Power Rangers: Rebel Spirit

by ChildhoodHero

In the year 2046 Baliens have invaded and taken over the Earth. Only 5 normal teenagers with extraordinary rebel spirits can harness the powers necessary to combat the Balien threat. But will it be enough this time? Please read and review!

1. Prelude

For millennia, the forces of evil have relentlessly tried to invade the earth and dominate the galaxy in grand assaults that attempt to destroy the forces of good with a single stroke. But as far back as anyone can remember, well at least from what they knew of the situation, there were always champions of pure goodness present to combat the forces of darkness whenever they should arrive. Most people called them heroes, some called them saviours, but all knew them as the Power Rangers in some way, shape, or form.

The Rangers created a common thread throughout history, always being present when danger should arrive, or certain peril should threaten the Earth. Even the most skeptical could not argue that the Rangers hadn't saved the Earth a time or two. No one ever knew how the Rangers did what they did, or from what source they drew their powers. And frankly, no one really cared, so long as their beloved city was around to see another day. Sadly, this was not the case this time around.

There had been no Rangers to stop the invasion that came in the year 2046. The invaders, beast-like aliens aptly named Baliens that used technology far more advanced than even what the Rangers would have had at their disposal arrived on Earth and enslaved the entire populace within hours. The governments of the world hadn't even had enough time to call each other, let alone mount a united resistance against their oppressors. The only reason the general populace knew of the destruction was because no matter where one looked, whether it was out the window or on one of the last TV reports to be aired, they saw their beloved homes, cities, and countries, being destroyed by Balien fighters from the air and on foot, obliterating everything with extreme efficiency. The few rebels that weren't captured by the Balien slave camps and still mounting a resistance had it recorded that the invasion began at around 2 p.m. one afternoon and was done by 6 that same night. It had taken an entire four hours to erase everything the humans had ever created; everything they had ever stood for.

The humans now living in captive slavery wondered regularly as to why no Rangers had swept down and stopped the mindless destruction; or at least they did until they realized that even mentioning the words "power" and/or "ranger", whether they were used in sequence or alone in separate contexts, earned them a week working at the stockade farming rocks with handpicks. Most humans that went to the stockade never returned; and typically that's how the Baliens liked things to operate. But there was one human who always returned, no matter how many weeks he was on stock, as the Baliens commonly said, or how much food was denied him. This human, a slave of 18 years of age, was the hero of the stock, the camp, and most likely the planet. Of course, he just didn't know it yet.

His name was whispered at night in the darkest corners of the slave housing, that he was unbreakable, that he was their saviour, one who could not be destroyed by the Baliens. One with a spirit of solid stone that no Balien handpick could break. This human's name had been Derek Stone once; a long time ago. His name had been Derek Stone when he had been a student at Backwater High School. Now the Baliens just called him "Stock" because of his frequent visits to the stockade death pit. His friends however called him Stone, not because it had once been his surname, but because it was easier to believe he was made of stone and that was why his dream of freedom never wavered even when the Baliens beat him within inches of death and why he always returned from the stockade with a greater resolve than when he left.

Stone, however, was also remembered because he was the only person who had successfully been rescued from a Balien slave camp and lived to tell the tale. Moreover, Stone had come back to the slave camp alone and swore to rescue all the other slaves and had eluded the Balien's grasp again, increasing the status of his legend. But what most slaves remembered is that Stone had morphed into a suited figure in a flash of light before he escaped a second time. This, my friends, is where our tale begins. But first, you should understand where this power Stone had came from. It began much on a night like this, with two rebels running to what most believed was their doom; but what was in truth their spark of hope.