Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this fic, save for Kantyan and Cerona. This is the start of a project I've had in my head for a while, and is loosely based on a few stories I read a long time ago. Loosely enough based, however, that they can't be considered direct rip offs. The ideas presented in this story may offended some, and I'm sorry if they do. But if you like controversy, read on. Actually, the controversy won't come for a while. But if you want to set it up, read on. JAV 2004
Triforian Dynasty
by: James Austin Valiant
An eerie glow set as the snow white sun of Triforia set on the distant horizon. A young humanoid figure was braced, his dark silhouette contrasting sharply to the brilliant sunset. His katana shimmered with a supernatural glow, that seemed to radiate and almost form a glow around the figure itself. He swung at the air, as if an invisible opponent had manifested itself in front of him and challenged.
The planet of Triforia hung in space as a yellow-green marble, populated by a few desolate yellow sanded deserts and mostly overabundant metropolises. An ecosystem which supported little plant life, the green of the land was due to the microscopic bacterium that populated beneath the soil and released oxygen into the atmosphere. Far from being harmful, these bacterium actually helped Triforians go about their day to day lives, as not only did the bacterium release oxygen into the air, but they were also useful as a source of food and traded as a leisurely smoking agent.
But none of this factored into the young humanoid's head, as he practiced what most Terrans would refer to as a kata. The sword seemed to cut through the air, and made slight whistling sounds as the increasing speed of his attacks seemed to come with more fury and much more ambition than the young man had shown previously. Sweat poured down his blue skin, and he did his best to ignore the fatigue that was coming on. Surely enough, the fatigue that was about to challenge him was nothing more than the hatred he had.
No. Not hatred. Contempt. Dislike. Hatred will only serve to distract me. He thought as he paused a brief moment, then perfected a back flip spin and cut a burnt umber rock into two pieces as he came down hard with his katana. Ah ha…sharp enough to cut through staronsone, then it's sharp enough to shave the electrons off of an atom.
Soft steps echoed as a feminine form came from the dark cave behind him. The Triforian moon, Dolos, was rising the night sky and for some reason or another, cast a pale red glow that illuminated the right side of her face. A growing concern echoed through the night air as she opened her mouth, but did not speak. His form, moving as fluidly as a piece of classical music, was breathtaking and astounding to be hold. It wasn't much of a surprise; he had been trained not only as royalty, but also as a warrior. The two went hand in hand.
"Kantyan?" She spoke, finally.
He dropped his katana in surprise. "Cerona? What are you doing up here? Why aren't you asleep like everyone else?"
She sighed. "I couldn't sleep." She sat down on a nearby, knee-high boulder. "I don't want you to go. What if you don't come back? What would happen to our people? What would happen to us?"
Kantyan swallowed hard, and ran his hand over his bald head as he sat down next to her. "Well, Cerona, as much as I want to stay, you know I can't. This is too important for our people and our cause. We finally have to resources to bring to people who are going to be able to help us. I can't throw this away." He was referring to the teleporter which the Underdwellers had acquired from an abandoned Kerovan military base.
"I know, but Kan, I want to see you ascend to the throne." She sighed. "I want to be with you, and you being away, it's not something I need. Or our people need. We need you here."
He shut his eyes, because he knew if he kept them open, he might cry. "Listen, Cer," the Crown Prince was trying to choose his words carefully. He had to halt suddenly, before he could pick it back up again.
"Cerona, you know I love you. And I love our people. The only reason I'm leaving is because I do care about our welfare. There have been grave injustices plaguing our people since the day Triforia was created. I have to correct them, Cer. We have to take back what's rightfully ours."
Cerona, the betrothed of Prince Kantyan, could say nothing in retort. When the Prince made an argument for his cause, he tended to be very persuasive. As a matter of fact, she couldn't seem to remember why she had even attempted to sway him otherwise. There was no chance he'd see it her way. Not knowing what else to do, she kissed his cheek and fell into his arms.
"Whatever happens, my darling Prince, you'll always have my heart."
As he stroked her hair in the glow of the Triforian moon, the warrior prince reveled in it all, realizing it may be his last peaceful moment for a long, long time. Content washed over him like a rushing waterfall, and his love for Cerona felt as strong as thousand Rangers.
"You'll always possess mine, my love."
"Ki-yah!"
Adam Park's left leg shot up in the air, then returned to it's normal standing position on the ground. He was reviewing, slowly and carefully, his maneuvers for the upcoming Lin Kuei Karate Tournament. Sensei Zeu Ubso, who was world-renowned for his inventive combination moves and inspiring kata repetitions, would be in attendance at his tournament, and Adam had hoped to make an impression on the master, and perhaps be accepted to the Lin Kuei Institute for Karate come next fall.
His girlfriend, Tanya Sloan, was half watching Adam, half reading The Bonfire of the Vanities for her Advanced Lit class. She wasn't understanding the book at all, and wished Billy would help her out a little bit. The thing was, when it came to literature and the arts, you'd be better off handing Billy and a baseball bat and telling him to lead the Cubs to a World Series. He just had no clue at all, since his brain was designed for logical and mathematical type problem solving. She turned her gaze from Adam back to her book.
I wish something interesting would happen already…
A blur of gray and gold signified the arrival of Cogs.
…I meant it my book!
"Uh oh, bucket heads, big time!" Adam spat, getting into a fighting stance for the impending battle.
"Don't worry, help is here!"
Before Adam could land one punch, a being clad in black and gold flew threw the air. He wore golden chest armor, similar to the one the Green Dragon Ranger had once donned, and bore a Golden Power Staff. His manner seemed to be quiet and mysterious, but his fighting style was not. Before Adam and Tanya had time to blink twice, the Gold Ranger had vanquished half of the Cogs and sent the other half running back to Mondo with their spark plugs between their legs.
Tanya stepped forward. "Thank you, Gold Ranger. It's great to have the help."
The mysterious stranger instead turned to Adam. "I'm sorry for intruding on your battle, young Ranger, but the fact was I couldn't stand by and watch you take this one alone and unmorphed."
"I would've had Tanya's assistance."
"Right. I'm terribly sorry if I've offende..d…ed…" Suddenly, the Gold Ranger fell to the ground, flashing differing shades of green and red, until finally, his costume disappeared, but he held onto his power staff.
"Gold Ranger!" They shouted unanimously, and almost in sync, and rushed to his side.
"Help me…Range..rs…" His voice was unclear and shallow, as if it could barely be heard.
"We better get him to Zordon, right away." said the Green Zeo Ranger, his voice laden with more concern than there are clams in a chowder.
"I second that one." agreed the Yellow Zeo Ranger, and quickly said into her communicator, "Beam us up, Alpha." The trio disappeared into molecular streams of green, yellow and gold.