Power Rangers: Galactic Onslaught
Chapter 1
The turbo rangers were gone and Earth was left defenseless. Due to sporadic visits by the Astro rangers, the real evil invading Earth remained cloaked as it infiltrated various organizations. By the time anyone noticed what was going on, it was already late.
1998
Headquarters of EAGLE (Earth Guard League)
The Hellcarrier
Above the Pacific Ocean
Explosions rocked the entire craft as it hovered over the ocean. EAGLE had existed ever since World War 2, a secret espionage organization answering directly to the United Nations, dealing with paranormal or potentially world altering threats. It's headquarters was a mobile flying aircraft carrier, the Hellcarrier.
"Fire at will!" Colonel Mason Truman commanded, as his team cornered the shapeshifter, who had masqueraded as one of their agents for weeks.
The bullets passed straight through his body and hit the wall behind. The purple skinned creature smirked.
"A sludgepuppy!" the colonel realized, recognizing the alien species. Before assuming command over EAGLE, he'd worked in close conjunction with the planetary branch of Space Patrol Delta, or as they're more commonly known, the Plumbers.
"Hey, that's racist!" It mocked; feigning hurt. It's hands shapeshifted into large octopus like tentacles and slammed three of his agents against the wall, knocking them out.
Only two of them were left. The others were either knocked out or under some kind of mind control.
He tackled the monster to the floor with his energy tasers.
"Agent Sheers!" he shouted, firing at the monster with his blaster. "We can't stop him. Go get help!"
"But Colonel!" the other agent protested weakly, her voice shaking.
"Melanie, please." He said, seeing the monster stand up.
She nodded, running in the opposite direction towards the hangar, where the fighter jets were situated.
He charged at the monster, firing at him constantly till one of it's tentacles knocked the blaster out of his hands.
Mason grunted, taking out his gloves, revealing metallic knuckles.
With a yell, he slammed his fist against it's face. The punch created a shockwave, which threw both of them back.
Mason stood up. He couldn't see it anymore. For a second, he felt victorious, just before electricity coursed through his body. He fell down to his knees, gasping for breath.
"I didn't know you earthlings even had access to vibranium. Quite the shocker!" the monster smirked, reforming behind him.
"Enough with the bad puns." He snarled, standing up. "What are you?"
"Something far beyond your scope of understanding." It replied coldly.
Mason glared at him, aiming another quick punch at it. But unlike the first time, his fist went right through its face as if it were made of jelly. The next second, its skin solidified around his fist, sticking it in place. A tentacle slammed against him with enough force to make every part of him ache in pain. Adding to that, his body was thrown to one side while his wrist was stuck. With a snap, he felt his arm break. He couldn't feel his fingers anymore.
The purple gel detached from the monster and wrapped around his entire body, immobilizing him.
He fell to the floor with a thud. Just then, he heard the familiar rumble of a jet taking off. Despite the pain, he allowed himself to smile.
"So that brat got away. She won't be able to stop what's coming." It stated, bending over to look him in the eyes.
"You're wrong." He replied.
"Don't delude yourself, Colonel. Mere humans can never stop Ivan Ooze!"
These was the last words he heard before losing consciousness.
Desert of Despair
The Temple of Power
Ninjor was the last of his generation of the Morphin Masters. Along with his colleagues, he'd discovered all there was to know about the morphin grid, ushering in a golden age of peace and prosperity for the universe before they were betrayed by one of their own- the purple master, Navi Zeo, who sold their research to the forces of evil for his own anarchist experiments.
Desperate to stop him from corrupting the grid from within, the Morphin Masters helped a team of rangers to trap him within a hyper locked chamber and sealed him within the vaults of Eltar, ensuring he'd never be freed.
Soon after that, the other masters succumbed to their injuries and slipped into a deep coma, from which they still haven't recovered from, even after a million years. The Grid kept them alive, preventing them from dying in peace. The last of his kind, cursed with an elongated lifespan, he refused to be part of the eternal battle between good and evil anymore. He sealed himself in his temple until six rangers from Earth restored his faith in the universe. Since then, he had re-joined the war, doing recon operations, giving new power coins to those who needed it to save their homes and aiding them in battle occasionally.
Now, he was resting in his chambers, healing from his injuries in his battle against the Zodiac Empire, who had tried to invade the peaceful planet of Liaria.
Suddenly, for the first time in eons, he was unexpectedly demorphed, revealing his true form – a humanoid with brown skin, blue eyes and curly black hair.
His eyes shot open, as he touched his face. His body had reacted to a strong energy signature and terminated his morph and the only person with a strong connection to the grid as him could be a morphin master. He ran to an adjacent room and saw the healing pods still functional and no recorded change. All his friends were still comatose. That could only mean one thing… Ivan Ooze was back again!
He closed his eyes and tried to trace Ooze's location.
His eyes snapped open.
Earth needed to be warned. Without Zordon or Dimitria, the planet was left unmonitored and defenceless. He needed to leave for Earth and restore the powers of the former rangers.
He morphed back to his armour. He hated being without it as his youthful face was a constant reminder of the fact that he cannot age or die. He had no hope of socialising or starting a family again. He was forever doomed to be alone. The intimate connection he had forged with the Morphin Grid over the centuries made him immune to any disease and permanently halted his aging. All his friends and families had passed away due to old age. Then he found a new family with the other Morphin Masters but Ivan Ooze destroyed that too. Even the healing powers of the Zeo crystal wasn't enough to revive his colleagues. He was sentenced to eternal solitude. If he couldn't be one with the people of the universe, he'd rather be above them, as their protector, an illusive figure without a face, a legend, a myth … as Ninjor!
Cimmerian Planet
Dark spectre turned towards his generals, breathing fire from his mouth. Astronema jumped back barely avoiding getting burnt, Zedd swung his staff creating a forcefield around himself, Rita and Goldar, while Divatox giggled as the flames danced around her owing to her latest acquisition of cybernetic technology from the planet Bookala which made her immune to environmental extremes.
"You, fools! None of you detected Ooze was running around in Earth. If he destroys the planet-"
"It will make our jobs easier." Astronema smirked. "Let him destroy Earth. No more need to waste any monsters or quantrons."
"Silence. Your job is to subjugate Earth, not destroy it. The planet is a marvel, which we can no longer exploit if it is destroyed!"
"What do we do, your highness?" Divatox batted her eyelashes at him, ignoring the disgusted looks the others sent in her direction. "Have I told you-"
"That I remind you of your fiancé?" he glared at the pirate queen. "If memory serves, he's dead and you'll join him soon enough if you don't shut your trap!"
Divatox nodded meekly, stepping back, much to the amusement of the other females in the chamber, who suppressed their laughter.
"You don't suggest we attack Ooze?" Rita asked fearfully.
"No. We do nothing. Earth has an abundance of heroes and rangers who'll try to stop him. If they fail, we'll destroy Ooze. He is not just evil; he is pure chaos."
The jet crash-landed into the Pacific Ocean, near the San Francisco coast.
Melanie kicked the door open and jumped out the jet before it sank. She had forgotten the Hellcarrier's systems could control all of EAGLE's ships. In her haste to get away, she'd not thought of taking out the software hidden inside the jet. The monster had taken advantage of that, hacked the jet's computer systems and initiated self-destruct sequence. Thankfully she had already reached where she needed to be.
The jet exploded, creating a huge tidal wave, which took her with it and threw her on the shores of the terraformed island, headquarters of Promethea, a tech corporation specialising in alternate energy development.
She was instantly greeted by a strike team of armed soldiers, who parted to reveal an elderly woman in a green pantsuit walking towards her.
"Agent Sheers, is that you?" She asked, helping her up.
"Miss Sterling, EAGLE has been taken over by some kind of shapeshifter. He has all the access codes." Melanie said, coughing blood. "Promethea is our only hope."
The woman paled. Once again, Grace Sterling felt the burden of the entire planet upon her shoulders.