In was dusk out, the three powerful mutants were up high on a building. They were talking to each other, in their own language. Unknown to them some one had been watching them; the watcher had a cape over their body hiding their identity. The watcher hid behind boxes, peering through the openings between the boxes.
The watcher then held out some devise and pointed it right at the mutants.
"Orgs, shall rule humans….We must find the master and destroy the rangers..," a beeping noise was heard. The mutants looked right over at the boxes, the leader pointed out his hand for his complains to go check it out. The watcher began to pull back hiding in the shadows.
The two mutants hit the boxes out of the way. There was nothing there that is when they saw a dumpster turned on its side, the cover was closed, and you could only see a small opening. The two mutants began to approach it, getting closer and closer, until. Their leader called them back; they turned around meeting his eyes. It was unknown what he said, all that could be known it had something to do with calling his men back over. The two reluctantly went back over to their leader, and then the three disappeared into the night.
Inside the dark dumpster the watcher let out a deep breath. That was too close, it was not yet time to make their presence known.
Eric and Wes were driving down the road from the looks of it they were in a neighborhood of some sorts in Turtle Cove. Eric was driving as Wes told him where to turn. They pulled into a one story house, where a small yellow car was parked. "Okay here we are, now remember be nice," said Wes looking over at Eric with a smiled. Eric put the truck into park.
Eric just gave Wes a smirk as they got out of the car. The two walked up to the front door, Wes looked at Eric once more. "Don't forget behave," said Wes, eyeing Eric carefully.
"Hey, as long as she give no rude remarks I'll be just fine," said Eric being sarcastic. Wes just shook his head as he knocked on the door.
"That's what I'm afraid of," muttered Wes. A minute later the front door open, with Taylor standing in front of them. She didn't look to happy to see them.
"Don't you two have better things to do, then give me more tickets," she asked being cocky.
"No, we need you help," said Wes looking at her. Taylor eyes lit up she gave a quick smirk at Eric.
"Oh, so now you want our help," said Taylor glaring right at Eric. Eric crossed his arms giving her a stern stare.
"Look, we think if we can combined our technology we can defeat these mutants," said Eric getting down to business. Taylor just shook her head he still didn't get it.
"First off their not mutants their orgs, but if you two are serious about fight orgs," she looked at the two officers. Wes and Eric looked at each other, and then back to Taylor both nodding their heads. "Alright follow me," she said.
Wes and Eric followed Taylor as they entered the main place of the Animarium, where they found the other rangers sitting around the rocks, near the water fountain. "Welcome to the Animarium," said Taylor as she walked over to her friends. A second later Taylor's eagle went flying over Wes and Eric both of them ducked to the ground.
"What was that?" asked Wes as him and Eric stood back up. Taylor turned laughing at the two.
"That was my eagle zord, I bet you never seen anything like," she said acting all cheerful as she walked over to Alyssa.
"Giant eagle big deal. You should see my Q-Rex," said Eric as he followed Wes over to the other ranger. Wes just smiled and shook his head. Leave it to Eric to come back with a bigger come back.
Cole walked up to Wes putting out his hand smiling. "It's good to see you again," said Cole kindly. Wes smile and nodded his head to the young ranger. A moment later Princess Shayla appeared, Wes and Eric both turned looking at her.
"Welcome friends, this is the Animarium," said Princess Shayla. Wes smiled; this wouldn't be the first time strange things happened to him.
"We've come to help," said Wes.
"That is good, we will need help. What you had fought yesterday, were orgs. But they were unlike any, I ever seen before," said the Princess. Wes look became confused; no one really seemed to know what they were up against. Other than that they were murders from the year 3001. A beeping noise was heard; everyone looked around wondering what it was.
Wes signals Eric over to him, everyone watched as Eric and Wes set up a machine of some sort. Not of there time. Wes clips off the small controller from his belt, and points its right at the two antenna looking things. A second later, a guy with green hair appears on a screen.
The wild force rangers along with the princess are all surprised as they gather around behind Wes and Eric. "Oh, you have company," Trip notices the other rangers. Eric looks behind him and sees Taylor, he gives her a brief smile, and she returns one. He then turned his attention back to Trip. Trip looks then becomes serious. "Guys, I've been doing some checking on those mutants," Wes and Eric both nod their heads; this may be the one piece of information they need. "And I found out their not just mutants, their also part org," said Trip.
"What!" both Eric and Wes said they couldn't believe? How was that possible?
"Because of that, Time Force has classified them as Mutorgs," said Trip. Alyssa pushed through Wes and Eric, looking right a Trip.
"But how is that possible?" she asked. Trip began shaking his head.
"I...I don't know," he then glared right back at Wes and Eric. "But I think I may know someone that can help us," said Trip, and then the connection was cut. Wes and Eric turned back around looking at their new found friends.
"Is there something you're not telling us?" asked Taylor looking right at the two. Eric gave her a stern look, he was about to get right in her face until Wes stopped him from doing so.
"It's okay Eric, we should tell them," said Wes.
"Alright, but they have to promise never to tell anyone," said Eric, as he gave all of them a stern stare. The rangers along with the princess all nodded their heads in agreement.
"Okay, our powers come from the year 3001. It all started……"
Trip, put his head down. He had a hunch that there was one person, or rather one mutant that may know more about these mutorgs then he knew. He turned around walking quickly out of his office when he bumped into Alex. Trip about back away, he hadn't been expecting it. "Al...Alex..." said Trip glaring at him, as if he were afraid.
"Easy Trip, I just come to talk I know about the mutorgs and the mission now in 2002," said Alex. Trip eyes widen. How would Alex know, unless? Trip took a deep breath.
"Then you know who I'm going to go see," Alex nodded his head. "You must know what will happen then?" asked Trip. Alex shied, he became distant to Trip. He could not tell Trip. What the future will hold for all of them?
"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. The mission must go, as how it should that is all I can tell you. Nothing should be changed, no matter what. When the time comes you'll know, what you have to do. That is all I can tell you,' said Alex. Trip looked right at Alex hard what was he hiding.
"Wait, when Jen first took the mission to arrest them. You objected to it. What's going on," Trip demanded. Alex gave Trip a hard stern look.
"I know, but….look I've told you all I can," Alex blinked his eyes. "If I were to tell you more, it would jeopardize the mission. Everything must go accordingly, to how it has been said," said Alex being very direct. Trips eyes just widen. How could Alex know, if it hasn't even been written yet, unless.
"Wes, it makes sense now. The only way you would know, is from Wes," Trip looked right at Wes. "You and Wes are related," said Trip. Alex made no attempt to confirm Trip. He then began to walk away, not saying another word. Trip knows, he was right Wes and Alex were related in a very long blood line. He had to know one more thing, before Alex was to far down the hall.
"Is Jen alive?" Trip called out. Alex stopped right in his tracks, he bit his lip. Alex didn't turn around to face Trip. He never said a word, a second later he walked out of sight leaving Trip once again, with his thoughts.
