Author's Note: This picks up a little while after some introductions have been made. The future Warriors have also shown alot of doubt, so this is a further explanation as to how things came about.
Dulcea: Then perhaps it's time you're given the proof you need.
*the room darkens, and a holoprojector begins to display images on the screen.*
Dulcea: Long ago, there was a great warrior, named Zordon.
Dulcea: Zordon was the keeper of good in the universe. It was a golden age when Zordon watched over us. Until from a place called the Yamiverse, a dark lord came. This dark lord was to evil what Zordon was to good. He called himself Lord Valkron.
Dulcea: Valkron's evil was so strong, Zordon could not fight him alone, so he called opon us the same way we called opon you. We were all young then, and were unsure of the responcibilities he was giving us. But accept them we did, on faith. *she makes a pointed look at Kyle* But some of us were not as strong of spirit, and were brought to serve Valkron. It became a battle of galactic proportions, until Valkron finally called Zordon to a final combat. In a battle which destroyed the fifth planet of the Sol System, Zordon won, but was severely weakened. Valkron's energies were banished to a nearby black hole, leaving his Armor of Darkness behind.
Ninjor: Zordon, with our help, believed that the armor could be turned for good, and we proceeded to take the armor, and using the deepest beliefs within each of us, created from the peices full suits of armor to empower the wearer. These armors were the Yoroi of the Masters. These armors were keyed to us, and meant to be passed to a series of warriors should evil return.
Dulcea: Unfortunately, we were undermined from within. Master Valor, under the new name of Master Vile, stole the armors and sealed them on a far off planet, called Faelon. With the armors gone, and Zordon weakened, we began having to take up the fight against the new evils that had formed from our ranks. During this time, we fought amongst ourselves so to speak, and ultimately, Zordon was so weakened from battle, he was trapped in a transwarp containment field.
Dimitria: And so we used our powers over the Moprhin' Grid to create a series of lesser powers, to be given to warriors like yourselves. We called them the Power Rangers. Their greatest members, past and future, stand around you as your guides. They have seen the evils that have passed through this world and fought valiantly to protect the universe.
*Jareth raises a hand*
Jareth: But question, if some of you were evil then, and I know you touched on it some, how'd they come back? You mentioned something about a sacrifice.
Phantom Ranger: The boy raises an interesting point. As we said before, we were fighting the lesser evils created by the Dark Masters. Zordon, during one of these battles, was captured. One such warrior, Andros, was forced to make a desision between saving existance... and destroying Zordon. The choice was clear, though difficult, and with Zordon's death, a cleansing wave shook the universe, healing our comrades at arms once more... but at a terrible price.
Dulcea: The seals which kept both the Armor and Valkron captive were broken, though Valkron's seal was less damaged. He's begun to ressurect his Starscythe Squads to come to battle.
Ninjor: And that brings us to why you are here. You've been chosen to become the next generation of Morphin' Masters... our time is nearly gone, and we no longer have the strength nor the youth to fight this evil... we barely survived it alone last time. You will have advantages where we've had none. You have competent and noble mentors to help you adjust to your new life and powers, as well as tools we had to create after the fact.
Dulcea: Will you help us, and help your universe? The choice is yours.
Dulcea: Then perhaps it's time you're given the proof you need.
*the room darkens, and a holoprojector begins to display images on the screen.*
Dulcea: Long ago, there was a great warrior, named Zordon.
Dulcea: Zordon was the keeper of good in the universe. It was a golden age when Zordon watched over us. Until from a place called the Yamiverse, a dark lord came. This dark lord was to evil what Zordon was to good. He called himself Lord Valkron.
Dulcea: Valkron's evil was so strong, Zordon could not fight him alone, so he called opon us the same way we called opon you. We were all young then, and were unsure of the responcibilities he was giving us. But accept them we did, on faith. *she makes a pointed look at Kyle* But some of us were not as strong of spirit, and were brought to serve Valkron. It became a battle of galactic proportions, until Valkron finally called Zordon to a final combat. In a battle which destroyed the fifth planet of the Sol System, Zordon won, but was severely weakened. Valkron's energies were banished to a nearby black hole, leaving his Armor of Darkness behind.
Ninjor: Zordon, with our help, believed that the armor could be turned for good, and we proceeded to take the armor, and using the deepest beliefs within each of us, created from the peices full suits of armor to empower the wearer. These armors were the Yoroi of the Masters. These armors were keyed to us, and meant to be passed to a series of warriors should evil return.
Dulcea: Unfortunately, we were undermined from within. Master Valor, under the new name of Master Vile, stole the armors and sealed them on a far off planet, called Faelon. With the armors gone, and Zordon weakened, we began having to take up the fight against the new evils that had formed from our ranks. During this time, we fought amongst ourselves so to speak, and ultimately, Zordon was so weakened from battle, he was trapped in a transwarp containment field.
Dimitria: And so we used our powers over the Moprhin' Grid to create a series of lesser powers, to be given to warriors like yourselves. We called them the Power Rangers. Their greatest members, past and future, stand around you as your guides. They have seen the evils that have passed through this world and fought valiantly to protect the universe.
*Jareth raises a hand*
Jareth: But question, if some of you were evil then, and I know you touched on it some, how'd they come back? You mentioned something about a sacrifice.
Phantom Ranger: The boy raises an interesting point. As we said before, we were fighting the lesser evils created by the Dark Masters. Zordon, during one of these battles, was captured. One such warrior, Andros, was forced to make a desision between saving existance... and destroying Zordon. The choice was clear, though difficult, and with Zordon's death, a cleansing wave shook the universe, healing our comrades at arms once more... but at a terrible price.
Dulcea: The seals which kept both the Armor and Valkron captive were broken, though Valkron's seal was less damaged. He's begun to ressurect his Starscythe Squads to come to battle.
Ninjor: And that brings us to why you are here. You've been chosen to become the next generation of Morphin' Masters... our time is nearly gone, and we no longer have the strength nor the youth to fight this evil... we barely survived it alone last time. You will have advantages where we've had none. You have competent and noble mentors to help you adjust to your new life and powers, as well as tools we had to create after the fact.
Dulcea: Will you help us, and help your universe? The choice is yours.