To be honest with you, I feel like this could be decent potential for a line of non-comic books, think about it, Power Rangers getting the YA treatment... that probably sounds horrifying to you, but believe me, if done right, I think it could work.

I am doing two optional types of POV's for hexagon, all knowing third person and three first person POV's (please, give it a chance before you nope out of it), these next three are those three first person POV's... and for the sake of the sample, it will be nonlinear… Enjoy and review because it's a little disheartening to not have any.

Hexagon/Jane

A couple of weeks from now

My lucky stars were thanked that we were in an abandoned quarry as I aimed my blaster at that weird frog monster, my pulling the trigger dealt the final blow to it, causing it to explode, finally allowing me to get down to business and help my teammates check on the wounded Hexagon team.

That frog somehow knocked them unconscious even without those cybernetic pollywog things to dehydrate them, John checked on Violet and Justin checked on Sterling, but Mannie's unconscious butt was waiting for me while I dispatched of their assailant.

I demorphed, revealing me disguised as a boy before I got down on my knees and looked Mannie over, he looked like he was put through the ringer, seemingly one of each and every injury in the book lined every exposed inch of his body, in that uniform, that was saying something.

He let out a cough, probably to get whatever speck of dust that got in his lungs out, his eyelids were heavy, but open, A weak snarl or sneer burdened his face before he lost consciousness again, he must've seen my drag king get up without noticing it was me underneath, if not for that, the "you're dead meat, you jerk" look in his eye would've been a tad more disheartening.

And why am I a drag king while on ranger duty, you ask? Well… You see… I am a girl leading a team of Power Rangers, that position is coded in the color red... or in us beetle rangers case, crimson, that position is usually filled by someone male and I doubt they would take someone female seriously in the same position, and now you know why that disguise.

"Sir." That word was half said half shouted, tapping on one of his shoulders and shook the other. I dared not use his name, if he was OK, he would expose me and there would go being taken seriously as a leader with the power of the morphin grid. "Can you hear me?" If he could, his eyes would have stayed open, i put two fingers to the side of his neck and bent my ear over his nose and mouth to check his vitals, his pulse was a bit fast and his breath had a slight shallow sound to it, but on the whole, he was still alive, Albeit battered, bruised and unconscious.

He looked cute when he was passed out, but I wasn't distracted, my hands ever so daintily in spite of how heavy he was, pushed him off his back and onto his side, gosh, how proud of me would Angel be? She (and possibly any certified first-aider that is asked about it) calls the position I put Mannie in that very moment, The recovery position.

"Okay, what now?" Justin asked,

"Your guess is as good as mine." Was my only answer, not good for my reputation as a leader, I know, but if you expected me to have an immediate answer, don't you think you're setting some unrealistic expectations on someone like me? "I'll take suggestions, anyone?" Doesn't a good leader know when to?

"What have we gotten ourselves into?" John asked in frustration. "Jason's going to be furious with us."

Justin turned to face us, for no longer being able to see, he sure could brutally murder someone if a look in ones eye could kill."he's going to be furious with you? I couldn't even keep my own mechanical brain children out of the hands of the threat." Justin groaned before shifting into a fetal position and burying his head in his hands. "The fact that Scorpina's henchmen can do that is scary, oh, you're half right about Jason, Jane; we're done for, and we are so at his hands."

"Guys." My morpher said, bearing Angel's Voice. "Calm down and get back to command, Cam has most likely dispatched emergency personnel for these guys and are hopefully on their way as we speak."

"Okay, that's a relief to be told that, but..." Some emergency first response sirens of some kind cut me off midsentence from a distance, dude does not mess around. "Son of a..." The sirens going up an earsplitting octave cut me off midsentence.

Clever man, that boyfriend of Angel's.

"As for Jason, leave him to me, he's my cousin." Angel said, I understand what she said, but what exactly would that have to do with some zords accidentally ending up in the wrong hands and then having a frog monster thing knocking your rivals out, I really hope the universe isn't out to spite me because this day could not get any worse.

Present day

Little miss Anya's home for amnesiac orphans, outskirts of Angel Grove.

I don't remember my real name so they call me Jane, it's a first name Assigned to women that can't identify themselves in America for any reason, I have a brother named John who's six months younger than me, he too is amnesiac and John is a common name for men who can't identify themselves for the same logic.

this place was truly on the outskirts of Angel Grove, while it was still in town, it overlooked the boarder where the town touches the desert.

The time came for us (well... me, but I wasn't going to part ways with my brother) to be kicked out, my butt length platinum blond hair cascading down my back weaved into a waist length fishtail-braid, my athletic frame clad in crimson athletic wear. "So the guy said the job was a risky business?" I asked, my same hair-colored Irish twin at the heels of me and our caretaker's as he had nothing better to say, he just watched us women, the only ones he's ever talked to confer.

"All he said was that the Job description itself is classified." The caretaker answered. "You two go straight to the beach and wait for a blind brunette who goes by the name Justin Stewart, there, the three of you will wait for his contact."

"Yes ma'am." The two of us said in unison, before giving a stereotypical military salute. "I mean, Miss Randall."

"You two have been The strangest pair Since you were brought here." The caretaker, Miss Randall sighed, turning around and leading us to the cab parked outside the building. "Treating me like a drill sergeant instead of the caretaker I am, while I do appreciate the cooperation, it's a bit annoying..."

She went on the ramble again and my brother and I just repeated it to ourselves and each other. "I get that you appreciate my feeding you, my clothing you, your keeping a roof over our heads but…"

Miss Randall cut herself off midsentence dumbfounded, she had to be, it showed on her face. "How is it neither of you have a clue as to who you were before you came to us, but you can remember all that?"

I have no idea either, even to this day. "Yeah, your guess is honestly as good as mine, but..."

"Aesides, you already know, sis." John interrupted me.

"Ugh." Miss Randall and I shouted in unison, have you any idea how annoying it also gets to constantly be reminded of dead people you don't remember? Everyone we know now really needs to accept that I'm not hung up about our parents being dead, losing the memories of them alongside them most likely affords me and John such a luxury, remembering them isn't going to bring them back.

"The little dog tag necklace they found in your pocket when your pants were being cut off of you in the hospital." I said with a frustrated sigh, my head bowed and my thumb and index finger pinched the bridge of my nose. "John, when are you gonna stop this nonsense?"

"Actually, Jane, you're right, what's done is done, granted what's done was damage, but life does that sometimes, what the hell are you gonna do?" Such words Rolling off of John's tongue surprised me and here I thought of the two of us, I'd be the one with the mental fortitude to move on. "It's like you say every time someone brings it up: what's the point of grieving people you don't remember?" Him keeping that necklace all these years later just got a lot weirder.

The cabbie honked his horn. "Glad you're doing that, I haven't got all day, you climbing in or not?" He said, John and I subtly chuckled in unison, As he popped the hood at the back of the cab.

I poked my head into his cab through the back window that was rolled halfway down, I am guessing it was a hot day. "Yeah, sorry about that." I said before yanking it out to stuff my bags into the trunk, John did the same before opening the door for me, my only responds before taking my seat was a Roll of my eyes and a smile, John knew and remembered me enough to take it as a thank you, we were on the road the minute he piled in, I kissed life in the orphanage goodbye and heaven knows what we were getting ourselves into hello.