A/N: Now I know what you're thinking – another one? Aren't you gonna work on the ones you have? And I will! It's just ideas flow to my brain like bubbles to the top of soda. They cannot be stopped until they rise to the surface. So, without further ado, Kamen Rider Ranger!

Level 1: It's Henshin Time!

Once their parents heard they had heard their children had been accepted to Angel Grove University, they were over the moon! Jackson's culinary skills were nothing to write home about, but to go to school on a scholarship for it was still pretty impressive! And that's not to belittle Jillian! She was not nearly as driven, but when she put her mind to, say, free-running, Jillian's determination was unparalleled! Now, she had a sports scholarship, in Mixed Martial Arts no less! They never even knew she had any interest in it...

The pair's parents were so proud that they went out and got the pair their own bikes – a green Kawasaki Ninja 400, for Jack, and Jillian got a Yamaha YZF-R6 in blue. Yes, it was expensive, but their dad's boss was giving out bonuses, so might as well put it to good use! After a farewell dinner of the last home-cooked meal they were gonna have for a while, their essentials, a game system or two with laptop and clothes, sent ahead, they hit the road on their brand-new rides. Goodbye L.A., next stop – Angel Grove, CA, home of the Morph-X system!

It was a few hours of non-stop riding, save one bathroom break, but eventually – they made it! Angel Grove Univ., a city of teenagers within the City of Progress. As the pair parked their bikes, all around the campus was activity: teens just like them, running around to find dorms or old friends, while upperclassmen were casually strewn about, some laughing at the freshmen, but most were helping them with questions or lifting luggage and boxes.

"Wow," Jackson commented, as green eyes watched some upperclassmen doing a dance routine outside, while a second group was doing some sort of sparring practice. They jumped apart when yet three more teens came running through them, free-running over everything in front of them – parents and peers included! He brushed a hand through brown hair, trying to fix it from the helmet it formed under. "This place is... pretty lively."

"Try wild, Jack!" Jillian whooped, as she waved at the passing parkour partakers. "Alright, Jack – suck in the gut!"

"I don't have a gut," Jack complained, a smidgen self-conscious about the comment.

Jackson and Jillian "Jill" Oliver were as different as fraternal twins could be; every action Jackson made was careful and calculated, while Jill was a firework in human skin. That being said, the ability to almost always be in the middle of absurd incidents had labeled them "The Disaster Twins," made even more humorous when one of them always believed it was the other one's fault after all was said and done.

"This is our first time in a new place!" Jill barreled on, her electric blue eyes seeming to even spark in her excitement. "We need to make a good first impression! So, no noob talk! No stupid jokes!"

"Again, your department," Jackson once more pointed out.

"...and no tripping over yourself!" She finished, just as four people came out of nowhere and blew horns in their faces. Jill yelped and fell on her butt.

Jack helped Jill up, who immediately shot a glare as if daring him to say something. Wisely, he chose to address the group in front of him. "Morning. I'm Jackson Oliver. This is my sister, Jillian. And whom might you dickheads be?"

The blonde one, a cute petite blonde, smiled with a dash of strain. "Why, hello, freshmen! Allow us to-!"

The broadest of them, sporting a letterman's jacket, cut the girl off, by walking up to Jill and flashing a smile so bright, it could be seen from space! "Hey, there~ Name's Victor Vincent. Perfect teeth, impeccable abs." He even gestured to his features as he said them. "How would you like a tour around this fine campus with an even finer man?"

Jillian blinks at this introduction, then traded looks with Jack. After a second silence, they both say, "Nah."

Victor looked put off, but the small girl, clearly stronger than she looked, pulled the egotist back. "We've been over this, Victor! We introduce ourselves together! In order!"

Victor glared at the girl. "But that makes me last! You know I don't do last!"

The skinny kid with an afro nodded so vigorously, he had to adjust his glasses as he nodded. "Victor's right! He should never be last!"

The blonde fixed him with a withering glare. "Either he goes last, or he's torn apart first!" Both boys paled at that threat, while the third looked helplessly between the two groups. Victor and the scrawny kid relented, getting back into line. Flipping her hair, she looks back to Jack and Jill, absolutely puzzled as to what they were about to experience...

The blonde took out a pitch whistle, blew a short note before singing. "Cassidy~!"

The skinny boy continued the scales. "Monty~!"

The dull-eyed boy piped up... completely offkey. "Devin~!"

Despite his despondence, Victor sang as well... in a deep voice completely destroying the scale, while also showing off his no-range. "Vict~ooooooooooooor!"

The other three glared at him briefly as if this happened often, before breaking into song again. In broken four- (with Devin's singing, more like negative one) part harmony, they cried, "We are the AGU Altos~!"

"Are you guys some sort of welcoming party?" Jack said as he grabbed his sister's hoodie, preventing her from slipping away. "Or some traveling circus act?"

Three of them glare at the freshman's fake innocent grin, but Devin just laughed good-naturally. "Nah, man. My parents made me promise not to join the circus until after I get a degree in Photography. But I am working on a juggling act..."

Cassidy elbowed Devin aside. "As the unofficial welcome wagon of these hallowed halls, it is our duty that all freshmen receive a hearty song!" She took out her smartphone and hit a button. Music came out instantly, and the AGU Altos whipped out music sheets as they lined up to sing...

Welcome to AGU!

Such a perfect place!

But there are some rules

To shove in your face!

Be courteous

Stay in line

And we'll get along fine

AGU's a perfect place~

Don't throw trash on the grass

Shine your shoes, wipe your-

"STOP!" Cassidy cried before she snatched the music sheet from Devin. "This isn't what I wrote!"

"Of course not," Vincent chuckled, "I rewrote it! Now they're much better. You can thank me now." Cassidy showed how thankful she was by beating Vincent with the music sheets. Jack and Jill blinked at the scene of a small blonde beating a cringing jock, as his skinny friend tried to shield him, while Devin looked lost again. Only then did they die laughing.

"Haha! That was- Ha! - pretty funny, actually," Jack said between chortles.

"Oh, man! Was that from Shrek!? Love that movie!" Jill said, leaning on Jack as she laughed herself silly.

Cassidy turned on them, her cheery demeanor all but evaporated. "That was supposed to be enlightening and educational! Not funny!"

Before the two of them could decide to either run or goad further, a skinny guy with curly hair ran up to the group. "Hey! Huff... huff... Give me a moment... phew! I just ran all across campus looking for you! Jackson and Jillian Oliver, right?"

Jill groaned. "Another welcome wagon? Alright, fine, but those last four were a tough act to follow..." Jill took no small pleasure in the sound of Cassidy's short-circuiting with no one to strangle.

"Yeah, that's us," Jackson stepped forward, forcing Jill to catch herself and stand up again. "Who wants to know?"

The boy, who introduced himself as Ziggy, was a little intimidated by the serious air around Jackson and stepped back a bit. 'Sheesh! This guy's just a freshman!?' Out loud, he said, "I don't know why, so don't ask, but... Professor Cranston wants to speak to you. Told me to tell you to come immediately."


Ziggy led them to the Admin Building, but he only gave them directions to Prof. Cranston's office. Apparently, the man gave him the creeps; in his own words: he hates people, so it's really weird he called for two freshmen out of nowhere. Despite the poor directions, Jack and Jill finally found themselves outside of the Prof's office, tucked away in the darkest part of the building. "This must be it," Jill hummed. "Let's go in!"

Jack rolled his eyes. "Just be on your best behavior. We just got here, so try to..." His voice gave out as he tried to knock... and the door opened without being touched.

"Whoa, it's haunted!" Jill then pretended to be a zombie and pawed at her brother, who just pushed her away.

"Don't be silly," Jack chided. "It's just an... automatic door or something."

"Riiiiiight," Jill rolled her eyes now, as she followed after her brother.

As they entered the Prof's office, one thing was clear: his office space was way bigger than the other offices. Instead of a desk and some bookshelves, there were a bunch of workbenches everywhere, overflowing with junk like wires and scrap. There were shelves, but they were filled with parts and tools, with no sense of organization at all.

"Yo? Professor Cranston?" Jackson looked around the office as he entered, Jill crinkling her nose at the mess. "You, uh, called for us? Hello?" Jackson looked at the first table, inspecting the project on it. "What is this? A solar-powered R.C. car? Some kind of drone?"

"If you think that's weird..." Jack looked over to see Jill wearing the second table's project – a weird motorcycle helmet, that looked like a T-Rex's open mouth, with Jill's eyes peering out. "Rawr! I came for a good education... and tasty eggheads! Om nom nom!" She then proceeded to pretend to eat Jack's shadow.

"Jill! Take that off!" He yanked it off of her head (strange how it was able to hold her hair without a single strand sticking out) and put it back. In doing so, both siblings saw the last table: two empty round ports, about the size of dinner plates.

Jill scratched her ear. "What strange beds... who can sleep on something so flat?"

Jack looked at her. "Jill, those are clearly charging ports. You know, like some phone chargers."

Jill frowned at him. "No way! These things clearly look like cat beds, so that's what they are! Dumbass."

Jackson gnashed his teeth. "Dumbass? I don't want to hear that from you! Who's the smarter twin here!" Jill wasn't listening, as she teased him with a chant of 'dumbass,' as she danced around him. The merriment came to an abrupt end, when something on one of the shelves moved suddenly, knocking over some tools.

The two swiftly went back-to-back, Jillian in an actual fighting stance, while Jack held his hands out weirdly like he was a praying mantis. Their eyes scanned the workshop, on alert for anything else moving. There were a few scuttling noises like a well-fed rat was lurking in the shadows, but it still refused to show itself...

Suddenly, the office door opened... and in walked a giant pink monster. "Ah-ha! There you are..."

"HOLY SHIT!" The twins' in-tandem scream caught the fluffy creature off-guard... giving Jack enough time to chuck the strange helmet at its midsection. With its wind knocked out, the fluffball bent over, giving Jill enough chance to jump up to drop-kick it.

"Whoa!" The creature was able to dodge the kick, but not the tackle Jack leveled at him. The attack sent the both of them sprawled out in the hallway... and knocked his mask off!

Jill came over, pausing at the human male that was sprawled under her brother. "Huh?"

"Uhhhh..." The man groaned as he sat up. "You two must be Jackson and Jillian. Your... uncle didn't mention how... energetic you'd be." He got up and dusted off his costume. "Nice to meet you. I'm Professor Bill Cranston. Please, let's talk in my workshop." As the two entered after Cranston, he unzipped his outfit, to reveal he was wearing a blue turtleneck and stained jeans. "I apologize for clearly startling you. I was just thinking ahead for Halloween, but clearly, I need to think of a costume that will hurt less." He stretched to realign his spine.

Jack looked down; a bit ashamed. "I should be sorry, sir. If I knew..."

Jill, who was far less tactful, was laughing her ass off; Jack's elbowing hardly stopped her. "What!? I'm sorry for attacking him, but I will not apologize for his stupid furry butt getting knocked over! That was hilarious!"

Jackson frowned at his sister but chose to ignore her to speak to the only other adult in the room. "Is there a reason you called us when we just got here, sir?"

The man chuckled. "Please, no sirs here. Professor will do. As for why I called you..." He looked toward the door, almost like he was afraid someone would walk in. "I was wondering if you got your... welcome gifts all right."

"Our wha?" Jill questions.

Jackson's eyes widened. "You mean those weird buckles?"

"Oh, those!" Jill exclaimed as she pulled out her blue one. "Yeah, what are these things? Because while they look genuinely rad, I have no clue what they're for... or that bag of tokens they came with, either."

"Well..." Cranston looked hesitant to speak, but he seemed to nod at a thought and address the kids. "That is a long story..." He walks over to the red motorcycle helmet on the table... looking at it forlornly. "...and it begins with the end of my world."

"You might not believe it," Cranston started, "But I come from another dimension. In that place... the forces of good and evil were in a constant clash. Sorcerers, mutants, demons... even aliens from across space were obsessed with the annihilation of my Earth. Thankfully, there has always been a group to stop them... warriors of virtue, the best of their peers... teenagers with attitude." He chuckles morosely at that, for some reason. "We all had different subcategories: Lightspeed, Beast Morphers, Turbo... but above all... we were Power Rangers."

"Power...rangers..." Jill tried the words out. "Sounds like a Super Sentai team..."

"With poses, I'm betting." Jackson nodded at Jill's comment. "Sounds like a team of heroes to me."

Cranston just smiled faintly. "More like an army of heroes. Rangers came and went, but there was always someone to take up the mantle... You two are being surprisingly understanding about all of this..."

"So, are you, like, an alien?" Jill leaned on one of the tables. "Where are your extra eyes and fingers?"

Cranston just shook his head. "There's so much more to aliens than extra appendages... quite a few of them saved my life."

"Sooooo, tell us more!" Jill insisted. "Aliens, super teams – the whole sha-bang!"

Jackson nodded frowning to himself. "I want to hear more myself." Normally, he was skeptical enough for both him and Jill, but... something in his gut just... completely believed this. "You talk about your 'team' and world in the past tense... so, what happened?"

Cranston's eyes seemed to darken at the observation. He focused once more past the pair, and instead on the helmet. "The Dark Alliance happened. Several of the universe's biggest threats, sick of losing to 'children,' banded together to bring back an evil force so malevolent, he could..." Cranston seemed at a loss for words, but seemed to shake it off.

"What I mean is," he tried again, "The villains of my universe gathered all their forces, with the sole aim to wipe the Rangers off the face of the Universe forever. With this 'malevolence' behind them, they began winning... small skirmishes that began to resemble wars. A Ranger was lost every day... it was Hell."

"My god..." Jackson gasped.

"That's... a pretty big power-up for the bad guys..." Jill looked a little green at the thought. "Do you, like, need a hug? Because that is... just – wow, man."

Cranston shook his head. "It was years ago for me. It's still sad, but I... have coped with that reality." He walked over to the helmet, placing a hand on it. "The Red Power Ranger, what you might call a Field Commander, changed hands often in the final days... our last leader, one of the greatest Rangers I've ever fought with, planned a full-scale assault on the Alliance Stronghold.

"I tried to convince him it would only lead to our deaths... they were all so jaded and angry, I don't think any light – the Light – could even reach them anymore. He benched me, maybe because I was the only Ranger who would talk sense to him... or maybe he just didn't want to lose any more friends... In any case, when the dust settled, the Alliance was on its last legs... but their leader stood strong... and the last Rangers had finally fallen." Cranston's eyes were misty, but as Jackson and Jill realized, that was all it ever got. It was like blue steel was in his gaze, his very will holding back tears and pain.

Finally, he said, "I was only able to find this helmet, which took years to repair... and one other thing." He went over to a section of the wall, put a hand against it, and whispered something. A dumbwaiter-sized hole opened and the Professor pulled out a very familiar belt buckle, but in gold.

"Oh, it's like ours!" Jill chirped.

Jackson swallowed drily. "Is... is that the Red Ranger's?"

Cranston nodded. "His own creation – the Master Morpher. Could turn him into his former Ranger suits, all without loss of power or speed. I reverse-engineered it to make your devices, the Legacy Drivers."

Jill's eyes widened. "You mean wegettobesuperheroes! Badass!"

As she chattered away animatedly, Jack's mind was still processing the important parts of this news. "I don't understand. Why us? Do you have some sort of method to determine a Ranger candidate?"

Cranston looked to the side, almost shyly. "Not quite... it's more like... I had a strong feeling you would take to the roles easily. But you're not Rangers. This world does not seem to have the same guardians, even if many faces are the same. To that end, I will strive to make you stronger than any one Ranger could be – at least as strong as a single team. The choice is yours to put the Legacy Driver down on that table and walk out right now," the man spoke, strength growing in every word, "but if you stay, I will prepare you for the monsters that will come! I will make you sentinels against the horde. You will be... Kamen Riders."

Jackson swallowed again, drowning out his sister's excitable chattering as he thought. "So... whatever happened to your universe... is coming here?"

Cranston nodded. "Unfortunately. I have run from several worlds – crushed under the Dark Alliance. All they seek is power, and if when they get to a dimension as rich as this... they won't stop until nothing is left alive."

Even that stopped Jill's celebratory mood. She and Jack shared a look with one thought in mind. Their friends and family devastated, their home steamrolled, everyone suffering under a force that literally tore through the first and last defense of its world. That could not – would not – happen here! Jackson looked back at the Professor. "Alright, I'm in. I don't want what you said to happen here, too."

"Agreed!" Jill slung an arm over her brother's shoulder. "This egghead's gonna need me to help him crack a few skulls anyway. Oooh! So, what are our weapons!? Do we get powers, too!? I demand flight and drill limbs!" With each utterance, Jill got closer to Cranston, taking up his personal space. Jack had to pull her back from talking into the man's sweatered torso.

Cranston chuckled, a lot of tension leaving his body. "I'm glad you're so enthusiastic about the role. I suppose you should first learn how to morph..."

"Henshin!" Jill shouted out.

"...well, to activate your powers, you just pick your Start Coin – Jackson, yours has a diamond on it, while Jill's should be a claw-like scratch – press the two buttons on either side of your Drivers, then - !"

Cranston was cut off when his phone began to ring like there was a fire!

"Yeesh... Sick airhorn," Jill commented, trying to get the ringing from her ears. Meanwhile, Jack was just curious what that noise was for.

Cranston looked at his phone, his eyes widened, then he raced over and hid the Master Morpher back in the wall. "We have a guest, and this one means our time is short! We can pick this up later, but remember three rules..."

He stops in front of both of them and places his hands on their shoulders to look them both in the eyes. "Never use your power for personal gain. Never escalate a battle. Never reveal your identity to anyone. That last one especially, as the moment the Alliance gets here, that will paint a target on your loved ones' backs..."

If he was going to say anything else, it was cut off by the entrance of a very familiar face... one that brought a smile to both kids' faces. "Uncle Tommy!"

It indeed was Dr. Thomas "Tommy" Oliver, Dean of Biological Sciences and world-renowned archaeologist, and the only reason Mr. And Mrs. Oliver let their children go out of town for college. The man grinned at his niece and nephew as they hugged him. "Hey, easy, you two! You're getting a little big to keep rushing me like that. Might've knocked me over."

"We haven't seen you for a year!" Jack pointed out. "You owe us at least those many hugs!"

Tommy chuckled at that. "Well, my last dig was pretty long..." As he stepped back, he looked the pair over. "Look at you two! You've gotten so big since I last saw you!"

Jill preened and posed at the praise. "Well, I have been training. Next time we spar, I'm taking you down, old man!"

Tommy got into a sudden fighting stance, making Jill jump a bit. "Nah, you still got a few years."

"What happened to being an old man?" Jack mutters as his sister and uncle play-fight for a bit.

After a few more seconds, Uncle Tommy readjusted himself to once more be Dr. Oliver and greeted Professor Cranston. "Good morning, Professor."

Cranston stiffly nodded back. "Dr. Oliver. Glad to see you're well."

"Just about," Oliver responded with a guarded expression. "Although, I am curious as to why I was looking for my niece and nephew, and I had to hear from Mr. Grover that you had called them..."

"Ah," Cranston, despite his clear nervousness, stood strong under the suspicion; steady gaze met steady gaze. "I... was just getting a jump start on class invitations."

"Really?" Dr. Oliver's stance did not soften.

"Indeed," Cranston responded. "Robotics class isn't until next semester, but I figured no time like the present."

"What?" Jill questions, not getting the hint. "You called us here to-!"

Jackson elbowed his sister, shutting her up. "Y-yes! Robotics! I... was thinking about an elective for next semester. Professor Cranston was saving me the time of waiting in a queue in Admin for an answer I could have gone online for. Thank you, sir."

Tommy looked between Cranston and Jack; he clearly did not believe his colleague, but Jack was not one to lie, so he seemed to let it go. "...Alright. If you need any advice on the Technologies classes, Cranston would be the one to talk to about it." He looked back to the man in question. "If you're done indoctrinating my family, I was hoping to spend some time with them."

Cranston walked over to one of his workstations. "It's fine. If they need to talk to me, they know where to find me."

"That's because you never leave this room," Tommy muttered just loud enough that only Jill heard him. (Between the two of them, she could always hear better than Jack.) At conversational volume, Uncle Tommy came back to greet his family. "So, who's hungry? I have a great place to show you! Best place for a bite in-between class!"

At the prospect of food, the twins quickly perked up, eagerly following him for nosh. While they left, Cranston looked at them leaving but smiled faintly at the sight of both teens sporting the Drivers on their belts.


After a lot of traipsing around campus, Tommy led the two to a place filled with lively people, and lively music. It even had room for what looked like a martial arts match in the center of the room. "Welcome, guys, to Ernie's Juice Bar and Grill!" Tommy introduced grandly.

A mouth-watering scent hits Jack's nose. "What is that heavenly smell?"

Tommy slaps Jack's back. "That, Jackson, is the smell of the best burgers in town! Best part- no charge for extra toppings, so go nuts!"

As they made their way through the crowd, Jill looked over at the center ring. "What's with the karate class? I thought classes were tomorrow?"

Tommy just chuckled. "That's just Jason's welcome back class. That's Coach Scott to you guys – he's coaching the MMA team, so you'll know him soon enough, Jill."

They found an empty table at long last, and barely sat down when a girl in a Hawaiian shirt popped over. "Hi, I'm Shelby! Welcome to Ernie's! What would you like?" Tommy ordered some burgers, a fry basket for the table, and mixed berry smoothies.

After Shelby left with orders in mind, Jack broke the ice. "So, uncle, how are things?"

"Oh, fine, fine. Just busy," Tommy said, absentmindedly tapping out a beat with his fingers to the music playing. "I only just got back from the dig yesterday, so I'm still a bit jet-lagged."

"Speaking of that," Jill tore her eyes away from some of the most natural katas she'd ever seen to address Tommy. "Find anything neat? Maybe a dinosaur bone or two?"

"Sorry, Jill. No fossil souvenirs to give you this time," he stated, causing the girl to pout slightly. "It was just some treasure chamber of some kind. Not really much of a chamber, it just had one large crystal in it." He pulled up a picture on his phone. On it, he showed the kids him holding a large pure white crystal, standing next to another man. "Mercer was a little disappointed, but he has enough things to keep him busy anyway. Like his kid, as I reminded him yet again."

After a minute of some more catch-up, Shelby returned with the order; she did almost trip, but a guy with really long hair and huge, head-sized biceps caught the order before it could be spilled. Once situated, and Shelby was through being overly apologetic, Tommy raised his smoothie. "Before we dig in, I just want to say how proud I am of you two. You got into the top school on the East Coast – on scholarships, no less – and I can tell already... this is gonna be a great experience for you!"

Jack raised his smoothie. "To a great experience."

"Great experiences!" Jill cheered, as they all tapped drinks together in their impromptu toast.

The moment the drinks touched, an earthquake began to rock Angel Grove! People began to immediately scream and panic; a few notables who did not were Jason, Tommy... and Jack and Jill. "Everybody!" Jason called. "Get to the basement! It's designed to withstand any damage an earthquake can throw at us!" Many people began to follow Jason... well, rather stampede after him.

The crowd was so furiously freaking out that the rush for the cellar separated Tommy and the twins! Jackson and Jill were shoved into the walls near the windows.

"Hey! Calm down, you damn lemmings!" Jill snarled as Jack tried to look around.

"Jill! Uncle! Are you guys all-!" As his eyes traveled to the window, his words died of shock in his throat. In the skies over AGU... were spaceships. Honest to God spaceships! At least five of them!

Suddenly, they launched lasers at parts of the school, shaking the ground, and making people panic a bit more as they all ran out. Soon, there were only the siblings in the juice bar. As Jill was stretching, she heard Jack's buckle beeping. "Uh, bro? Was that your phone?"

Jack, still processing what he saw, checked his phone; no noise.

"Gu-KZT!-Jackso-KZT!-Jill! Can you hear me? This is Cranst – er, should use a code name... this is Traveler to Hatchlings! Come in, Hatchlings!" said the voice of the Professor... from Jackson's buckle.

Jillian grabbed her own Driver and raised it to her mouth. "This is Hatching to Traveler. Those are terrible code names! More importantly-!"

"I know. Alien ships are hanging over Angel Grove." Cranston spoke with a tone of relief. "As Zack used to say, it must be a day that ends in 'y.'"

'Aliens...' Jack thought in a bit of a cold sweat, as he swallowed thickly. To think, aliens were real... and they were not coming in peace...

"Yeah, about the invasion!" Jill's voice dragged Jack out of his thoughts. Despite the pants-darkening terror... she was acting less scared and more upset it was happening anyway. "How do we handle this! You never finished explaining everything!"

"T-that's right!" Jack spoke up, deciding to handle his existential fears later. "We have to fight this invasion, and we're completely unprepared!"

The professor sighed on his end. "Truthfully, I would have hoped to have a few more days to train you, but as usual, it's on-the-job learning." He muttered something like 'some things never change,' before addressing the kids again. "As I was saying earlier, press the two buttons on either side of the Legacy Driver. The housing unit for the Start Coin will open up – press it in, and the Driver will do the rest. You, um, might want to be outside, though... the power surge and air distribution could..."

"Right! Click it, stick it, hit it! Thanks, Prof!" Jill cut the man off, and grabbed Jack, dragging him out of the door. "Come on! We'll get there faster on our bikes!"

"Stop!" Jack used his heels to slow Jill's sprint. "We need to avoid being seen, remember! We gotta transform, then get near the danger!" 'A sentence I never thought I'd say,' he thought to himself.

Jill rolled her eyes and stopped. "Fine... we'll do it the quiet way." They run into a crevice between the buildings, where Jack looked for anyone behind the dumpsters... and in them for good measure. Once he was sure they were alone, he nodded. It was time. "Okay, now, more importantly... what to say for the battle cry?" Jill wondered. "I'm stuck between 'Henshin!' and 'it's Morphin' Time!'"

Jack sighed, not wondering for the first time where she came up with this. "Now's not really the time for that!"

Jill paused as another explosion sounded in the distance. "Right, good point! Then... it's Henshin Time!"

Jack rolled his eyes, but pulled the pouch out of his jacket pocket and found a green coin with a diamond on it. 'This must be it.' Next to him, Jill found her coin and nodded triumphantly.

You follow Cranston's directions, and tap the buttons on the side of the Drivers; Jack's opened up with a design like a row of teeth, and Jill's design resembled fangs.

CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER!

"Cool~" Jill crooned at the effects. Then, at the same time, they inserted their Start Coins at the same time, the Drivers instantly closed on them!

PLAYER SELECTED!

The minute the Drivers said that energy-like animal heads flew out of them, circling the pair with blue and green energy respectively. Jack's looked remarkably like a crocodile, and Jill's a tiger.

"This is amazing~" Jill cheered, as the heads finished their rotation, ending by biting down on each twins' still uncovered heads! Instead of biting through them, it formed into helmets!

At the same time, the cocoons broke, revealing their new outfits. Jackson was now dressed in a green bodysuit, with white gloves and boots, while sporting a golden chestplate with the diamond design on it. Meanwhile, Jill's costume consisted of blue with black accents on the sides, silver and orange gloves to finish the ensemble.

PLAYER: CROCODAI~, said Jackson's Driver.

PLAYER: SAPPHIGER~, was what Jill's Driver cried out.

"Kamen Rider..." Jack, feeling theatrical, posed like he was adjusting his gloves. "Crocodai."

"Kamen Rider!" Jill did a sideways kickflip, stuck the landing, and punched out with a straight. "Sapphiger!"

They held their poses for a second of silence. "...this might be more impressive if someone were here to see it..." Jack muttered.

"Yeah, the first morph does that," Cranston's voice spoke from inside their helmets. "It's your body getting used to all the excess energy."

Jack froze. "You... saw that."

A laugh came over the comms. "You should have seen my friends in the early days..."

Jack shook off his embarrassment. "Anyways! We need to get going!"

Jill nodded while pumping her fist. "Of course! Let's do it!" The two of them ran off toward the hovering death-raining terror at the center of the university grounds. After running a 5-minute distance in just one, the two arrive just to see magnets descend from the ships, dropping off silver-grey beings that buzzed and clicked. When the dropping was done, 50 stood in their way.

From the lead ship, a large thing jumped and landed in front of the crowd of drones. He looked like a cockroach, a praying mantis, and a lobster had had hate sex, and no one was brave enough to raise the baby, so it raised itself. "Well, well, well," the creature growled. "And here I thought all the weaklings scurried underground! Who are you nobodies!?"

Jill huffed. "Wow, first of all, you're rude!" she responded in a flippant manner. "Secondly, we don't even know who you are!"

"You may address me as Creepox, weakling!" the bug-like alien snarled. "General of the mighty Warstar Clan!"

Jackson scoffed at Creepox; usually, he was a bit anxious and over-analytical – an alien invasion was definitely a time to get anxious – but he felt safe and secure in this flexible armor. "Well, Creepox, we're Kamen Riders. We just came over to ask you to get off our world. You refuse, we whoop your ass."

Creepox just laughed. "You dare believe you can even stand on equal footing with an insect!? You can't even fight these robots! X-Borgs!" The invading forces lined up, ready to charge. Looks like peace talks were over...

Jill gets in a fighting pose. "All right! You want the 25 on the left or right, bro?"

"Better idea," Cranston spoke over the comms, "Jackson, pull out your Croco-Dagger. And put it to your lips."

"My what?" Jackson searched his person before finding an ornate weapon that looked like a fusion of a flute and a blade.

"The Croco-Dagger was designed after the Green Dragon Ranger's. It plays a melody that can create small area illusions," Cranston explained.

"What!?" Jackson questioned incredulously as the X-Borgs lined up with bazookas. "How is that possible!? And I'm wearing a helmet-"

"Jaaaaack~" Jill motioned to the firing line. "We are dressed in spandex about to fight a cockroach... play the stupid knife already!"

"Ready! Aim!" Creepox prepped the obedient droids.

"Okay, fine!" Jack put the Croco-Dagger to the general area of his lips. He muttered about not having a musical ear, before...

"Fire!" Creepox roared, and the rockets fired at his answer. As they strike their target, a cloud of debris obscures the general's view...

"Muahahahaha!" Jill's laugh sprang out of the cloud, surprising the alien. "You fell for my trap card! Behold!" Out of the smoke, at least three Sapphigers and Crocodais respectively charged the metal army. "My Shadow Clone technique!"

The shock of the sudden squad was enough to fell at least five before they began to fight back. Jack ducked and struck with his surprisingly sturdy dagger, cutting through the metal armor of his opponents.

On the other side, Jill's hand-to-hand strikes were enough to send two or three of them at a time into pieces! She blocked every hit and retaliated in kind. With the other illusions popping around, the X-Borgs could never tell if they were fighting an illusion or not, so at least ten of them took each other out in the crossfire.

"Enough!" Creepox cried as he slashed through an illusion... and leaped to strike Jill – the real one!

"Jill!" the Professor calls out quickly. "Tap your fists together! Now!"

Jill does so, and-

SNIKT!

Three claws shot out of holes on the knuckle of the gauntlets, catching Creepox's arm blade. "Whoa~ This is awesome!" Jill cheered, as she pushed back against the invader. Meanwhile, Jackson, comforted knowing that Jill was okay, chose to handle the last of the X-Borgs.

"With those Electro Claws," Cranston spoke up, "you can perform a Final Strike, by tapping your Driver on the Coin. It's called..."

"Got it! I'll give it my own name!" Jill cut the man off, as she tapped the Driver. The electricity on her claws grew stronger. She grinned under her mask, before taking a running start at Creepox. The invader prepared for whatever the girl could throw at him... he was a bit surprised when she did backflips and cartwheels so rapidly, she became a buzzsaw of electrical light! "Hellcat... Assault!"

She crashed into Creepox, trying to shock and cut through him... but he's able to stand firm, even chucking the girl a few feet back. As she landed on her back, Jackson finished with the fodder and comes over to help her up. "Crap! It's like he's made of iron..."

Creepox cackled evilly. "I told you! Insects are the most powerful! You can't try to attack me so lightly!"

"Ha You guys are so tough, but I'm certain I stomped your cousin flat last night!" Jill taunted; it kept the creature's ire fixed onto her, while Jack thought of a plan.

"Jill," he interrupts her goading, "follow my lead." With that, he played his Swamp Song...

Only for Creepox to lunge forward. "No more clones! No more tricks! And no more Kamen Riders!"

He strikes just as Jack finishes... and his arm blades go right through the pair...

-As if he was pushing through a projection! "What! Where'd they go!" He looked around as the images faded. "Did they run away?"

"Hehehe~ He seems so confused, doesn't he?" a disembodied voice spoke to Creepox's left. He swung hitting nothing.

"Hn. You think the 'strongest creatures' would have more sense than that," a deeper ghostly voice said behind the general. He swiveled around... and saw nothing.

He had zero time to ponder this... as a stabbing pain sprouted from his shoulder! He grabbed at whatever it was, getting a firm grip on... thin air!? From his grasp, a green object formed beneath his fingers and spread out... to see Crocodai hanging from his back, dagger jammed between the plates of his armor. "Heh. Knew you had a weak spot – just had to find it."

Creepox reared back to stab Jack in the face – but his arm suddenly got very heavy! As he looked on, the thin air coalesced into Sapphiger. "Hehe! Got you, ya pest!"

"Inferior creatures!" Creepox roared at the two heroes. "You really think you can stand again the Warstar clan!?"

"Can and have!" Jill cheered, as she weighed down Creepox's arm.

Jackson sniffed dismissively. "Tough talk from a guy with a knife in his back. Who needs to outclass you, when we can out-think you? Besides, out-thinking is easy. Insects might be strong... but they are incredibly stupid."

Creepox... did not get angry at that. Rather, he smirked, as if Jackson told a humorous story. "Well, human... you're half-right." Jackson felt a shudder through the carapace of the monster... and watched as his already-sizable muscles bulged! So sudden was the swelling, it blasted the pair off of him!

As they got up, Creepox crossed his arm blades... and fire began to gather in front of him! "Admittedly, I didn't think I'd have to use more than 10% of my power," he said in a much calmer tone. "But in your case, I can make an exception." With that, he launched the fireball forward! It rocketed at Jack and Jill too quickly to dodge, and they barely had time to block before the attack collided and blew them up!

As they crashed down, suits smoking, they gasped in pain as they landed. A second after, their transformation ended in a flash of light... and Jack and Jill lie in exhaustion as Creepox stands nearby. "Well, now I am truly impressive," he spoke with a condescending air. "You survived 25%. Now let's test 50%." With that, he raised an arm blade, charged with bioelectric energy...

"My my, Creepy~ That's not very sporting," a mellow voice broke the static in the air. Creepox looked over to the table of a nearby café... and his energy fizzled out when he looked upon... a giant monkey eating a banana. "Using that much power on some measly little guys? I had no idea Malkor was so desperate…"

As Jackson and Jillian used each other to get up, Jackson commented on the scene. "Ok... how hard did we get hit again?"

Jillian, using her brother as a wall to stand on bruised legs, groaned. "Hard enough to see giant talking monkeys." Jack nods silently, filing something the monkey said earlier for later...

"...doesn't concern you, mercenary," the bug monster hissed out from clenched mandibles.

"Oh ho? It doesn't?" the monkey scratched his head, looking away. "What might Malkor say if you got into a battle with me, eh? I bet someone he knows wouldn't like it~" The monkey picked his nose, observed his find, then flicked it away.

Creepox was shaking – literally trembling – at the words. Finally, he turned away the twins and the ape. "This... is not over." With that, he jumped away... a hundred miles away in one bound! He was holding back...

"Phew! I thought he'd never leave!" The monkey looked over his shoulder... as a hand came from behind him, giving him another banana. The monkey squealed with delight as it took its treat, as a man wearing a red wool coat over a green tunic came from behind it, greeting Jack and Jill with a cheeky grin. "Hello, there~ Nice to meetcha!"


A/N: Phew! Long one, right? I promise they won't always be this long, but I want at least one Henshin fight in each chapter. Be weird in a Power Ranger fanfic to not have morph sequences in each chapter. Luckily, most of the backstory was handled, so this should mean shorter chapters. Probably. Please let me know what you think! Did you catch all the references? Please leave a review and tell me if you did! And don't forget to visit my profile page if you want to support me!