Issue One, Act Two
Gatherings
Scene Five
The Revolution Revealed
"Fellow Monarchs, the time has come to attend to more serious matters," spoke Zedd, his gravely distorted voice taking command of the conference. "I'm, of course, talking about the very future...of our kind, and the survival of our Dark Spector's memory and spirit." For a moment, he took the time to gaze proudly at the flags which hung about, comprehending the specific meaning of each insignia. "You have all been brought here tonight to be commemorated for your individual achievements. Tonight, three among us will be hand-picked by the Grand Monarch himself to partake in developing a core backbone to the Monarch Dominion. And those three will carry on their shoulders the weight of proving themselves, once and for all, their worthiness to our league."
The Emperor now purposely paused long enough for quiet commotion to stir among his comrades. Again, he took command.
"To those who are chosen within the next few moments, your invasion force will be henceforth known as the Revolution. Because that is your mission- to revolutionize our forces, so that we may once and for all crush the imbecilic subclass who dare to counter our existence, the Time Force Armada. Fellow Monarchs...I present to you, the absolute, Unagi Garenth!"
On Zedd's mark, Piranhatron foot soldiers behind him took sledgehammers and smashed the wall behind the stage, revealed to be a stained glass covering that cloaked a large window to outer space. In that window was a perfect viewing of Unagi's energy prison. The Grand Monarch's voice took immediate telepathic presence towards the stunned crowds.
When Unagi spoke, his voice carried echoes both deep and deeper pitches. His prison, sparkling of transparent blue and green tentacles, took the conference audience by surprise. Few had ever seen such a presence.
"Loyal subjects of the Monarch Dominion," spoke Unagi, Zedd bowed before him on one knee, "...our time of supremacy casts upon us. Three of our own have suffered the ultimate fate at the hands of Rangers- Scorpius, Mutiny, and Trakeena. Their demise must be your fuel, because their fate is yours if the Armada is allowed to grow.
"I present to you the first who will partake in the Revolution. His Monarch status was declared only hours ago and will be known henceforth known as Emperor Ransik- the newest member of the Monarch Dominion.
His black boots stepping on stage and further crunching the broken shards of glass, a human being emerged. The exposed skin on his arms was wrinkled and horrendously disfigured, nothing compared to his face, however. A metal mask shielded the left side of his face, revealing only traces of scars which lay hidden underneath. He carried with him a silver-bladed Machete. Outraged Monarchs kept their tongues sealed. Unagi continued.
"Second, King Diabolico- you will take your demon armies into this mission, and sacrifice all of them if necessary to your cause."
The warrior Diabolico stood from his chair and bowed before his master, remaining there.
"Commanding the Revolution finally will be the duties of Emperor Zedd. Zedd, reveal to your allies your secret."
He raised up to his feet to face his curious comrades.
"Centuries ago, I found that I possessed a very unique connection to the structure of our universe, the Morphin Grid. It was unique in which I was able to breach its borders and discover two other Morphin Grids, both with their own timeline of Rangers and Monarchs." Commotion immediately formulated, but Zedd would have no part of it. "To that end, I was able to communicate with two life forms in what our Master calls the 'Delta Morphin Grid.' Darkonda, Deviot- present yourselves."
Emerging next to Emperor Ransik, the two strangers stood in silence, gazing at their new allies. Darkonda, the horned bounty hunter demon to Ransik's right, carried a long sword, fantastically defined my muscles in the torso, his face a metallic blue, smiled as deviously as Zedd was commanding. Deviot, to Ransik's left, was a metallic life form whose garb symbolized Earth's Renaissance.
"They were given their orders in the Delta Grid to combine their technologies to build for us an army of unimaginable potential. I present to the Monarch Dominion the future...the Psycho Slayers!"
One by one, they came. Each of them glaring in black metallic. Monarchs all around were on the edge of their seats, for soon there was no room left on the stage. It was a stage full of Rangers.
"Each Slayer initially begins as a blank drone who is assigned a Ranger counterpart. Their purpose is to not only defeat their Ranger, but genetically merge with them, creating a new life form with the Ranger mind unconscious. My two men have made this technology possible and have even assimilated enough beings from the Delta Grid to serve as a foundation for the Monarch Dominion. Feast your eyes on the future of our universe! We have developed enough Slayers to assimilate all of the Time Force Armada two times over! Time Force will be a blessed suppressed memory, for the Age of Monarchy has now begun! And now, I'm pleased to announce the return of one of our fallen Monarchs. I'm now pleased to welcome back...Scorpius!"
A hissing energy field crackles by Zedd, snapping with power. The field, red in nature, varied with thin and thick energy streams, all of which turned thick once reaching the ceiling of the room. Scorpius then materialized within the energy, bloody tentacles whipped out from all sides.
"His bodily form restored from a piece of his dead tentacle left behind by the Quasar Rangers years ago, Scorpius was granted a recharged life force and an evolved structure..."
Emperor Zedd, always enjoying a few moments of suspense, allowed the presence of Scorpius to stir the audience even more. Unagi spoke again before Zedd could have the chance.
"A gateway to a universe outside the Morphin Grids has finally shown itself. It is our tool we must utilize while it remains open to the Roarke Realm, a realm of simpleton life forms not worth the life granted to them. It is they who you must bring back as my slaves to the Dominion. Though some among you may have your doubts, know that your efforts go not unrewarded. When this mission succeeds, all of your armies will increase ten times. The Armada will become obsolete, and the Age of Monarchy shall commence."
"It is time, my allies," cheered Zedd, "to ready yourselves for the beginnings of our ultimate victory. Diabolico, Ranisk- gather your armies. Unagi's will be done!"
The entire conference room began shaking madly, Zedd standing on stage cackling maniacally as the other Monarchs scattered and hurried to leave Serpentara via Unagi's next instruction.
From their view, the madly massive size of Serpentara flying towards Unagi's energy prison was a deafening sight. Ships began descending from the Zord and flying in the opposite direction, one of them clearly of the Machine Empire.
Its joints screeching with every movement, its mouth emitting a piercing roar, and its body slithering through the emptiness of space, nothing stopped Serpentara.
My God...I'm too late. It's too late for the life on the other side of that portal...their lives...I won't allow the nightmares here to elsewhere. My life for theirs...if that's what it comes to.
Andros raised the hood of his cloak back over his head, steering his Cyber Slider back to the dormant wreckage of Mega V1. "Chancellor Drake, come in...get your forces ready, now."
Gatherings
Scene Five
The Revolution Revealed
"Fellow Monarchs, the time has come to attend to more serious matters," spoke Zedd, his gravely distorted voice taking command of the conference. "I'm, of course, talking about the very future...of our kind, and the survival of our Dark Spector's memory and spirit." For a moment, he took the time to gaze proudly at the flags which hung about, comprehending the specific meaning of each insignia. "You have all been brought here tonight to be commemorated for your individual achievements. Tonight, three among us will be hand-picked by the Grand Monarch himself to partake in developing a core backbone to the Monarch Dominion. And those three will carry on their shoulders the weight of proving themselves, once and for all, their worthiness to our league."
The Emperor now purposely paused long enough for quiet commotion to stir among his comrades. Again, he took command.
"To those who are chosen within the next few moments, your invasion force will be henceforth known as the Revolution. Because that is your mission- to revolutionize our forces, so that we may once and for all crush the imbecilic subclass who dare to counter our existence, the Time Force Armada. Fellow Monarchs...I present to you, the absolute, Unagi Garenth!"
On Zedd's mark, Piranhatron foot soldiers behind him took sledgehammers and smashed the wall behind the stage, revealed to be a stained glass covering that cloaked a large window to outer space. In that window was a perfect viewing of Unagi's energy prison. The Grand Monarch's voice took immediate telepathic presence towards the stunned crowds.
When Unagi spoke, his voice carried echoes both deep and deeper pitches. His prison, sparkling of transparent blue and green tentacles, took the conference audience by surprise. Few had ever seen such a presence.
"Loyal subjects of the Monarch Dominion," spoke Unagi, Zedd bowed before him on one knee, "...our time of supremacy casts upon us. Three of our own have suffered the ultimate fate at the hands of Rangers- Scorpius, Mutiny, and Trakeena. Their demise must be your fuel, because their fate is yours if the Armada is allowed to grow.
"I present to you the first who will partake in the Revolution. His Monarch status was declared only hours ago and will be known henceforth known as Emperor Ransik- the newest member of the Monarch Dominion.
His black boots stepping on stage and further crunching the broken shards of glass, a human being emerged. The exposed skin on his arms was wrinkled and horrendously disfigured, nothing compared to his face, however. A metal mask shielded the left side of his face, revealing only traces of scars which lay hidden underneath. He carried with him a silver-bladed Machete. Outraged Monarchs kept their tongues sealed. Unagi continued.
"Second, King Diabolico- you will take your demon armies into this mission, and sacrifice all of them if necessary to your cause."
The warrior Diabolico stood from his chair and bowed before his master, remaining there.
"Commanding the Revolution finally will be the duties of Emperor Zedd. Zedd, reveal to your allies your secret."
He raised up to his feet to face his curious comrades.
"Centuries ago, I found that I possessed a very unique connection to the structure of our universe, the Morphin Grid. It was unique in which I was able to breach its borders and discover two other Morphin Grids, both with their own timeline of Rangers and Monarchs." Commotion immediately formulated, but Zedd would have no part of it. "To that end, I was able to communicate with two life forms in what our Master calls the 'Delta Morphin Grid.' Darkonda, Deviot- present yourselves."
Emerging next to Emperor Ransik, the two strangers stood in silence, gazing at their new allies. Darkonda, the horned bounty hunter demon to Ransik's right, carried a long sword, fantastically defined my muscles in the torso, his face a metallic blue, smiled as deviously as Zedd was commanding. Deviot, to Ransik's left, was a metallic life form whose garb symbolized Earth's Renaissance.
"They were given their orders in the Delta Grid to combine their technologies to build for us an army of unimaginable potential. I present to the Monarch Dominion the future...the Psycho Slayers!"
One by one, they came. Each of them glaring in black metallic. Monarchs all around were on the edge of their seats, for soon there was no room left on the stage. It was a stage full of Rangers.
"Each Slayer initially begins as a blank drone who is assigned a Ranger counterpart. Their purpose is to not only defeat their Ranger, but genetically merge with them, creating a new life form with the Ranger mind unconscious. My two men have made this technology possible and have even assimilated enough beings from the Delta Grid to serve as a foundation for the Monarch Dominion. Feast your eyes on the future of our universe! We have developed enough Slayers to assimilate all of the Time Force Armada two times over! Time Force will be a blessed suppressed memory, for the Age of Monarchy has now begun! And now, I'm pleased to announce the return of one of our fallen Monarchs. I'm now pleased to welcome back...Scorpius!"
A hissing energy field crackles by Zedd, snapping with power. The field, red in nature, varied with thin and thick energy streams, all of which turned thick once reaching the ceiling of the room. Scorpius then materialized within the energy, bloody tentacles whipped out from all sides.
"His bodily form restored from a piece of his dead tentacle left behind by the Quasar Rangers years ago, Scorpius was granted a recharged life force and an evolved structure..."
Emperor Zedd, always enjoying a few moments of suspense, allowed the presence of Scorpius to stir the audience even more. Unagi spoke again before Zedd could have the chance.
"A gateway to a universe outside the Morphin Grids has finally shown itself. It is our tool we must utilize while it remains open to the Roarke Realm, a realm of simpleton life forms not worth the life granted to them. It is they who you must bring back as my slaves to the Dominion. Though some among you may have your doubts, know that your efforts go not unrewarded. When this mission succeeds, all of your armies will increase ten times. The Armada will become obsolete, and the Age of Monarchy shall commence."
"It is time, my allies," cheered Zedd, "to ready yourselves for the beginnings of our ultimate victory. Diabolico, Ranisk- gather your armies. Unagi's will be done!"
The entire conference room began shaking madly, Zedd standing on stage cackling maniacally as the other Monarchs scattered and hurried to leave Serpentara via Unagi's next instruction.
From their view, the madly massive size of Serpentara flying towards Unagi's energy prison was a deafening sight. Ships began descending from the Zord and flying in the opposite direction, one of them clearly of the Machine Empire.
Its joints screeching with every movement, its mouth emitting a piercing roar, and its body slithering through the emptiness of space, nothing stopped Serpentara.
My God...I'm too late. It's too late for the life on the other side of that portal...their lives...I won't allow the nightmares here to elsewhere. My life for theirs...if that's what it comes to.
Andros raised the hood of his cloak back over his head, steering his Cyber Slider back to the dormant wreckage of Mega V1. "Chancellor Drake, come in...get your forces ready, now."