before stabbing through again. Kimberly wiped her face and stood up.
She knew that no matter what she did the creature would find a way into her house, this knowledge motivated her to action.
She rushed into her kitchen and looked for anything of potential use, most of her knives were for butter, and it seemed as if the sharpest tool was safety scissors.
After a few moments of searching her hand curled around a butcher knife. It felt heavy and awkward in her hand, but Kimberly was determined to make it work.
Kimberly's heart pounded against her as she approached the door. There were a series of slits pounded into it that she didn't know how to explain to her parents, but at the very least it was still standing.
She grabbed the doorknob and then jumped back, almost as if it were on fire. Fear clenched her throat, but she tried her hardest to muster every ounce of courage inside her.
She took a deep breath and tried to imagine she was some hero from a comic she obsessed over as a kid. Heroes didn't feel this level of fear, so neither should she.
She threw the door opened before her body could reject and the creature leaped forward.
Kimberly screamed a high pitched whine that muffled into a growl. For a brief moment, she lost everything about her. Every single detail about her life melted away in a red rage. The blade came down and sunk right into the creature's chest. She pulled it free will little resistance and stabbed again, this time the blade stuck and she couldn't free it. She jerked and pulled, but it was like a spoon in clay, or more appropriately, a knife in putty.
The creature melted one blade back into a useable appendage and grabbed Kimberly's shoulder. She shivered at the lifeless cold it carried. It exhaled a deep breath, creating a noxious fume that caused her legs to wiggle around like Jell-O.
She pushed the creature down while falling the opposite direction herself. She yelped as her tailbone crashed against the metal bottom of her doorframe.
While she was trying to recover from the electricity that ran up her spine the monster leaped on her. She squirmed was away from the blade moments before it crashed into the ground and splintered.
With a warrior roar, she kicked the monster away and slid into her house.
The creature followed, the deep gashes in its chest bleed small gray crumbs when it moved too violently.
Kimberly was covered head to toe in a strange static, it numbed her down to the bare animalistic mind, and she grabbed her grandfather's former walking cane from the coat rack and charged. She slammed it down against the creature, making a crater in its shoulder, she slammed again, and again, until the force pulled the arm off and caused it to drop to the ground.
She screamed again and converted her entire existence into a series of wild and powerful swings. By the time she stopped the creature was nothing but a blob of strange gray putty sitting outside of her door. She sighed and closed her door before sitting on her couch and passing out.
Andrew surveyed the damaged city. The two monsters may have only made it a few blocks, but those two blocks were hell. He angrily swung his boot over a few rocks and other carnage before finding himself gawking at a human corpse. A female with a bloodied skull. Rage filled inside him.
He was going to kill that purple robed freak. He wished only to feel her windpipe close against his fist. He was going to show her what an EAGLE soldier could really do.
"I figured you'd be here," a voice said. Andrew whipped around and met the cold blue eyes of General Mitchell. The mustachioed man offered a thin grin.
"What do you mean?"
"You're connected to this now, no matter what you do you'll always come back."
If he wasn't Andrew's superior the young man would have already assaulted him.
"I'm working on a new program, one that would allow us to take the fight to them," the general said, "We just need a leader."
Andrew knew what the man was suggesting, and the concept caused a sideways look on Andrew's face.
"Come with me and I'll give you what you want. You'll get a shot at killing that witch."
General Mitchell walked off, and Andrew blindly followed.
A/N: I apologize for this being a very watered down Day of the Dumpster but I had wanted to get the team introduction done in a swift manner. Things will pick up and swim farther into the A.U next chapter.