"Oo…kay," said Shawn, "this is getting way too freaky for my liking. I'm so out of here."
He began to run away, when some Hellions circled around him.
"Oh no. Oh, uh, lion? Lion! LION. LION!"
Steve recovered from his morph, and answered The Ranger's call to summon the gorgan from inside himself.
"Well, beats getting eaten. Rocky, you better back off, I don't wanna turn you to stone or anything."
Steve took a deep breath.
"…okay…GORGAN!"
Shawn was lifted up into the air. A lion went into him. He fell to the ground. He had turned into a Power Ranger.
OH just so you know, Gorgan turns people into stone. When in stone he can do numbers of things, from blowing you up to start spreading the stone power. Now the Scorpion can petrify some one, they won't turn to stone but they can't move. Just so people will know and they won't get confused.
Steve turned to complete stone. As the stone broke he turned into the Blue Ranger.
Steve looked at his white-gloved hands, and then down at his body, which was covered in some kind of blue stretchy material. He tried to feel his head, but was stopped by some kind of round helmet. He could feel some kind of stylized face on the front, and moulded snakes on the side and back.
"I feel icky... and where did my pants go?"
A hell dog lunged at him.
"SHIT!"
With no time to dodge or run, Steve can only cover his head with his hands, catching the monster's eye in one terrible moment before clenching them shut. For several horrible seconds, nothing happened, and he risked a second look to find himself staring at a perfectly accurate statue of a hell dog.
"Of course...Gorgon!"
He reached out to tap it on the nose and it crumbled into a cloud of dust.
"Sweet!"
A hell dog came from behind and knocked him down. All of the hell dogs gathered around him.
"This is incredible." Said Shawn. "I feel so...powerful."
A Hellion lumged at him and bit into his arm. Instinctively he reached for his axe, and cut the Hellion across the head with it, killing it. He looked taken aback at what he just did. More came encircling him.
"Oh boy, I can't take them all down like this. If that guys daggers could do that other cool stuff, maybe my axe can too. Think."
As if he knew, though he didn't, he sliced the axe through the air, though instead of the sound of whipping air, a loud roaring sound came and suddenly all the hellions flew back and some tree branches broke.
"I see, this creates some sort of sonic blasts, but it seems I'm immune to it, as are these other ... Power Rangers, since they didn't seem affected it at all."
With the Hellions that were attacking him temporarily down, he looked at his wound. For some reason, he felt compelled to place the blade of his axe on it. As he did, he saw his wound instantly heal.
"Amazing, it has healing properties too. Who knows what else it might be able to do..."
But he didn't continue thinking, because the hellions got back up. With a skill he didn't know he had he killed the rest of hellions with his axe. It seemed he and the guy with the daggers had finished off most of them, unless there were more lurking around somewhere.
"…come the hell on!" screamed Steve.
He desperately patted what he hoped were pockets.
"Weapons, weapons, weapons...aha!"
A handgun and a short sword were holstered around his waist. He tossed the gun to Rocky and gripped the sword.
"Rocky, unless you have a lightsaber or something on you, you'd better get the hell out of here and let me handle this!"
The voice, The Ranger, spoke inside Steve's head again,
"You're the Gorgan. Use your powers. Focus. Spread the stone."
"HELLO?" he said, pointing at Rocky. "Innocent, non-evil bystander here! We don't want them turning to stone!"
"The Hell Dogs. They will kill you and your friend. Turn them into stone."
"And what do you think will happen to my friend if I unleash an area-affect petrification? Sheesh..."
"He will be protected. For...he has the mark of a Ranger."
"Uh, hold up." Said Rocky Wrench examining the gun he was thrown. "Hmm. What do these controls do?…"
SKA-BLAAAAAAAAAAM! He flew up in a large explosion…and…landed, different now.
"Damn. What's wit' the red leotards? They're a nice statement."
The Crazy-Ass Dogs started to attack him.
"Uh-oh."
He jumped.
"Whoa! I did'nt know I could jump this high! Yo, Stevie, check this out! These weird ballet outfits made me stronger!"
"Ok," said Shawn, "I am not standing around here to see freaking Abbot and Castello over there be eaten by these hell dogs."
He hit the ground with his axe which caused an earthquake and knocked the remaining Hellions down.
"Now, can you two do something, like, today?"
"Aiight," said Rocky, "aiight. Don't have a cow. Let's see what kinna gizmos this thing packs."
He grabbed his might…wrench.
"I'm disappointed."
The disembodied voice spoke to Rocky again.
"Concentrate, Rock. Focus your energy into the wrench and press the button."
"Okay," said Rocky, "ma'am."
A heat laser emitted from the wrench, vaporizing a few charging dogs.
"…that was cold as hell! Aw, snap! I gotta do that again!"
"Oh…" said Steve in response to his friend's feats, "well, that makes things easier."
Steven put one hand to his chest, extended the other out behind him, touched his knee with the soul of his foot and spun on himself, the red eyes of his helmet becoming a glowing band of death, turning all the monsters into stone.
"So, you're like...the leader or something?"
Rocky passed out, but before he reached full unconsciousness, said,
"This…this ain't natural. Not at ALL."
"Oh for Christ's sake…" said Shawn.
Without even being sure what he was doing, Shawn held his axe over Rocky. Instantly he woke up.
"Hey," sputtered Rocky, "man. What'chu wake me up for? I was having a nice nap. Had a weird dream. I was wearing a red ballet outfit and jumped like Michael Jordan."
"So wish this was a dream," said Shawn, "and next time I'm going to leave you for dead if you give me attitude like that. And incase you didn't notice, I think your friend over there could use some help."
"Oh snap…" said Steve looking at Rocky. "MEDIC!"
Anthony had gotten rid of the Hellions attacking him, and, responding to the voice in his head saying that he need not know all of the answers right now, said,
"I wonder if there is anyone else experiencing this?"
And he walked away.
"Who," said Steve to Shawn talking about some friend needing help, "over where?"
"I thought we were done," said Rocky. "here. You see anything, Steve? Or should I refer to you in a better tone, Superman? Damn. What did you do and how did you do it?"
"It's the suits, man. It's some fancy robot exoskeleton or something."
Suddenly, The Ranger appeared in front of them.
"Since you're all here I might as well tell you now. I am Guardian Sigma. Guardians are the people who protect y'all. We watch over you and to make sure everything is great. All of you were chosen to be Power Rangers for a reason. A reason I cannot tell. You will lerarn that yourselves. But right now, your lives are going to connect. All of you are going to work as team mates. Thats all I can say right now. But I do advise you to get together everyday to train, because you never know when we might throw a monster at you."
"I think I heard a noise," said Anthony.
He ran to the sound of the noise.
"I thought I would just have a normal day, I was wrong."
"Monsters?" said Rocky. "You mean there are MORE?"
He passed out again.
Steve kicked Rocky.
"Dude, if you haven't been paying attention, we've got like robotic ninja suits now! It's like a video game, only with less killing."
"Alright." Said Rocky. "I'll stop with the dramatics. Say, you two wanna go somewhere safe and try these suckas out? If I could do that with a wrench, and you could do THAT with a pirouette, there's gotta be more to this. 'Sides, that Sigma brother told us to go train."
Anthony reached the area.
"Ok, who are you people?"
"Oh, hiya. I'm Steve, this is Rocky, that's Guardian Sigma, and I don't know that guys name. We're Power Rangers, or something."
"Well," said Anthony, "I presume you are the voice, Guardian Sigma, and apparently, I am one of the power rangers also, am I sigma?"
"You already have used your power right if I'm not mistaken?" said Sigma.
"Wait," said Steve, "did you all get a flashback of a bunch of other guys dressed up like us? Aren't there usually five guys?"
"Hey," said Shawn to Anthony, "you're that guy I saw before! You mean, you're not with these guys? I really want to know what's going on. Am I the only one hearing this voice, by the way?"
"No," said Anthony, "Shawn, I heard the voice, and we all did also I believe. I think we were brought together to combat something. I think I saw you also."
"Wait," said Shawn, "you said my name? That voice. You go to my high school don't you. Aren't you Anthony something? And these other two, I saw them before they morphed. Don't you go to my school as well."
"Hey," said Anthony, "I recognize you! I know, you are Shawn, and you are right, the other two also go to our school, I guess there are only four of us here, and if what that guy says is true, there is one more on the way."
"Yeah-" said Rocky. "Yeah! I know you! You threw that water balloon at me! But I'll let it go for now. We should go test these suits."
"I'm game," said Steve. "I always wanted to become a sculptor..."
"Come on," sighed Rocky, "We gotta (I can't believe I'm saying this), as my father would say, 'Put some 'imp in our 'stimp and get outta here!'"
"Don't be too hasty," said Anthony.
"...your father says that kind of stuff regularly?" asked Steve to Rocky.