The Last Warriors.
I do not own Power Rangers. It belongs to Saban Brands. I don't own Frank Castle, he belongs to Marvel.
"Italics" = messages.
"Italtics" = thoughts
Note: For fans of Power Rangers. This will have some shoutouts to previous incarnations.
Blue Eye Reservation.
"Oh my god... Did they just teleport?" exclaimed Det. Redhawk.
Det. Redhawk simply reported what happened and exposed what happened to be Tribal police department. The police chief were dumbfounded and shocked, but when gathering witnesses. They all vouched for Redhawk, mainly for the monster fight and seeing the colored warriors.
Alpha-7 Lab
It was after work and Jesse teleported himself to the lab. He had a bit of scolding from his boss because one of his co-workers was slacking off. However, he got an congrats from his boss because of the work he was putting and said if he continues, he'll get an promotion.
"Well, that's one good thing for today. Now, I wonder where Maritza is."
The cyber-door opened and he saw Maritza on the laptop, watching recent news of the Azure Ranger on BBC's youtube channel.
"Oh, didn't see you come in. This Azure Ranger is very vicious, but he's only killing off bad guys or putting them in body casts. Do you know this guy?"
"Yea. His name: Jackson Huxley. An college student and electronics major. Never knew he was this dangerous."
"Well, an video says it all. Look, he took out an armed group of Neo-Nazis by breaking their spines and curbstomping the leader. Obivously, the skinheads want his head, but I have an feeling they're afraid for their lives."
"That's because they found someone who won't put up their bullshit. They're afraid of someone confronting them like this."
"Are you sure? I mean, I'm all up for beating those motherfuckers, but don't you think this might be taking it far?"
"I have thought of it, but there's someone who keeps disproving it."
"So, you think Jackson has some anger issues?"
"I doubt it. I think he's an pragmatic fighter, using whatever means necessary to win an battle."
"Don't get cold on me. It looks like it."
"Alright, but first. Did you listen to the tapes?"
"Yes, I did. Interesting stuff and a few other things I found out. We have other forms we can access, but only four times. They're apparently called 'battle-forms' and we can upgrade our weapons and a few things more: each Ultimo Morpher has two ultimate forms: Hypershrike and Blazing Arms mode."
"The fuck... these Ultimo Morphers must be more powerful than I give credit for."
"How so?"
"I once deflected an energy blast by punching it... long story."
"Alright, I won't ask."
"The battle-forms, what are they like?"
"Apparently, they enhance your already superhuman stats to even higher levels. How high? Here's one demonstration."
Jesse and Maritza watch the Crimson Ranger's battle-form roundhouse kick an entire smushed up clod of Peterbilt trucks thrown at him. In addition, when the battle-form was fighting some mean-looking monsters, assumed to be enemies that previous Rangers fought. In response, they were cut up by the battle-form's hands via JKD chops, then heads were blown off with one shot and the final monster's head was kicked off.
"Jesus..."
"Indeed... In these tapes, the voice said in order to achieve the battle-form, you need to experience the "Zero Rush"."
"Zero Rush? The hell is that?"
"Apparently, something you activiate when you feel the battle is too much for you. You get rid of everything unrelated to the current fight and push it to the back of your head. Not much is said else."
"Okay. What about the ultimate forms?"
"Hypershrike Mode is basically unleashing all stops, enhancing your stats to further superhuman levels, your strikes giving off an wave of energy and upgrading your hand to hand combat skills to their fullest. Most of all, it will be in your control. To add, you will be unarmed and have the limited ability to slow down time. 20 seconds at least."
"It's safe to assume Blazing Arms will be with weapons?"
"Yes, it says the same thing what was stated in Hypershrike Mode, but your weaponry will be given its highest upgrade and in addition, the ability of flight, teleportation and adaptive evolution."
"Evolution?"
"It will adapt to what situation you're in."
"I see. These things are too potent."
"Thank god it found us then, huh?"
"Yea, we should be thankful."
"What else did you need?"
"Nothing else, just making sure you're up to date on what the Ultimo Morphers and also seeing if you're comfortable in this place."
"Yea, it's not home, but it does have its benefits. I'm pretty up to date now, but there's one thing missing. If we're Power Rangers, where's our giant robot? What do they call them?"
"I think it was Zords?"
"Who comes up with these names?"
"I really don't know, but we can't debate that now. We need to find the Pink Ultimo Morpher's host."
"I'll go with you, you shown me how the morphers work and an place to stay for awhile. I'll repay the favor by going with you."
"Alright, then." as Jesse responded as he was picking up the Pink Ultimo Morpher's host.
"Find your host!"
The both of them were teleported into an unfamiliar place, tons of households either smacked together or on top of each other, narrow passageways and maybe a few stores here and there.
"Oh my god, I think we're in Brazil."
"What was your first guess?" said in Jesse in an snarky quip.
"An favela. Which one?"
"Not sure, but wait... is that an cable car? That narrows it down."
"How?"
"How many neighborhoods like this have an cable car system?"
"Good point."
"We're in Complexo do Alemao."
"How do you know that?"
"I did an five-page report on favelas in high school. Got myself an A-."
"That's helpful and you know what else is helpful... getting out of the way."
"Wait, what-" as Jesse grabbed Maritza and went into an semi-abandoned store and ducked behind the wall. Jesse peeked a bit, seeing an criminal gang, heavily armed.
"You forgot one key thing about favelas. There's bloody gangs, armed to the teeth." whispered Jesse.
Complexo do Alemao
You know, the idea of it sounded crazy. Me, the last person you expect become an Power Ranger...? Seriously, who the hell comes up with that? Well, Avengers and Thunderbolts are taken. In all seriousness, I was living an pretty directionless life after the Marines. I mean, it was peaceful and all on the reservation. But, I just didn't have any direction. However, I was saving up money to get out of the reservation and go live in an small city. The plan sounded very simple.
However... here comes Jesse Cain, the Crimson Ranger who gets me involved in some intergalactic conflict alongside an crudely put together team. In a few minutes, I'm at this futuristic lab and learn all I could about this conflict and the morphers. It's funny, though. I was living an peaceful and somewhat boring life with barely any direction. Now, I'm thrust into this conflict where I might potentially die and the Earth could be next.
I now have an direction and I'm starting to enjoy it. I'm gonna enjoy this, but I know the risks of it. I learned that since my days as an U.S. Marine. I'll fight alongside Jesse and the others who'll follow.
"Hey, you there?"
"Yes, I'm still functioning."
"The coast's clear."
"Shouldn't we try to go up instead of that way? I mean, we'll cover more ground and get an better view."
"That and we won't get shot by gangs. However, I heard an massacre happened here, military police using some very brutal methods."
"That info was..."
"Relevant. The Brazilian Military Police are extremely brutal when it comes to dealing with crime, some elements were accused to death squad activities. One time, I heard an squad of armed men, rumored to be Military Police shot up and razed an favela."
"Jesus, for what?"
"Some drug dealers killed several military policemen. This was the response."
"Oh, shit... but who exactly will we deal with if things get too hot?"
"Complexo is located in Rio de Janeiro, right? So, that means... oh crap... BOPE."
"BOPE?"
"Batalhão de Operações Policiais Especiais. It's Portuguese fror Special Police Operations Battalion. BOPE. One of the many special forces units for the Brazilian Military Police. An short synopsis: We're dealing with an death squad, but in police uniform."
"Damn. So if BOPE ever ran into these dealers we avoided... oh, crap. An bloodbath."
"So, we'll need to be extra careful."
Jesse and Maritza go upwards and are at an high point, they jump across rooftops and follow where the Pink Ultimo Morpher's signal glows the brightest. In time, they combed through the areas and avoiding gangs for the most part so they don't draw BOPE attention.
"You think we'll come across any of these guys doing something nasty?"
"Most likely."
In a few minutes, they came across an small gang led an cornrow man who cornered an small store owner. Each gang member was armed with either an Taurus PT92 pistol, an machete or an revolver.
"Velho, é dia de pagamento. Deves uma certa percentagem." said the cornrow man.
"Olha, não tenho o dinheiro. Mas se você amanhã, eu vou dar! Acredita em mim, eu vou! Você tem que ... Tenho uma família para sustentar! Por favor. Tiaga." said the shopkeeper, clearly worried.
On the rooftop, Jesse and Maritza were trying to understand what exactly the two were saying.
"Portuguese. But I'll only understand an little bit. Apparently, the cornrow guy's name is Tiaga and he's saying this shopkeeper owes him protection money. The old shopkeeper says he doesn't have the money... and that's all I can understand."
"I think they're gonna kill him. We have to do some-" as Maritza was surprised by the next thing.
An young girl, no younger than 19, Japanese-Brazilian and also quite muscular (think Korra, but a bit leaner) just thrusted in the open and smashed one gun-wielding thug in the jaw with her fist, then kicked another guy in the jaw and then leapt onto an another gun-wielder and fired off his pistol into several more thugs.
Tiaga simply backed away and saw more of his thugs being taken down easily by this young girl. When she was done and her back was turned, Tiaga had an machete with him and decided to go after her. However, the young firecracker responded with a fast kick, taking the machete out of his hand and then kicked him in the jaw. Next, she got on top of him and raised her fists nice and high and said
"Vocês bandidos são todas iguais. Você - tenta - agir - toda - grande - mexendo - com - as - pessoas - que - não - podem se - defender. Tiaga, você - é - mais - um - exemplo - do - que - está - errado - na - favela. Pensando - sangue - derramado - é - o -caminho - a - percorrer."
By the time she finished, Tiaga's face looked like someone threw several meat patties at him, very solid meat patties. He could barely move and muttered only a few words.
The girl ignored him and Tiaga just stumbled across the way out of the girl's sight. She went back into the store and then said
"Não creio eles estarão incomodando mais, Sr. Becker."
"Tem tanta certeza? Eles vão voltar e arrasar esta parte do bairro para o chão. Comando Quimera são conhecidos para este tipo de brutalidade. Vocês sabe tão bem quanto eu."
"Eu tenho certeza que posso encontrar ajuda, os caras que eu conheço muitos sobre este bloco está cansado de merda Comando Quimera."
On the rooftop, the SAS commando and Native American marine were shocked by the demonstration. Their jaws fell wide open at what transpired, all the while ignoring the Pink Ultimo Morpher glowing very brightly.
"Hey, the Morpher."
"Holy shit, is that the host..."
"I think it's a good thing we'll have someone like that on our team."
"How do we approach this?"
"That I don't know."
Meanwhile...
Tiaga eventually got back to his gang's safehouse and tried making an call, but there was only static. He was an mid-level member of Comando Quimera and had some power, he could get an group of well-armed thugs instantly.
"Sim, é Taiga. Há um pequeno problema com o Sr. Becker, o lojista local. Nós não recebemos o nosso dinheiro."
"Não se pode fazer uma pequena tarefa. Qual é o problema com você?! É só um vendedor! Tiaga, Tiaga, você tem uma chance de se redimir. Vou mandar um grupo de garotos mais para ajudá-lo. Eu não posso acreditar, você precisa de ajuda para um lojista." said the leader of CQ.
"Não é só isso. Uma menina destruída o meu grupo. Uma menina!"
"Uma mulher? Está brincando comigo? Ok, eu vou enviar apenas cinco caras. Isso vai ser o suficiente para lidar com seu "problema"."
"Obrigado, Nascimento. Obrigada por sua gentileza."
"Não chame a menos que há um problema real." said Tiaga as the leader of CQ hung up.
The situation has now gotten worse, Tiaga now has an smug smile and patiently waits for the payback he'll get. For now, he'll go the local whorehouse to blow some steam off. However, someone was listening on this. In an building below, an paperman was hearing what he said... he pulled out an cellphone and called...
"Hey, it's me, Carlo. You know Comando Quimera? Yes, they're now making moves. Apparently, mid-level guy Tiaga is bringing in an squad of CQ thugs. Is it possible that I can talk to Capt. Rogerio of BOPE? Okay. patch me through."
"Olá, este o Capitão Rogério. O que eu posso fazer por você?"
"Sou eu, Carlo. Você sabe que grande organização criminosa, CQ? Os que estão praticamente invisíveis? Tenho alguma inteligência grande sobre eles ..."
Back on the Rooftops
"We'll need to get her. But it has to be calm and reasonable, she has an home with the shopkeeper."
"We better make it fast. My mind's telling me that thug is gonna come back with a bigger force of thugs and eventually BOPE is gonna get called in and boom. Bloodbath."
"I'll take all the time I'll need. What are you gonna do?"
"Simple. Stop this neighborhood from an bloodbath. Solution: Kill Cornrow Leader and whomever is helping him."
"Alright, we both better learn Portuguese fast." said Maritza who smirked an bit. Jesse gave an nod in return.
Jesse leapt across the rooftops and Maritza climbed down, holding the Pink Ultimo Morpher on her waist.
There two objectives on their minds:
- Convince the female street fighter to join them.
- Neutrailize any potential threats in Complexo do Alemao.
Review.
For those confused, that's Portuguese. I feel it would be appropriate if they're gonna go to an foreign country, the language spoken in the country should be that language spoken in the story, not some dialect of English in other fictional stories.
Criticism is Welcomed.
Rider Paladin: *getting the translator* Okay, this might take awhile.
