Saturday night in Turtle Cove was always a grand occasion, particularly in the Summer. Tonight was no exception. Numerous groups of friends laughed raucously as they moved between bars, while bouncers kept a wary eye out, as did the occasional police officer. Paradise, the largest bar in town, had already formed a queue of party-goers awaiting entry, which was more than respectable at the relatively early hour of 8:15PM.
Waiting in this queue was a short, stocky man wearing a black polo shirt unbuttoned at the neck, tight-fitting faded blue jeans adorned with a few fashionable rips and holes, and a pair of white trainers that looked like they had seen better days. He ran a hand through his unkempt light brown hair, feeling a bit bare without his usual beanie, as he stepped forward to the front of the queue.
Without being asked, he handed the bouncer his ID card, having seen the girl in front of him do so a few seconds prior. He watched as the bouncer inspected the card, and silently mouthed the name "Gabriel King", with a bored-looking expression. He waited patiently as the bouncer looked up at him to check for a matching face. After a couple of moments, the bouncer's eyes went wide.
Not because of the man's face, or his ID card, but because of what the bouncer just spotted behind him. At that same moment, the laughter that had filled the plaza turned into screams. Gabriel knew immediately what this meant, and he suddenly felt a coldness grip him.
Org.
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People fled in terror, scrambling to get as far away as possible from the monstrous creature wreaking havoc throughout the open space. The ground trembled as Drill Org used it's frighteningly powerful left arm to tear through stone, concrete, and steel, of any structure or outdoor furnishing within reach.
"HA HA HA! Destruction never felt this good!" roared the Org. Using it's right arm this time, which ended in a fierce looking clawed hand, it swept round in a wide arc, sending debris scattering across the plaza. Several pieces of debris hit the fleeing civilians, one even striking a man on the back of his head, knocking him to the ground. A small amount of blood began to leak into his messy light brown hair, and he struggled to get back on his feet.
No-one dared stand up to Drill Org. By now it was well known what these creatures were capable of. Even the local police knew this was well beyond them, and they had fled the scene along with everyone else. The lights in the plaza flickered on and off; the Org's disruption of the ground must have disturbed some power cables.
Drill Org was in its element, and looked for another target in its war on humanity. Its single eye settled upon the man who was struggling to stand back up, and, decision made, it began to advance.
Gabriel's vision swum in and out of focus as he tried desperately to haul himself to his feet. The fear of death began to rise in him as he felt the increasing tremors of what could only be the monster moving towards him. He renewed his efforts, and began to muster the strength to move. He took one step, then another, but then stumbled, and flopped hopelessly back on the floor.
This was it. 21 years of life, he didn't want it to end here. No, this wasn't right.
His legs still failing him out of concussion or pure fear, Gabriel King used his arms to turn himself round, and look straight at the huge creature now almost right in front of him.
"Better to look death in the face, rather than show it my back," he thought, as the Org reared back its drill arm, and thrust it straight at him.
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FLASH!
A shower of sparks blasted forth from the end of Drill Org's arm. Rather than ripping through flesh and bone, it was grinding against a small round shield held by a figure clad in a pink skin-tight bodysuit, with a helmet bearing markings and shaping that, after a good look, could be said to resemble an armadillo. This was the Pink Wild Force Ranger, and she had arrived just in time.
"Get OUT of my face!" exclaimed the pink warrior, giving a mighty shove back against the drill with her shield. Drill Org stumbled back a few paces, taken aback by the intrusion.
FLASH! FLASH!
Drill Org turned around barely in time to parry two strikes aimed at its head, one from a heavy black mace with golden spikes, and one from a long white spear with a silver head. The weapon's wielders, their surprise attack having failed, flipped over the Org to land beside their comrade. The Pink Ranger nodded to her Gold and Silver friends, before gesturing in exasperation.
"Look what he did to my shield! It's ruined!" Sure enough, the small shield looked almost completely mangled.
"Wow, that drill's no joke! Don't worry, I'm sure we can get it fixed for you," said a low male voice from the Gold Ranger's helmet. "Now to take the Org for a spin!" The startlingly tall ranger stepped forward, held his mace out before him with both hands, and began to rotate on the spot, rapidly gaining more speed than should be possible, golden energy rising around him. "Raging Tornado!" he called, as he hurtled towards the Org with his signature move.
The Gold Ranger's attack slammed into Drill Org, or at least it would have done if the Org had not launched itself to the side, in a move more agile than a creature its size should be capable of. The Org was not out of danger yet it seemed, as a female voice called out "Icicle Spear!", after which the Silver Ranger's spear shot through the air and pierced its right shoulder, instantly sending a layer of ice down through its claw arm, seizing its movements. Drill Org roared in pain.
"Gotcha," the Silver Ranger murmured with a quiet confidence. At that moment, Drill Org turned to look at her, and fired an intense orange laser beam out of its eye. She barely had a chance to say "Oh sh.." before the beam caught her square in the chest, sending her hurtling backwards into a wall at the far side of the plaza. The Gold Ranger, his attack ending, quickly went on the defensive as Drill Org began to fire shrapnel at him out of its rotating drill arm.
"How many moves does this guy have?" he complained, doing as much as he could to bat away the sharp pieces of metal with a small crystalline dagger drawn from a holster at his hip.
"Watch it!" cried the Pink Ranger, annoyed, as pieces of shrapnel ricocheted off the Gold Ranger's dagger and flung towards her. Her shield, though badly damaged, was enough to defend both herself and the civilian behind her. "Where's our glorious team leader anyway?"
FLASH!
"Miss me?" A green figure materialized in the air above Drill Org, giant two-handed hammer in hand, and brought it crashing down onto the Org's rotating drill arm. The forceful hammer blow sent the arm crashing into the ground, and stopped its rotation. The Green Ranger spun back through the air from the recoil of his attack, landed perfectly on his feet next to the Gold Ranger, and then brushed a piece of shrapnel off the taller man's shoulder.
"Usually, I'd come up with something good, but honestly, yes," admitted the Gold Ranger. "For once I'm actually happy you showed up."
"I'm flattered," he replied, giving a low mocking bow. "And where is our charming Silver Ranger? ...Ah, there she is!"
The silver colored warrior limped her way back over to the group, as Drill Org struggled to free its disabled drill from the concrete it had become embedded in. "Let's finish th.." she started, but she was interrupted by a sharp twinge in her mind. She knew this feeling. Looking at the other rangers, they each silently acknowledged that they had felt it too. The crystals that each of them held within their side-holstered daggers began to glow. The green gorilla, pink armadillo, gold bear, and silver bear figures inside each shone brightly. The rangers followed the pull within their minds, and one by one turned to look at the civilian, who until a few moments ago had been on the ground behind the Pink Ranger, and was now staggering off towards an alley at an impressive speed considering his injuries.
An air of seriousness now surrounded the rangers. "Louise, go after him," commanded the Green Ranger. The Pink Ranger obeyed, and ran off after him. The remaining rangers turned back to the Org, who had at last managed to extricate its drill from the concrete, as well as somehow pull the spear out of its shoulder. They took up fighting stances, before charging back into combat.
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Within a high-tech facility, despite being past the end of the usual working day, there was plenty of activity. The central command area was not fully staffed, but nonetheless was far from a skeleton crew.
A woman with long dark red hair pulled into ponytail sat in front of a console, operating several computer terminals at once. "Things are escalating over there," reported the duty officer, her sharp eyes flitting between numerous monitors and live news feeds showing the crisis unfolding at Turtle Cove. "People are getting hurt, and you know how messy things always turn out with 'them' on the scene." She felt a firm reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"I know. I've already dispatched B-Squad," said the gruff voice of Anubis Cruger, Commander of the Earth Branch of S.P.D., Space Patrol Delta.
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A/N - Phew, I wrote a chapter! I've been wanting to write a PR fanfic for a long time, finally got around to doing it. The concept of this one is of two teams coexisting at the same time, whose goals and priorities don't necessarily align, which I think will give rise to some interesting conflicts! To anyone who made it this far, thank you, I hope you enjoyed it! I have exciting plans going forward, and I hope you will come with me on this journey. If anyone's concerned about the lack of canon characters, worry not, they will definitely be appearing very soon.