Prelude

After my unsuccessful attempt at a more mature story in Star Wars, I've decided do change 'fields' so to speak. Therefore, this fanfiction is Power Rangers origin, specifically – the Lost Galaxy season. As was with previous venture, this story will be 'M' rated; someone would even classify it as 'M+'. This means the content is suitable for mature teens & older. More on the story, it will be spinning off from the 1st two episodes; the action picking from first swipe with the Quasar sabers. So… Let the journey begin…

Chapter 1. A third party

"BANG!"

Furio is sent tumbling backward down to the ground after the Human male soldier Mike connects a Quasar saber with the former's sword. An immediate reaction to it is Maya's tribe leader's widening eyes. He could not believe the sight he had just witnessed. Someone had actually pulled out one of the legendary weapons that were used to save the galaxy over 3000 years ago. Naturally, Mike was also stunned by this; moreover, a female from the tribe named Maya. She, along with Kai, Damon & Kendrix gravitate towards the Human male. Their reasoning is similar to an unknown chemical mixture – you could not easily identify any singular one. In the midst of losing their awe for what Mike had achieved, they overheard Furio shouting:

"Give me that saber & I won't destroy you!"

Still mesmerized by the saber extraction event, Kendrix suggests a noteworthy idea:

"Should we try?"

Mike just simply nods in affirmation. Very quickly the other 4 Humans approach the coin grey stone conglomerate, set their sights on the sabers and in a sequential manner pull the remaining Quasar sabers out of their place. They extrude fluorescent waves of blue, green, pink and yellow; each saber only emitting one singular color. The tribe surrounding the 5 newly armed beings begin to gossip about the sight they just witnessed; with the tribe leader quickly proclaiming:

"The Quasar sabers."

"We've been chosen." – Maya states.

Kai, Kendrix reaction to the statement is a shake of the head. Leo, the brother of Mike, fends off Furio's henchmen and truly analyzes the recent event. Sadly and ironically, the person, who has the largest affinity to the being that first grabbed a legendary weapon, is the last to grasp the totality of it.

Realizing that the odds of victory were slipping from his grasp, Furio angrily said:

"If I can't have the sabers, then no one will."

Ruby red lightning sizzles around his blade which soon culminates in the blue skinned male striking his sword into the ground. The affects? Quite grim. The point of origin loses all color, which, by subconscious instincts, leads to the conclusion that it has ceased to exist. Even worse for the tribe, Mike & Co. was the sight of the shade less spreading across the ground.

Chaos erupts, people start to make rash decisions. Screams are heard, minds disharmonized. Leo chooses to reunite with his brother by dashing to him. Kai is the 1st to bring the subconscious conclusion forward to the group.

"Look out!"

In a few seconds, several people are frozen, left colorless. By this point, everyone was aiming to get as far away from the point of origin as possible. Out of the 5 that acquired the weapons, Maya is the one that looks back. She sees the tribe's leader, wishing for him to live past this atrocity. Unsurprisingly, begrudgingly, in a heartache, he shouts:

"Run, Maya! Run!"

Mike notices Maya's sudden stop, comes to her and states:

"No, Maya. Don't."

In that moment the tribe's leader is consumed by the negative affect.

Some distance covered. The 6 Humans had escaped the life freezing attack and appeared in a jungle clearing. Suddenly, ruby red lightening shined in front of them and a familiar face was present again.

"Hahaha! Did you really believe you could run away from me? Never!"

Again, Furio slammed the lightning spreading sword down to the ground; although, this time the angle was 45 degrees, not 180. This led to a different reaction. The ground, which was stable, now began to shake with a ravine developing at an extraordinarily fast pace. This catches Mike, the red emitting weapon holder. Yet, he doesn't fall to his death immediately. No – the Human male grabs onto one side of black dirt of the ravine.

"Mike!"

Leo fends off several of Furio's henchmen to get to his brother. The latter is barely hanging on for his life.

"Give me your hand!"

"I can't hold on." – states Mike.

"Don't give up!"

"Take it!"

"I can't!"

"Of course you can! You have to."

Realizing their upcoming fate, Leo chooses the path that is far more riddled with fear than the other one.

"Okay! I'll try!"

"Hurry!"

"I'm trying."

In a split second, he grabbed the Quasar saber from his brother's hand.

"Okay. I got it."

Leo senses that he could accomplish both great feat, while Mike sees their condition for what it is.

"Mike! You can't let go!"

"It's alright, Leo. You can carry on for me. You can do it…"

Leo senses his heart pounding more ferociously than before.

"…I've always been so proud of you, Leo. I always will be."

All of a sudden, Mike lets go and descends into the misty, engulfing, deadly ravine.

"Nooooooo!"

Very soon, the ground closes up; consequently, the ravine is gone, and so is Mike.

"No!"

"No!"

"Mike!"

"Mike!"

The 4 other Humans shout in despair at the fallen one. Sensing the odds of victory beginning to rise for him, Furio exclaims:

"Whose next?! Hahaha! Hahaha!"

He watches Leo standing up from the surface and mocks him:

"Uuuh? Little brother wants a piece of me, too? Hahaha! Hahaha!"

The 4 reunite with their fallen comrade's brother, arrange their bodies in an even line, come face to face with Furio. Sensing great will to act, Leo raises the saber to the sky. Strangely, this causes it to emit far more red light than previously. The others see that too. In a few seconds, they all raise the Quasar sabers to the sky. As a reaction, out of nowhere, lightning shines and touches the tip of their weapons. An astounding manifestation was on the verge of enactment.

Rapidly, Furio now sees the Humans dressed in a completely different attire.

"Interesting." – he states.

"Wow!" – Kendrix cheerfully shouts.

"This is unbelievable!" – Damon follows suite with a similar reaction.

"Yeah! I've never felt such power!"

Their main target becomes a tad bit annoyed at their gushing of their transformation.

"Silly costumes won't help against my Power."

"Why don't we just find out about that?"

Leo pumps his fist.

"Alright, guys. This one's for Mike."

He points the weapon at Furio. The latter male stretches out his right hand, ready to issue a command.

"Stingwingers! Attack!"

And the battle begins.

Later. The 5 Humans that survived Furio's attack are talking onboard the Astro Megaship. While Maya is giving a deeply encouraging speech, Leo looks at the red Quasar saber and reminisces of the events that led him to getting it. Specifically – his brother's demise at the hand's of Furio's ravine. Sadness, grief was obviously present within him. Losing a loved one will always take a toll on the survivor's well-being, the only aspect that can change is the degree. Reluctantly, he comes to terms with the reality that he is now apart of. His brother is no more. So it is best to carry on with a less negative mindset.

"This is for you, Mike." – he thinks, while holding the weapon with both of his hands.

Somewhere else in space.

"Furio! What is our status?"

"We have past through the portal, Scorpius."

"Then you had best begin your duty. Get me the Quasar sabers and destroy the ones that had taken them from me."

"It will be done, my Lord."

Furio starts walking out of a red dominant chamber.

"It had better."

An insect shaped, largely black & gold colored space ship soars through the black nothingness that almost occupies the entire Universe.

Somewhere else. A person enters a hall. The room's prior inhabitants take notice of the new arrival.

"Your late, Polus."

"Hah! I don't remember there ever to be a meeting in which we need to be extremely punctual, Atlas."

"That is true, Polus. But there is a concern that we must voice today."

"Well then, Rhea…"

He precedes to take a seat on a polished, gracefully carved, canary yellow shade rock throne.

"…Please continue."

The female expresses an idea to the lone standing male in the hall.

"Right, my fellow Demigods. I've just received word form one of our scouts greatly far away from us."

"And?" – Polus blazingly questions.

"The Quasar sabers have been activated once again."

Each living being within the room had a distinctively different reaction to such news; yet, none of the participants showed any fear. The silence didn't last long.

"Hmmm. Are those the weapons that were elevated to legend status 3000 years ago?" – a seated female inquired.

"You would be correct, Euphrosyne."

"3000 years of no use? Such wasted potential for domination."

"You're assuming you would have easily conquered everyone, Nemesis?"

The addressed female just smiles at the question.

"Hmmm! It would have made my goal effortless, Polus."

"Well… Now someone else has acquired such powerful artifacts."

"Amusing statement, brother."

She redirects her entire face to the nonchalant male.

"Just cause someone wields a powerful artifact does not guarantee victory. Not even slightly."

"Have we any information on who have it?"

"As luck would have it, yes, Euphrosyne. All 5 sabers are in possession by Humans."

"What type of Humans?"

Another person enters the discussion.

"Type I, Crius."

"If that's the case,…"

How incredibly, the last one to speak is the one that stands up.

"…Then there is no need for me to be here."

"Your downplaying the threat, Crius."

"Might be, Rhea. Though, I'm not worried about 5 Type I Humans using weapons, who have become overrated with each century that passed after their last use."

"You believe that the information stored in your books is a complete waste?"

"Not entirely, Atlas. They are a myth… And with every myth – some part of it is true, some of it is not."

"I'm inclined to agree with my cousin. We don't need to take any precautions or noteworthiness just because someone has the Quasar sabers." – Polus adds.

"So you believe we should do more surveillance?"

"Exactly, Euphrosyne. We need to understand more about our opponents before we decide to confront them."

"So…"

Atlas takes a step towards a table.

"…Are we agreeing to let our scouts oversee their future actions and capabilities?"

No one responded.

"Alright. Meeting is finished. Leave when you want to."