"The people of Angel Grove are still trying to regain their lives after the horrible take over by the terrible monster than calls him Globber; all lines of communication have been severed, roads have been destroyed and buildings are in ruin. The Rangers had a go at the fight against the monsters and seemed to be winning when more monsters joined in the fight; including one that is now claiming ownership of the whole planet: Master Vile. The people of the city of Angel Grove are now being ushered into camps, there are many injured but luckily no deaths have been reported. The monster that calls himself Master Vile is now heading towards..."

Angel stopped listening to her portable radio, every day from when she got up to when she lay down for sleep at night she had listened to the radio, hoping to hear that everything was alright and hearing just the opposite from what she wanted to hear. Like the first time when her father had come within the Earth's orbit the planet had rattled and shook violently and had grown dark, but this time when he had actually came to the planet, near crashing into the ocean, the Earth had shaken so violently that everyone, even her, had thought it would split in half. Master Vile had unleashed a plethora on monsters on Angel Grove, as well as her brother and sister and her brother-in-law and they had just about tore the city to pieces. Yes, no deaths had been reported, but there were plenty of injured persons.

Walking over to her small mattress situated in the far corner of her cave located in Mount Whitney, Angel sighed. She had rode Diamaou into town and caught a breaking news on one of the tv's that the towns convenience store had up in the window, she would never forget the images that she had seen or the guilt she had felt in leaving Angel Grove two days before her father had arrived. She had seen her brother, Rito, direct citizens towards a camp that he said would be theirs up to their Master's decision of either letting them remain in Angel Grove or not and she had seen her father's monster army destroy the city; the destruction of the city, all its materials scattered around the roads, fires and smoke reaching up towards the Heavens and water shooting up everywhere, had effected her horribly. She had turned Diamaou around and kicked him into a fast run out of Lone Pine fast, not returning until later in the day for a small radio and some perishable foods.

"Ya leave, he enters and destroys." Angel sighed. "And now he's planning on doing more destruction."

It had been near a week and a half since she had left Angel Grove, with each passing day the destruction had grown far worse and the reports had said nothing promising. Her father, although staying mostly in his gigantic Skull Ship, had left it for the comfort of the police station where he had set up a small headquarters. A news reporter had been captured the fourth day of the invasion, no one knew of her condition. The local newspaper had also been taken over, papers of only what her father wanted printed were sent out and all of the inhabitants of the camp were required to read them. Angel had thought about going back and rescuing the people in the camps, but her instincts had told her not to. In one of the breaking news highlights on the tv in the window of the convenience store in Lone Pine she had seen the remains of one of the zords, all broken on the ground, then in another segment she had seen her group of Ranger friends huddled together in the camp, not looking afraid or hurt, they had given her the feeling of immense defeat, shame, humiliation and anger. She knew why, she had ran off and not come back to help, instead she had been practicing in the cave her magic and abilities, preparing herself for the upcoming fight when it was already in progress.

"Your powers are not strong enough," her conscience told her. "you wouldn't last one fight against any of his monsters much less your father. A few more days and you will be full strength, traveling through space for them two days drained you fully, you could barely transform when you got to Earth. As much as you're going to hate to do it; just have faith and trust that your father will not hurt the refugees!"

A neigh across the cave got her attention, the finely made head of her father's stallion, Diamaou was thrust over the thin, but strong, oak tree trunks. She had treated her father's stallion well. Had fed, watered, groomed and exercised him to perfection, his coat was shiny and to her it looked like he had more muscle. She still remembered the ride to Mount Whitney, Diamaou had been so fast, it was almost like the wing-like pinto markings on his sides had become real and he had used them, and his incredible stride, stamina and speed to get her there. She had had to rest him up when they had reached the town of Lone Pine and had had great trouble transforming into her dragon-form to pick him up so she could take him to the cave that she knew was on the mountain. Standing up, she went to the stallion. When she got to him she gently stroked his nose with one hand while untangling his long mane with the other. The stallion's liquid black eyes stared at her, they were so bright and clear, just like the man down in town that owned a small Mule station had said when she had arrived in Lone Pine, the stallion was like a painting come real.

"I wonder..." Angel thought a loud. "D... do you miss the Master? Do you miss Master Vile?"

Master Vile, her father, had spent a lot of time with his horses, that much she knew for sure from his journal. He had written a full entry on the horses, had expressed that he enjoyed spending time with them and that he wished that his children loved horses as much as he. It was obvious to her that her father didn't just have fine stock because of his wealth or needing finely bred horses because of his status as Ruler of the M51 Galaxy, he had several horses that were not as good-looking as others in his stable, but they were all treated well. Diamaou's ears swept forward then back at the sound of his true owners name, Angel figured he hadn't heard her so she said her father's name again. The great horse's ears did the same, but he looked towards the cave's opening, the great crest on his neck looking greater when he arched it and belted his clarion call.

"You've been sending them challenging whistles almost every day." Angel said, rolling her eyes. "No stallions or mares around here. Only thing that might be up here would be some of them white Rocky Mountain Goats."

Angel had been surprised at finding a small herd of Rocky Mountain Goats on Mount Whitney, to her knowledge they lived up north, far from Mount Whitney. She didn't mind having them for company, it did get rather lonely up in seclusion in the cave. Sighing, seeing nothing better to do, she grabbed the rope halter with the tied on stick for a bit and slipped it around Diamaou's head. The stallion shook his head to rid himself of the stick and when he couldn't he stamped his hooves. Angel understood fully, she wouldn't have liked having a stick pushed in her mouth either. Lowering the thin tree trunks to the ground, Angel walked towards the horse, trailing her hand over his back, before jumping up. She dangled for a few seconds before she swung her leg over his back. Her seat fully correct, she gently swung her horse towards the cave's entrance. She led him from the cave down a small path that wound around the mountain until it stopped at a steep cliff. When she reached it she transformed into her dragon-form and flew off, with the horse gently held in her taloned feet.

"Hey Carl!" a woman called. "Keeping an eye on the tv's again I see."

"As always," the man called Carl replied. "what's going on west of here is very troublesome."

"Those creatures are just a prank," the woman laughed. "you know like Orson Welles' War of the Worlds broadcast in 1938."

"If so then the people that are broadcasting this stuff are geniuses." Carl replied. "But I doubt it, costumes look too real."

The Mule that Carl led through the town tossed her head up at the sky, Carl brought his hand up and gently stroked her muzzle and calmed her. He was an aged man of sixty-six years, still going strong and not intending to stop trudging up the mountains to his small shack where he and his Mule lived. The last week he had been captivated by the tv and its constant airing of Special News segments, normally he would only come to town twice a month but this month was different. He had been in town almost every day. He wasn't the only one captivated by the segments on the news, a newcomer to the town that went by the name of Ayla was also a regular in front of the shop. In fact, he could see her coming in now, the stallion that she rode trotting proudly with his tail held up and his neck arched.

"Ayla," Carl said once the woman came within distance of him. "nice seeing you again."

"Hello Carl." Angel responded, she dismounted and tied her horse to a hitching post. "Anything on the news?"

"Been quiet all the while I been here." Carl replied. "Not a word on the happenings west of here."

Carl looked at the woman with his blue eyes, she was a beautiful one, one he had never seen before. She wasn't very tall, maybe around five foot six inches, but she was petite with large breasts and a small rear end. Her hair was long, went down past her shoulders, and was fiery red in color, it looked like she was missing a few strands here and there in the front, top and back as if she had had some of it ripped out. Her eyes were emerald-green, very pretty to look at, her black pupils were small and around them was a ring of yellow-gold, she had small pinpoints of light in her eyes that twinkled. Her face was circular, she had a small rounded chin. The woman was wearing a two-tone red shirt and blue jeans, the shirt was open in front, the top of her breasts were exposed.

"You two act like..." the woman started to say.

The screen on the tv fizzled with static electricity then went dark, Carl looked down at the ground before turning around, grabbing his Mule's rope. He was just walking off when the screen came back on. The creature on the television set was not like anything that either he or the woman had ever seen. The creature's face looked human, but his mouth was open in a big grin, it was open so big that they could see that he had two fangs on both sets of teeth. One side of his face was blue while the other was gold, on either side of his head was a pair of appendages. The only thing they could see of the creature was his face, the appendages and a small bit of his shoulders. That was all. When the being opened his eyes Carl shook his head in shock, the beings eyes were golden-yellow with tiny black pupils, the eyes were behind a pair of blue-tinted glasses. His nose was small with a sharp point on the end, the nostrils were flared. The appendages on either side of his head were striped like a Tiger's; the stripes were black while the base color was gold. The creature had on a pair of shoulder guards that were dark blue in color with gold plating, a pair of snake heads were close to the creatures chin and, to Carl, it looked like they were living. To him, the snake heads seemed to be nipping at the chin gently, one of the snake heads was blue while the other was gold.

"Nice costume!" the woman exclaimed. "But someone needs to tell that person it is not October yet."

"Good afternoon humans," the being on the tv said. "my name is Master Vile, your new ruler. As I speak my army is heading towards the Midwest, slowly taking the resistance down. I understand that this is a hard time for you puny humans and I do hope that it settles down fast so that you can continue your pathetic lives. When my army reaches the far east we will take over the European continents, we are trying to make this a smooth transition with as few casualties as possible."

While the woman was joking about the creature on the tv, Angel and Carl stared and listened; each for their different reasons. Carl was intrigued, while Angel was concerned, frightened of what would happen next. Her father had said that he was, indeed, taking over the planet, and that he was trying to create as few casualties, that much made her a bit relieved, but the showing of almost all of California, all of Oregon, Washington and their neighboring states; Idaho, Nevada, Utah, Arizona, Wyoming and Montana being a complete mess. Buildings were destroyed, camps were set up where people walked about miserably and throngs of military officials ran frantically about, being rounded up and escorted to their own camps. The skies of these states were so full of smoke, debris fell all over and flags of her father's insignia hung everywhere.

"I, Master Vile, am willing to comply with all wishes of the beings on this puny planet. I intend to not destroy this planet." her father was saying. "All inhabitants will be required to take a short class on their new leader, me, soon after the full take over and repairs to your villages and cities will be made as soon as any resistance has ended. I do ask of you humans one thing. I am in looking for a being on this world. My daughter."

"This program needs to be give a blue ribbon," the woman said, rolling her eyes. "best effect I have ever seen."

"My daughter is roughly two hundred years old with fiery red hair." her father was saying. "Her eyes are emerald-green with golden-yellow that she had inherited from me, her father, around her pupils. She is about five foot six inches tall. If such a human is seen please have her escorted to a nearby police station and locked up then report directly to me, Master Vile, on her whereabouts. I will collect her soon after being told of where she is."

"Great!" Angel thought frantically. "He gave a description now I have to run from this town!"

"She had a stallion with her." her father continued his description. "A tall stallion. Gray sabino in color with pinto markings like wings on both sides. The animal is very valuable, extremely fast, if such an animal is seen I ask you to pen him up and report to me. Keep an eye out, for if the stallion is seen my daughter will probably not be far from him."

"The captives!" Angel thought frantically. "What of the captive news reporter, is she okay?"

"All people in the camps are being treated acceptively, and the few captive men and women have been released." her father said, as if he had read her question. "All except one. The one behind the camera. None of the captives have been harmed. This one captive is to remain here until I get my daughter. So if my daughter is watching this broadcast please note; you are keeping an innocent in captivity with your persistence of disrespect towards me. This is all for my one broadcast, if I have not seen or heard any reports of my daughter in a week I will make another."

As if on que, the people of Lone Pine turned on her, all except two. People ran forward, screaming and calling and pointing at her. Angel screamed in horror and quickly mounted Diamaou but before she could turn there was a tight circle around her and her horse. She kicked out, punched and tried to push her horse through the circle only to feel a pair of hands wrap around her and yank her from the back of Diamaou. She lost consciousness then, everything went black and everything went silent.

Being treated acceptively was a far cry for Cindy Blake, the news reported for Channel 12. She had been captured the first day of the attack and placed in a cell in the prison along with five other reporters and a group of newspaper writers. The newspaper writers had been released following day four of the attack and had been ordered to write papers on only what the Master approved of; most of what had happened during the attack, praise for his son and daughter who had participated in the fight and a tiny bit of praise for his son-in-law. A majority of the paper was to be written on the conditions currently going on in the city, the broken and destroyed buildings and the conditions in the large refugee camp. As for her, it had been decided to use her as the bait for the Master's daughter, and as a pleasure slave for the Master. She had cuts and bruises on her arms, legs and face from being beaten during the rapes and had been whipped for not complying with his orders.

"And cut!" the skeleton-monster beside her said. "Good broadcast pop!"

"That will surely get Angel out into the open and out of hiding!" the woman on her other side said.

Cathy lowered her eyes, as custom of her now when her Master stood. She had been told that as soon as his daughter had been found she would be released and that the only reason why she was being treated the way she was was because Master Vile was in an extreme temper, he was over furious with his youngest daughters escape and was plain taking his rage out on the planet, and her. In her mind, she just hoped that Master Vile's daughter stayed low, she had heard the plans for her; that she was going to be disciplined so she wouldn't be able to walk or put a shirt on without extreme pain for a year. Feeling her Master's shadow fall over her, she looked up quickly before letting her eyes fall again. Master Vile was directly in front of her, looking down at her menacingly.

"Take the reporter to her cell." Master Vile ordered. "Until my daughter is found she is to remain in her cell untouched; by everyone. That clear?"

"Crystal pop!" Rito said loudly. "Get going reporter chick!"