The Last Warriors.
I do not own Power Rangers. It belongs to Saban Brands.
"Italics" = messages.
"Italtics" = thoughts
Note: For fans of Power Rangers. This will have some shoutouts to previous incarnations.
Silver Guardians HQ
"Okay, do you have any suspects on could it be?"
"The way the Crimson Ranger did the ambush, lure an enemy for an ambush using an unwilling informant. In addition, the way he messed up Big Verde's goons implies some sort of military background. Look at each blow, it was deliberate and trained. He wasn't messing around, he went in and took them all out. But there's one factor: Each gang member was heavily injured or dead, it's sorta impossible. You think one would survive and tell the tale, but no did. Plus, all these blows were killing blows."
"In summary, this Crimson Ranger has super-strength?"
"Definitely and not only that, but speed, agility and durability on a superhuman level. In addition, I know some of the hand to hand combat techniques used in that scuffle. It wasn't regular army, but special forces. Which unit? I still need information."
"We have a good opportunity now. All gang activity has decreased substantially which gives us ample time to find this Crimson Ranger."
"Call in a team of Silver Guardians, preferrably ones with military backgrounds. In addition, two Silver Warhawks in case. We have to be prepared."
"Alright"
Wes went into the HQ's armory and found the Silver Warhawks which were two enhanced BTR-90s, now equipped with a ram in the front for riot situations. In addition, an cannon on top for a gunner to take out stolen armored cars.
Moss Side
Jackson then ran as fast as he could to the source of the explosion, he saw an squad of commandos, covered in overcoats, each having an ceramic mask and armed with some hi-tech weaponry. In addition, the one with the officer's cap he assumed to be leader.
"Fuck... Okay, how does it go again? *punches in his code and assumes combat stance.* Activate!"
He was enveloped in a blue light, and out came him covered in azure-plated armor with an menacing-looking helmet, composed of a red visor, two sharp edges in a V-like pattern, the edge in the middle still pointed up and having an blank mouthplate. In addition, he had gauntlets with Katar blades on them.
"Captain, it's him."
"Good. Focus fire on him."
Jackson simply dodged and had a plan: closing the distance so he could take them in close-quarters combat. Unfortunately, that plan wouldn't work, he threw the first punch and all of a sudden, a force field went up and one of commandos said
"Shatter Shield. Practically unbreakable."
"Every shield has a weak point. I just need to find that. That or keep pounding away until that force field gives out."
"Cpl. Vanek, use the X45 shotgun. Explosive rounds."
Vanek used the grenade launcher-sized shotgun and fired off two explosive rounds. One went into a grocery store full of people, incinerating it and sending Jackson into a light post and another one near a hot dog vendor, sending him into a SUV.
"What the hell type of weaponry do these guys have?! Explosive rounds. What's next? Electric? Wa-wait, don't answer that."
He got his answer when another soldier used electric rounds and shocked him quite a bit, but he kept standing and realized he'll fight dirty to win. Jackson found a parking meter, ripped it off and made it a personal club.
"Capt. Vizla, he seems to be an unskilled fighter."
"No, he's an street fighter. Using whatever means to win this battle."
Jackson mashed his club against the captain of the group, but his shield went up. The difference, Jackson kept mashing against it and one final smash broke the club, but from Jackson's prespective: he was wearing down the enemies' defenses.
"Open fire!" as each soldier used an explosive round, armor-piercing round, electric round and the occassional EMP if Jackson got too close. The Azure Ranger, in response decided to use an SUV and smash it on top of the commando group, but shields still held up.
"Koto, time to test out the AGL."
"Yes, sir."
"Let's see how he survives that."
Koto takes out an man-portable missile launcher and fires a round shell and then it explodes and in a few seconds, an small black hole generates. Jackson saw it and unfortunately, there was a family there and also an in a car. In an split-second, he grabs the car with his hands and speeds off and puts it an safe distance away from the carnage.
"I better finish this fight fast. This family almost died because of those fuckers."
Jackson speeds off and sees the squad in his sights, then aims for the legs using a low-end attack, it almost works but the soldier feels the impact. The squad resumes fire and the black hole is still there. He then thought of a plan.
"If I can't break the force field, maybe I can smash them into that black hole's proximity. It's not a great plan, but a plan nonetheless."
He grabbed a lamp post, ripped it off and then aimed for the captain and smashed him, shields went up, but the impact forced him back a bit. Vizla didn't know what his plan was, but he ordered his squad to take cover and open fire on him... one of the commandos, Cpl. Makise saw what was happening and what Jackson planned to do.
"Captain! He's planning to-" yelled, but Lt. Koto told him to shut up and resume firing.
"Two more ought to do it." and he smashed the shield two times and sent him near the black hole. The result: torn-up special forces officer. The black hole then slowly dissipated, Jackson then grabbed the Captain's weaponry, mainly the X45 shotgun and thought to himself
"Wonder what this can do?"
He then shot off an EMP round at Lt. Koto, disabling his shield for a bit. Koto opened fire in response, but unfortunately got skewered by Jackson's katar gauntlets, frying the shield device too.
"Open fire! We can't let this guy kill us!" yelled one of the soldiers.
"Keep talking." said Jackson who grabbed the previous lamp post and smashed their shields while evading their gunfire and not one dared to use the AGL because it gave Jackson an advantage.
Jackson then used an mini-bus as a big club and smashed their shielding about five to six minutes and he started seeing them fade away. Only a little more would do the trick. He then used the remains of the mini-bus and made improvised knuckledusters out of them. He then proceed to bash on their shields further, the device looked like it was overheating, it couldn't take too much brute physical force.
"Oh, shit! Vanek! Re-" as Makise was skewered by Jackson. Next, two other soldiers were killed in the process and only Cpl. Vanek was left.
The response? He pulled out the mini-blade and then tried taking him on in brutal close-quarters fighting. However, he made the first strike and missed, Jackson snapped his blade-wielding arm in half and smashed him against an lamp post.
McDonald's
Agent Hunt and Det. Forrester were ordering lunch from McDonald's. Why? Well, it was their break and didn't find any trace of the Crimson Ranger and the case only had one credible witness: An deliquent college student who claimed to have seen his friend, the Azure Ranger.
"This just in!" yelled the TV.
Every patron was startled and saw what happened. An wrecked Moss Side: apartments ruined, food joints blown up, cars smashed up and also dead soldiers on the ground. At the center of it all, the Azure Ranger with some blood on his hands and his armor.
"Holy fuck..."
"Remember those counts of self-defense? There's one thing I left out. All the people he beat up ended up in the infirmary, but he wasn't given much of a choice."
"I'm guessing he used weapons too. Right?"
"Yup, bashed one Neo-Nazi's skull with a pipe. Another account of him smashing an bully in a brick wall and kicking him in the back."
"Only the more reason to go to Moss Side now. Can you make that McChicken to go!"
In a few minutes, they left the joint and got into their car and drove to Moss Side very quickly. The team following behind very quickly.
Meanwhile...
"Oh, shit... I really fucked up this part of town. I need to leave now."
Jackson quickly ran for it and hid the wrecked remains of a pub and powered down, put his hood over his head and walked off into the alley behind the pub so he couldn't run into any police. He then decided to warp back to the Alpha-7 Lab to wait until heat died down.
"You know, I wonder how Jesse is doing."
Outside Silver Hills city limits
Jesse was rested up and saw the trucks being loaded up and then heard an foreman in the middle yell
"Alright, trucks going to Pendleton and further up north, go to the exit on your left. All other trucks going into Silver Hills, take the right."
"Exit. Stage left. Okay, cheesy line. I know. But it set me up for that clever quip."
He got onto the underside of a truck, then when they were of the middle of loading up, Jesse got into the truck's cargo when no one was looking. He saw the cargo: TV equipment and decided to lay back for awhile. He had to be awake in case if the local police were looking for him.
"Hopefully, I can find another ex-military officer. I'm not sure if I can lead an bunch of civilians into battle, I led an squad before and we succeeded. This situation's different, I'm leading people I barely know into battle with a enemy I have little info about. However, I hope. The only thing I have riding on me is hope."
He heard the truck starting up and readied for the trip.
Silver Hills
The Silver Guardians were in the Warhawks, each team consisting of eight men with various military backgrounds, ranging from the U.S. Marine Corps to the U.S. National Guard. Wes was in the first Warhawk, deemed "Hawk One" and Eric was in "Hawk Two".
"This is Hawk One. We exactly are we going?"
"We are going up north in Silver Hills, call it an hunch. Plus, we searched for this Crimson Ranger everywhere in the north side. No one saw a thing."
"The only place we haven't searched is the Industrial District up north. Maybe he could be right there."
"Alright, then."
The twin BTR-90s were approaching the district... they then stopped, then ran as fast as they could to the factories.
Meanwhile...
Jesse was riding in the cargo hold, not an ideal place but it would do. From what he was hearing, the truck he was on was driving out the exit and all of a sudden, it stopped.
"What's the hold-up? Wait... they got here in time. Impressive, never seen police respond that fast, well except for the ones I heard of in Brazil. I have to assume the worst if they're highly trained and willing to use lethal force."
He heard footsteps outside and he himself got ready, he didn't want to kill these officers, but had to get to the Golden Morpher's host as fast as he can.
"Get those doors open!"
"Yessir." said multiple officers.
He heard the breach and there's only one way... he'll use a quick series of combat manuvers, knocking them out cold. It may hurt, but they'll live.
The doors were breached and a man in blue with a red beret and gun drawn out said
"Get out of the truck. Slowly."
Jesse thought quick and dashed past him and got into the open, surrounded by the police, but there were a few things amiss. They were wearing caps, all blue and clearly armed with M4 SOPMOD carbines and the guy behind him were their commander.
"Bollocks."
"Put your hands on your head!"
The officers kept their guns trained on Jesse, but this just gave them the opening. He punched one in the chest, then used several knee attacks on four officers, he then used elbow strikes on a few other officers, knocking them out cold. Next, the last two remaining officers tried restraining him. However, Jesse used an pretty risky move: A sweep kick and an overhead leg strike.
He took out the two officers and knocked one cold in one sweep, the other one he just sucker punched, knocking him out cold.
"Hawk One. I need assistance. *puts radio back into holster* Buddy, you know very well assautling an Silver Guardian is punishable by municipal law. I'm gonna take you in, dead or alive."
"What are you gonna do?" said Jesse, but he looks at the device on his arm.
The commander assumed an stance and yelled "Time for *presses code* TIME FORCE!"
"Did I hear what I just hear?"
An light enveloped the commander and out come a red spandex-wearing fighter with a gray holstered pistol, dark bands around his arms, an slightly jagged downwards arrow on the chest and head, accompanied by red color and supported by the black colors.
"So, an Power Ranger?"
"I'm impressed someone remembers." said the commander in an mocking tone.
"Simple, I've been chosen as one. *assumes combat stance* Activate!"
He became the Crimson Ranger and the commander was shocked by his apperance.
"So, you're the Crimson Ranger. Aren't ya little far from England?"
"Aren't ya little too professional to be wearing spandex?"
"Mind your manners, I helped saved the world from an time-traveling conqueror."
"I killed countless scores of Taliban, al-Qassam and Al-Qaeda members, along with the occassional narcoterrorist. You don't see me bragging. Wait... you look familiar. You're the Quantum Ranger."
"Killed? Hm... what are you? Regular army? Special forces? MI6?"
"That's irrelevant. Now, let me go. I need to go up nort-"
"Uh uh. After putting on a show like tha-" said the Ranger got sucker punched by an hurried Jesse. He then performed a quick spinning roundhouse kick which was blocked by the Quantum Ranger, albeit with a struggle.
"I don't get how you became a Ranger. You killed those gangsters without hesitating."
"They were criminals and I simply responded in kind. Plus, if you think you're gonna take me down. This armor has a few neat tricks."
Jesse seemingly pulled twin swords out of thin air which surprised the Quantum Ranger. In response, he grabbed the blaster pistol shaped like a mechanical dinosaur's head.
"Please tell me you aren't serious about that."
The Quantum Ranger simply fired lasers which Jesse easily dodged, but the former did one thing that surprised him, the blaster turning into a sword.
"That's something new."
He struck Jesse, but blocked at the last minute and then deflected it and slashed his chest, leaving an medium-level scar on him.
"My turn." as Jesse used his wrist-mounted guns which fired with the ferocity of a gatling gun, forcing the Quantum Ranger to retreat back.
"Wes. I found the Crimson Ranger. Get here! Quick! He's packing heat!"
In no time, Wes saw the battle and entered the battle saying this mantra
"Time for *presses code* TIME FORCE!"
Wes turned into his Ranger form, the Red Time Force Ranger. He pulled out twin double-ended swords and went at Jesse. In response, he opened fire on him, slowing him down.
"Aghhhh!" yelled Wes in pain and suddenly the Quantum Ranger fired back, hitting Jesse but it did little to affect him. In response, he fired back.
"Eric, please tell me this guy isn't this overpowered."
"No, Wes. He's just slightly enhanced and apparently, he can pull out swords out of nowhere and has wrist-mounted firearms."
"What the hell? Alright... here's an strategy: I distract him by in getting into close-quarters combat. Eric, you get with your Quantum Defender, especially with the upgrades you have been given."
"Upgrades? Well, looks like these spandex fighters aren't fucking around. However, is it possible to penetrate my armor? Nah, have to focus on the fight."
Wes goes in with the double-ended swords, also known as Chrono Sabers, trying to hold off Jesse.
"Take this!"
"Too slow."
Jesse blocks one sword, then performs a side kick in Wes's chest, leaving him open for attack. Next, he tries an upward strike which one is blocked, but slashes the helmet a bit.
The Crimson Ranger takes advantage and performs an flip kick, sending Wes in the air and landing on a car. Eric couldn't believe what he was seeing. He never saw someone trounce Wes like that since they fought their main adversary, Ransik.
Eric first pressed an code on his blaster pistol, the eyes changed to a green color and fired the first shot. An explosive round which sent Jesse flying into a small pick-up truck.
"Well, fuck me."
Jesse got up quickly and dodged returning fire while firing back at Eric. However, Eric's wound starting getting to him giving Jesse the advantage and then fired an final shot. The target: Eric's head. The bullet hit the helmet, then Jesse got in close, he punched his arm muscle, drop-kicked him and in a moment, he punched his chest, putting him down for awhile.
"Well, you're a tough bastard. Aren't ya? You're not gonna get away so easily."
"You know I'm not trying to kill you. Just back off so it doesn't get ugly."
"Not a chance, vigilante."
"Alright, but you forced my hand."
Jesse assumes an combat stance with his swords and Wes does the same in return. They circle each other, albeit slowly. What Wes was dealing with here was no normal criminal, but an vigilante killer chosen to become an Power Ranger. Vice-versa for Jesse, he wasn't dealing with some private SWAT officer, but an genuine Power Ranger.
"Well, what exactly is your name? If you don't mind me asking?"
"Wes. Wes Collins. Commander of the Silver Guardians."
"Silver Guardians? Private police force?"
"Used to be, now an non-profit crime-fighting agency. However, what you're doing... it's not right, we don't kill. We put people in jail and make them go to trial, not blow their heads off."
"Yea, right. Like that helps in the long-run."
"Oh, as if your method works wonders."
"I have one solution: Just let me go and ignore this incident."
"Not a chance." as Wes came at him fast with an heightened speed, swords at the ready. Jesse responded with his swords which clashed against his. He matched him blow-for-blow, but Wes kicked him in the chest to put him off-balance. However, Jesse bull-rushed him and used an Judo technique: blocking his arm, put his front against his back and then pulled him to the ground via throw. The technique: Uchi Mata.
Wes quickly got up, he then tried an fast roundhouse kick, but Jesse recognized it and used the round kick defense taught to him by an Tier One operator. He used his forearms to block the incoming kick, he grabs the leg and finishes with a back leg sweep, making Wes fall down to the ground.
Wes then grabbed Jesse in some holding move, but Jesse, using his enhanced strength lifted him from the ground, albeit in a hold and smashed him down several times but wouldn't let go.
However, Jesse got an idea, he knew he was gonna regret this. He ran straight at the truck cargo hold, then Wes's head got hit very badly. In response, he ran because he didn't have time for this.
"Ow... ogay, buddy. You really made do this." said Wes as he pulled out an large futuristic-looking cannon, colored red and having an big barrel. Jesse was surprised by how easily he wielded the cannon.
"This is an Vector Weapon or for me, V1. It fires energy blasts strong enough to level buildings. So, I say: Put your hands on the ground."
"Sorry."
Wes fired two shots, Jesse dodged one shot and saw the next shot coming at him... The next thing shocked both. Jesse managed to deflect the energy shot with his hand by punching it. The energy was deflected into a abandoned building, blowing it up.
"Whoa. Did not see that coming. Chalk this up one to biggest surprise of the day."
"That's... i-i-im-impossible. How in God's name did you deflect that!?"
"It must be another feature of the Ultimo Morpher."
"Ultimo Morpher?"
"Sorry, I have a host to find."
"I can't let you go. Come with me and I'll be able to get a short sentence."
Jesse responded with a fast punch and punched Wes through two buildings. Eric, on the other hand was starting to wake up and he had an headache. He saw the Crimson Ranger and then thought to himself
"Who is this guy... ex-special forces? I'm starting to wonder... who created those morphers? Where I can punch the bastard who created these morphers? In addition, who commissioned these things? They're pretty potent. Now do they have other forms, that's the question."
Eric barely moved and Wes landed on a small apartment's roof, he then thought to himself, albeit in pain.
"Who the hell was that?! Ow... what type of power does this guy have? I mean, he deflected an energy blast from V1 into a building. However, it looks like he wasn't experienced with the morpher."
Jesse, on the other ran as fast as he could because he couldn't deal with anymore Silver Guardians and assumed the worst. He powered down in case and ran up north. He thought to himself
"Hopefully, the host isn't too far away."
Blue Eye Reservation, 5 mi. outside of Silver Hills
The Blue Eye Reservation was fairly big but with it came difficulties. The Blue Eye Tribal police force were understaffed, although each member was ex-military, they were lacking manpower. The most they had on each call was one police officer going through the reservation. Each family mainly kept to themselves, but some were suspected of being drug mules for some crime syndicates. Otherwise, life on the reservation wasn't all that bad, it required hard work and people most of the time, helped each other out.
In the western parts of the reservation, there was an adult woman helping out an old woman moving her to a better location on the reservation which was a large house.
"Thank you, Maritza. You have been a big help."
"No problem, Mama Cecile. Besides, you earned it. You're moving to a better part of the reservation and granddad is moving in with you and he's finally retiring."
"You know your grandfather did all he could in the reservation."
"Yea, I know. But his reward: an slight decrease in crime. I know I shouldn't be so hard on him, but there was barely an scratch."
"I know, my child. But at least you can count the days before you leave the reservation. However, I expect you to visit. *She smirks* I'll hold you to it."
They both snickered and became snarky about it.
"I swear, grandma. There's so many opportunities out here when I leave."
"An wise saying: Don't always look for opportunities, sometimes they find you."
"That's something I wish happened. However as long as I have you, granddad and my brother. Everything's fine."
Maritza heard an rustle, then pulled her father's KA-BAR knife in case. She cautiously approached and what appeared surprised her, an Caucasian man, exhausted and holding some device in his hand.
"I don't care who you are. State your business and leave."
The Caucasian man just fell into the floor, out cold.
"I don't think he's much of a threat now. He's out cold. Though, seriously, what made him run here? There's not much to look in these parts. Unless he's some outdoorsman who got lost in the woods."
"Would an outdoorsman be carrying an metal device or whatever this is with him?"
"Good point. Should we take him to the police?"
"Yes. They'll know what to do."
They took the unconscious man to their 90s-era SUV, threw him in the backseat and drove to the Tribal Police Department and took him before the acting police chief, James Blue Bird.
"What can I do for you?"
"Chief, we found this unconscious man on our property. He had this device... of some sort. He's caucasian, crew-cut and fairly muscular. I don't know where he came from."
"Alright, we can keep him in hold and charge him for trespassing. He'll be in custody for an few hours."
"Okay."
Several Hours Later...
"*Yawn* Where am... I? Man, I must have traveled five miles. Wait... am I in a holding cell? *Jesse went up to the jail bars.* Officer? Officer? Why am I here?"
An red-skinned policeman came in and said
"I wondered when you were gonna wake up. You're in this holding cell because of trepassing. Now, I'm gonna ask ya. What are doing in the middle of woods in midday?"
"Okay... I was in Silver Hills and I... missed the bus that goes out of the city."
"So you decided to hike all the way? Five miles on foot?"
"Uh... yes."
"What is that on your wrist?"
"Uh... it's an watch. An new type of watch. Very recent."
"I don't remember watches getting that big. However, I need to take your name and statement. In addition, one more hour and you're free to go."
"My name is Jesse Cain. I hiked because I missed the bus out of the city."
"Alright. By the way, my name is Off. Redwater and try to stay out of trouble."
"I will, don't worry. You won't see me again."
One Hour Later...
Jesse was walking free, but Chief Blue Bird was watching him and said to one detective, an former Army Ranger named Dash:
"Keep an eye on him. I think his story doesn't check out."
"Alright, chief."
Jesse walked an long distance and diverted to a detour, leading to a small village within the reservation. He collected his thoughts and looked at the Golden Morpher, giving off a strong yellowish glow. He knew he was close and kept walking in the direction where the glow grew brighter.
"Take me to it."
Maritza's Home
In a few hours after helping her grandparents move to a huge house in the western part or as she calls it, "Paradise" in the native tongue. She just relaxed inside her house and watching her teenage brother play with his friends outside.
Maritza, in actuality was reluctant to come back to the reservation, an place she was trying to get away from during her childhood. She thought enlisting in the U.S. armed forces would give her an chance to get out, but it didn't. After returning from Iraq on her first tour, she went back to the reservation after hearing her father passed away and she felt an obligation to help her family out and to add, she needed an place to stay.
In the last two years or so, she saw her mother still in a depression over her husband, Reyson Silverwolf. From what she remembered of her father, Reyson was an somewhat humorous, an decent father and also an former officer from the U.S. Marines. During her teenage years, she wanted to get out of the reservation and her father had compensation from the military and also took up an job as an mechanic to give Maritza an good education at least.
Now at the age of 28, all her memories of him were in photos of him and her when she was younger. She was gonna relax until she heard an knock on her door.
"Come in. The door's open."
The door opened and out came Dash Redhawk, an ex-Army Ranger and now detective for the Tribal Police and most of all, an family friend.
"Hey, Maritza. Still waiting to get out of here?"
"You know it. Besides, I'm counting down the days. That and this place will be empty by the time I'm gone."
"Yes. However, you remember that guy that you dragged in?"
"Yea, why?"
"It turns out he's still on the reservation and here's weirdest thing. The metallic-looking thing he had with him, it started glowing gold."
"What." said Maritza flatly.
"I don't know, but I'm keeping an look-out for him. If you see him, contact me immediately. Here's my number."
Maritza was handed the number, it said: 304-967-1782.
"Alright, I will call."
Dash simply left Maritza and subsequently went to get some rest.
Eastern Blue Eye
"You know, Morpher. You're really starting to tick me off. The signal is strong, but where is the Golden Morpher's host?"
Jesse was on a cliff and the signal was glowing very brightly. He sighed in hopes of finding the host quick. Why? He felt that someone was tailing him, but couldn't turn Ranger right now. He didn't want to put these people in harm's way and also he wanted his identity kept secret.
"Alright, so it's straight down there then. Well, another long walk."
In the woods, Dash saw him walk the down the path and thought to himself
"What is your real reason for being here, Cain?"
Sword of Khan
"So, the Azure Ranger managed to kill the Cyber-Commando squad. Surprising, an kid managed to kill several members of the Warmaker Legion, even cybernetically enhanced. Maybe I should send in Voron." spoke The Adversary, also known as Hyperior.
"Sir, might I make an suggestion?" said Ceph
"Go ahead."
"Maybe you can send in some of the best soldiers that your four personal generals have under their command."
"The Four Lights? Hmm... interesting. The soldiers they have are battle-tested and have some vendettas with the Rangers. Which ones are available?"
"For Autarch Sidonis of Helios, he has his personal strike force, Sunburst. It is composed of mainly Alpha Helians, the strongest of the Helian race.
From High Executor Alphfaiz of Argos, he has the 401st Regiment AKA The Executor's Fist. It is mainly composed of Archimantian soldiers and they were recently given the ability of flight.
From High Commander Amaru of Draconum, he has his experimental super-commando, straight from the Dragonflight special forces, Empdra.
Finally, we have this monster from an technocracy from the planet, Trujigillo. Its name... Magnavore."
"Interesting. I want to send one Sunburst commando, what is it can they do?"
"An Alpha Helian is more than capable of thermal manipulation, able to the alter the temperature within an five-mile radius, they can also either dehydrate or freeze by touch. In addition, they have superhuman strength, speed and durability. I should mention the Helians are an warrior culture, they will only kill other combatants but civilians are an exception."
"Ignore it. I need to find a way to gather attention."
"Maybe an Archimantian will do the trick."
"Are they an humanoid praying mantis?"
"Not exactly. They may have extra limbs and an insectoid-like head, they're quite different. They have dragonfly-like wings on their back. In addition, their jaws are serrated for ideal ripping apart their prey, their legs are not bent, their second pair of arms have an biological system of their own. It acts like an spare brain if the primary one is damaged."
"I'm interested. Please send an message to the High Executor at once."
"Right away, my lord."
"I wonder how any of the Rangers will deal with the alien I sent them."
"Instant answer. He's sending Delhail, one of his lieutenants."
Maritza's Property
Jesse was following the Golden Morpher's bright signal and eventually got to a small house, not too far away from another row of houses.
"Great... " said Jesse as he thought about his options. It would be either tell the host: "Hey, I'm recruiting for an intergalactic invasion! Wanna join! The whole planet is at stake!" or leave the morpher and hope for the best.
"Hold it!"
"What the?!"
"Det. Redhawk, Tribal PD! Down on the ground!"
"Look, it's not what it looks like!"
"Oh, right. Just keep laying there."
All of a sudden, an explosion is heard in the forest and hears an eldritch roar.
"What the hell was that?"
"Wait, I know what's gonna happen! Let me out of these cuffs! I know what to do!"
"Just shut up!"
Out of the woods was an 8 ft. tall insectoid, bulky legs and dark in color, twin demonic antennae, folded fore-limbs that are sharp and an twin arms that have scythe-like points at the end and an evil mantis-like head. In addition, the rest of its body was green in color.
"Delhial..."
"The fuck!?"
"Let me out!"
Redhawk released him from the cuffs and saw Jesse yell
"Activiate!"
He transformed... and Redhawk was shocked at his appearance. Jesse then saw the monster and decided to wail on him with an barrage of gunfire.
"Evacuate this area! This battle is gonna get worse!"
"What the hell is going on?! Oh... my god! *runs inside and grabs her father's shotgun.* EAT LEAD! YOU WENDIGO RIPOFF!" yelled Maritza as she seen the insect monster and fired on it.
"Damn it, lady. That's not gonna work!"
The mantis-like monster quickly focused its attention on Maritza who kept firing at it, but got saved by Jesse who dropped her off a good distance away from the battle.
"Who are you?!"
The Crimson Ranger went back into battle, he jumped into the air and punched the monster, but it made go off-balance and then kept punching the monster until it fell down.
"That was easy."
He was dead wrong. The monster easily rose up and smacked Jesse into an small house and in the distance, Maritza made an foolhardy decision: She went to the Crimson Ranger's aid.
She did this by running as fast as she could to where the Crimson Ranger landed and found him, she then saw the Golden Morpher, glow bright yellow and Jesse weakly said:
"Puh... on the... Golden Morpher, you're the host. Thu code... iz 9485... yell activate to transform..."
"Okay..." as Maritza put on the morpher, pressed the code in and yelled
"Activate!"
Maritza Silverwolf was enveloped in an gold light, she was covered in plate armor and the helmet had three spikes, similar to Jesse's Ranger facemask but there was an difference: the two spikes were in a V-like formation and the middle stood straight and the faceplate is a single piece and contour.
"Whoa... what the hell? Am I some superhero?"
"You're an Power Ranger. You hafta fight..." as Jesse slowly passed out.
"Alright then... wait how does this thing work!?"
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