Shape Shifters
Summary: Wes, Eric, and the Wildforce Rangers have been plunged into the future. Here, in the year 3003, Jen is thought insane, Katie is coming to grips with a guilty conscience, and Alex is hiding a deadly secret that will change the world when it is revealed. Reviews please!!
A/N: This is set just after the end of the Wildforce series, and they are celebrating defeating the orgs when this story starts. " " = Speaking. { } =Thinking Oh, and I don't own any characters except Cassandra Collins, (Or Cassie, as she prefers to be called.) Enjoy!
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They had been partying all night. On the Animarium, 6 Rangers were revelling in the thrill of just defeat Master Org and his minions. Now they were relaxing, and were planning on a vacation away to really chill out. Princess Shayla had been the most worn out tonight, and she retired to her bed long before the Rangers themselves staggered to their separate slumbers.
"Cole, you....don't mind me...crashing here.... tonight, - do you?" Merrick swayed with sleepiness as he attempted some form of communication.
"Ah,.... Merrick,.... you know...we...don't mind. Take the...spare bed, if you want, or...there's room... in my bed." Cole stumbled over every sentence, and fell forward into the cave they had just stopped in front of. "Ouch." slurred Cole.
"I'll,.... just go take.... the spare bed.... thanks. See...you...tomorrow." Merrick staggered off to his bed for the night, and collapsed on top of it, still in his clothing. Sleep clouded his vision before he even hit the bed. His mind was filled of tempting dreams of Princess Shayla all night, and he smiled, peacefully.
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In the year 3003, a certain Alexander Cullins (A/N: I figured the surname 'Collins' might just change after a century or two!) stalked angrily around his office. He had terrorised at least 6 new recruits with his fearsome attitude, and was even angrier that Cassie had rejected him.
Cassie, who was Jen and Wes' daughter, had lived with her mother in the 22nd century all her life. At her young age now of 2, she had always accepted Alex as her father. Then the hurt and pain of rejection came for Alex when Cassie pushed him away, and refused to even look at him. If anything, she certainly had her mother's fiery personality.
"Ashton! Where are the reports?" Alex barked at a nervous-looking officer.
"I'm...just...getting them.... Sir...." the officer shyly replied.
"Not good enough! Go and get them at once!" Fury and anger rose in his throat as he practically shouted at the terrified officer.
"Yes Sir! I'll have them down here in three minutes!" the officer squeaked.
"Two if you value your job."
The young officer called Ashton gulped, and hurried out of the room. Alex sighed, and relaxed in his comfortable chair.
If the prophecy was correct, and he had read the Akailo the right way, then the Arctic Circle Legend was true.
And only he could prevent the danger coming.
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Alyssa's eyes slowly opened. She had a major hangover from the night before, and moving her head wasn't exactly easy.
Staggering out of her little cave, she was amazed to see just about everyone else with equally sore heads, and quickly made up a good theory:
Drinking and fighting orgs would never go together, and it was a good thing that they never had done so until then.
At that moment, the fountain sent up a spray of water that always indicated an org. But they had defeated all the orgs, so why were they back now?
"Rangers, there must be another org that you have not stopped. It cannot be Toxica and Jindrax, because they are no longer recognised as dangerous. Hurry, you must go! Princess Shayla's voice was lined with worry, mainly on the fact that the orgs had all been destroyed, and there was no way they could return.
The Rangers, all morphed, dashed along a street full of wreckage to the creature at the end. A huge, 9-foot org stood there, blood staining his massive horns that poked up in front of his scaly head and back. The creature's hands weren't even hands, they were hellhound paws, with extraordinarily sharp claws on each one. Equally strange paws formed his feet that again, had the amazingly sharp claws. It's eyes were thin narrow slits, with tiny pupils in between. The creature wore thin strips of cloth to protect its modesty, and glared at the woozy rangers standing in front of it.
The glare changed to that of a comical expression when it saw it's opponents. The layer upon layer of fangs that resisided inside it's mouth formed an evil grin, as it stepped forwards to claim the victory. The scaly green skin cracked under the intense pressure of its thousand tons of weight. Then, it took up the fist blow.
The tired, zoned out rangers fell to the floor one by one. They were knocked down like skittles, and Cole ended up with a pounding headache after being thrown, head first at a nearby building wall. Alyssa was smacked in the stomach, winding her, and was then thrown into a stack of crates. As they went down, they demorphed one after the other until everyone lay stranded and in despair of ever defeating this org.
At that moment, a shot caused the org to retreat, and back away from Taylor, whom he had been going to torture further.
Wes and Eric, with a whole bunch of Silver Guardians, stepped down from a van, and launched into an attack on the org. Every man was knocked away as if they were rag dolls. Wes and Eric morphed, and attempted to bring down the monster. The org anticipated their attempt, and snatched Wes' up as soon as he approached, swinging him violently above the horns, before flinging him away. Wes hit the floor, and the darkness of unconsciousness met his head temporarily.
Eric meanwhile, was yanked upwards, kicked viciously in the head, and shoved away by a single punch in the stomach. He came smashing down, and landed, cut, bruised and beaten, in another pile of crates.
The org stepped back. Another, cloaked creature came forward, but the few Rangers who were still conscious couldn't see anything of this new creature courtesy of the cloak. Its height was of roughly 11 foot, (That is tall people!) and he whispered in a strange language to the uncloaked org.
"Siquend! Keh Ii hed ugd thauque. Jans hebh likb verj!" The cloaked creature spoke barely above a whisper.
{So the org is called Siquend?} Pondered Taylor, who was one of 3 still conscious.
"And now Rangers, I will plunge you into the future, where the Master's Evil reigns. There you will perish under the flame!" The cloaked figure appeared to be old for his height.
{He can speak English?} But Eric's mind was in no mood for thinking hard right now.
"Yes human, I can speak your language. I can read your thoughts." Again, the barely heard whisper. The cloaked creature stepped forward, and, raising his head to the skies, screeched out a long forgotten language of the Underworld.
"Closure! Mg dras tbh theng thao neow meing! Florlg flagind deffisd! Ghy flg, ghy flg, gindo thra. Senod heun heto plun." It was amazing to think that this hooded freak had been rasping over his words like a granddad a minute ago. As the creature finished his strange language display, a time portal opened. But this portal wasn't in the sky as it normally was. This time, it was right down next to the ground, the very bottom of the lightning streaked hole in time gently touching the floor.
"Hehe. Nighty night Rangers." And with that, the hooded general summoned up Artic winds that easily picked up the battered and bruised Rangers. They were all gathered together, and thrown forwards, all in one group, through the portal.
"Excellent job Master." Siquend grunted.
"Yes," replied his Master, as they watched the portal close, "a good job indeed."
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Gothic: So what did you think? I worked flat out to make this go together, and I'd love some reviews on it. Oh, and the strange language Siquend's Master was speaking isn't an actual language of the world, it is a good jumble of letters that I flung together. They turned out good didn't they? Plz don't diss me 'cause of this.
Summary: Wes, Eric, and the Wildforce Rangers have been plunged into the future. Here, in the year 3003, Jen is thought insane, Katie is coming to grips with a guilty conscience, and Alex is hiding a deadly secret that will change the world when it is revealed. Reviews please!!
A/N: This is set just after the end of the Wildforce series, and they are celebrating defeating the orgs when this story starts. " " = Speaking. { } =Thinking Oh, and I don't own any characters except Cassandra Collins, (Or Cassie, as she prefers to be called.) Enjoy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They had been partying all night. On the Animarium, 6 Rangers were revelling in the thrill of just defeat Master Org and his minions. Now they were relaxing, and were planning on a vacation away to really chill out. Princess Shayla had been the most worn out tonight, and she retired to her bed long before the Rangers themselves staggered to their separate slumbers.
"Cole, you....don't mind me...crashing here.... tonight, - do you?" Merrick swayed with sleepiness as he attempted some form of communication.
"Ah,.... Merrick,.... you know...we...don't mind. Take the...spare bed, if you want, or...there's room... in my bed." Cole stumbled over every sentence, and fell forward into the cave they had just stopped in front of. "Ouch." slurred Cole.
"I'll,.... just go take.... the spare bed.... thanks. See...you...tomorrow." Merrick staggered off to his bed for the night, and collapsed on top of it, still in his clothing. Sleep clouded his vision before he even hit the bed. His mind was filled of tempting dreams of Princess Shayla all night, and he smiled, peacefully.
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In the year 3003, a certain Alexander Cullins (A/N: I figured the surname 'Collins' might just change after a century or two!) stalked angrily around his office. He had terrorised at least 6 new recruits with his fearsome attitude, and was even angrier that Cassie had rejected him.
Cassie, who was Jen and Wes' daughter, had lived with her mother in the 22nd century all her life. At her young age now of 2, she had always accepted Alex as her father. Then the hurt and pain of rejection came for Alex when Cassie pushed him away, and refused to even look at him. If anything, she certainly had her mother's fiery personality.
"Ashton! Where are the reports?" Alex barked at a nervous-looking officer.
"I'm...just...getting them.... Sir...." the officer shyly replied.
"Not good enough! Go and get them at once!" Fury and anger rose in his throat as he practically shouted at the terrified officer.
"Yes Sir! I'll have them down here in three minutes!" the officer squeaked.
"Two if you value your job."
The young officer called Ashton gulped, and hurried out of the room. Alex sighed, and relaxed in his comfortable chair.
If the prophecy was correct, and he had read the Akailo the right way, then the Arctic Circle Legend was true.
And only he could prevent the danger coming.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Alyssa's eyes slowly opened. She had a major hangover from the night before, and moving her head wasn't exactly easy.
Staggering out of her little cave, she was amazed to see just about everyone else with equally sore heads, and quickly made up a good theory:
Drinking and fighting orgs would never go together, and it was a good thing that they never had done so until then.
At that moment, the fountain sent up a spray of water that always indicated an org. But they had defeated all the orgs, so why were they back now?
"Rangers, there must be another org that you have not stopped. It cannot be Toxica and Jindrax, because they are no longer recognised as dangerous. Hurry, you must go! Princess Shayla's voice was lined with worry, mainly on the fact that the orgs had all been destroyed, and there was no way they could return.
The Rangers, all morphed, dashed along a street full of wreckage to the creature at the end. A huge, 9-foot org stood there, blood staining his massive horns that poked up in front of his scaly head and back. The creature's hands weren't even hands, they were hellhound paws, with extraordinarily sharp claws on each one. Equally strange paws formed his feet that again, had the amazingly sharp claws. It's eyes were thin narrow slits, with tiny pupils in between. The creature wore thin strips of cloth to protect its modesty, and glared at the woozy rangers standing in front of it.
The glare changed to that of a comical expression when it saw it's opponents. The layer upon layer of fangs that resisided inside it's mouth formed an evil grin, as it stepped forwards to claim the victory. The scaly green skin cracked under the intense pressure of its thousand tons of weight. Then, it took up the fist blow.
The tired, zoned out rangers fell to the floor one by one. They were knocked down like skittles, and Cole ended up with a pounding headache after being thrown, head first at a nearby building wall. Alyssa was smacked in the stomach, winding her, and was then thrown into a stack of crates. As they went down, they demorphed one after the other until everyone lay stranded and in despair of ever defeating this org.
At that moment, a shot caused the org to retreat, and back away from Taylor, whom he had been going to torture further.
Wes and Eric, with a whole bunch of Silver Guardians, stepped down from a van, and launched into an attack on the org. Every man was knocked away as if they were rag dolls. Wes and Eric morphed, and attempted to bring down the monster. The org anticipated their attempt, and snatched Wes' up as soon as he approached, swinging him violently above the horns, before flinging him away. Wes hit the floor, and the darkness of unconsciousness met his head temporarily.
Eric meanwhile, was yanked upwards, kicked viciously in the head, and shoved away by a single punch in the stomach. He came smashing down, and landed, cut, bruised and beaten, in another pile of crates.
The org stepped back. Another, cloaked creature came forward, but the few Rangers who were still conscious couldn't see anything of this new creature courtesy of the cloak. Its height was of roughly 11 foot, (That is tall people!) and he whispered in a strange language to the uncloaked org.
"Siquend! Keh Ii hed ugd thauque. Jans hebh likb verj!" The cloaked creature spoke barely above a whisper.
{So the org is called Siquend?} Pondered Taylor, who was one of 3 still conscious.
"And now Rangers, I will plunge you into the future, where the Master's Evil reigns. There you will perish under the flame!" The cloaked figure appeared to be old for his height.
{He can speak English?} But Eric's mind was in no mood for thinking hard right now.
"Yes human, I can speak your language. I can read your thoughts." Again, the barely heard whisper. The cloaked creature stepped forward, and, raising his head to the skies, screeched out a long forgotten language of the Underworld.
"Closure! Mg dras tbh theng thao neow meing! Florlg flagind deffisd! Ghy flg, ghy flg, gindo thra. Senod heun heto plun." It was amazing to think that this hooded freak had been rasping over his words like a granddad a minute ago. As the creature finished his strange language display, a time portal opened. But this portal wasn't in the sky as it normally was. This time, it was right down next to the ground, the very bottom of the lightning streaked hole in time gently touching the floor.
"Hehe. Nighty night Rangers." And with that, the hooded general summoned up Artic winds that easily picked up the battered and bruised Rangers. They were all gathered together, and thrown forwards, all in one group, through the portal.
"Excellent job Master." Siquend grunted.
"Yes," replied his Master, as they watched the portal close, "a good job indeed."
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Gothic: So what did you think? I worked flat out to make this go together, and I'd love some reviews on it. Oh, and the strange language Siquend's Master was speaking isn't an actual language of the world, it is a good jumble of letters that I flung together. They turned out good didn't they? Plz don't diss me 'cause of this.