Episode 1 part 1: Start the Show Part 1
If one turned to MTV on the screen was an absolutely great band. There last encore of the night was finishing up and an eager newscaster let out a "woo!" and started her story. "For those of you just tuning in, that was the latest hit by the new indie band that is absolutely dominating the charts! I am of course talking about Star Fall, and I got an exclusive interview with the band just a few hours ago!"
The interview footage played, and the newscaster was behind the scenes with the band. The first to be interviewed was Trent Conly, the lead guitarist of the band. He looked like a stereotypical band member, his black hair and green eyes easily driving chicks wild. The fact that he was easily six feet tall and had six pack abbs didn't hurt. He smiled and spoke in a calm and happy voice, "You know, I'm just glad we're so popular. The band actually started as a lark. And now we essentially on top of the world."
Next was Joey Blitz, the bassist of the band. Everything about his appearance screamed perfectionist, from his perfectly combed hair to his brilliant clothing down to the aglets on his shoelaces. His piercing blue eyes only increased his strange beauty, and he spoke to the audience, "Trent is, and always has been, a free spirit." He sighed, "which means he doesn't tend to stick to the plan. Yes, we are a rock group, but we still need to plan things! He just thinks life will just work out, but we need plans to!"
The footage cut off there, the newscaster chuckling nervously, "Next up is Roxie B, the drummer of Star Fall." The footage resumed and this time a Latina girl was shown, her body showing her to be very strong physically while her brown eyes seemed to glow with a rebellious fire and a great mental strength. She spoke in a harsh voice, one that instantly told the listener that this lady was not one to mess with, "I've always been a wild child at heart. I've always had a bit of an anger problem, and I can let my temper get the best of me. Drumming is a great time for me, and it helps me work out my aggression." Joey poked his head in and said, "Not all of it. You're the reason we can't hire a roadie." Roxie glared at him and yelled, "This is my interview! Do you wanna go! Cause you are cruising for a bruising!" She glared at the camera man and said, "What are you looking at!" She charged and the camera dropped as the sounds of fighting and pain could be heard as the drummer pummeled the poor camera man.
The newscaster laughed awkwardly, "You'll be happy to know that the victim is ok, and a settlement was given by Star Falls manager Gene Valone to avoid any lawsuits. Next up is the keyboardist Kabir Laghari." Kabir was a skittish young man of Indian descent, his brown hair and eyes set upon a very angular face. If he projected a little more confidence, he would be an absolute heartthrob. But sadly his skittish demeanor ruined it. He spoke in a kind tone, if seemingly wary, stuttering a bit out of pure nerves, "You know, when we started out back when we all met in high school, I never thought it would get this big. I mean, I am pretty sure a standard high school experience is to make a band with your friends in your garage. Most of our gigs were at friends parties, and we were good, but we didn't really think it would be anything beyond that. But then we got discovered, and now we're a big indie band. Just goes to show you how life can be unexpected."
The newscaster smiled and said, "Up next is Candace Shay, the lead vocals of Star Fall." The footage showed an absolute bombshell of a woman, long blond hair, gorgeous blue eyes, tall but not too tall, a thin waist and long legs. In all honesty it looked like she stepped out of a fashion magazine. But the way she held herself and the smile she wore was not that of a model but that of a kindly girl. Indeed, she seemed not so much the picture of traditional beauty but instead the girl next door, one who you didn't date because she was practically family. Her voice was melodic despite not singing, "You know, it's a lot of fun being a rockstar. If only my fame would help me in the romance department."
In the footage both the cameraman and the newscaster were shocked, the cameraman saying, "With a bod like that?" The newscaster said, "I would kill for a body like yours!" Candance just said, "Yeah, yeah, don't rub it in. Let's just not talk anymore because I know where this is gonna go!"
Back in the present the newscaster blushed at her own unprofessionalism and continued on, "Last but not least is Star Falls manager, Gene Valone." The footage showed a person who very much fit the stereotypical image of music producer, slicked back hair, nice suit, and a rather average appearance overall. His hair was black and his eyes brown, and he spoke in a firm but understanding voice, quite at odds with the sleazy salesman voice one would typically imagine coming from someone of his appearance, "You know, its hard managing Star Fall. We're an indie band, so we don't have a sponsor to pay for everything. But the music is so good, and the sales mean we make a lot of money. But a lot of that money goes to the bands upkeep. You know, things like venues, production costs, keeping Roxie out of jail. But now that we're going on a country wide tour I have a feeling we're"
The footage cut off there and the newscaster said, "Sadly that's all the time we have for the interviews. But check out the Star Fall website to see where to listen to this great band in person." The newscaster was cut off by the TV turning off as Trent clicked the remote with disgust. He and the other band members were reloading the stuff into the truck. Trent turned to Gene and said, "I can't believe they cut you off. Your just as important as the rest of us." Gene sighed a bit as he hefted an amp into the storage and said, "Well, it couldn't be helped." Soon enough Star Fall was on the road, unknowing of the great adventure that would befall them.
In the depths of space flew a very striking spaceship. It resembled a Coral Reef, a bright and colorful staple of practically every world that had an ocean which supported life. The ship was a striking one which drew the attention of all who saw it. It could be recognized by pretty much any being who saw it, for it was the Warwol Studios ship. All across the Intergalactic Federation movies produced by this famous studio delighted young and old alike. Seipan Warwol, Head Director and CEO of Warwol Studios, was dedicated to gaining realism with his movies. This alongside the films taking place on planets unknown to the wider galaxy and the fact that many of the actors were natives of these worlds made Warwol Studios very popular.
The inside of the ship was just as gaudy as the outside, and a remote camera droid began to play. On screen a reporter from planet Holostar began his news coverage, "Hello all you out there in the Intergalactic Federation. Coming to you live from the Warwol Studios ship, on route to their next filming location. We are about to interview the main members, but first, Anjell Eetee, a blogger of some prominence from our own humble planet."
On screen was Anjell Eetee, like most natives of Holostar her skin was blue and like armor, a hat like fixture atop her head, her face lacking a mouth and having glowing eyes. On the point where her neck met her body was a surrounding of yellow tendrils that did not reach far and from her back was two spiked protrusions that brought to mind the jaws of a monster from the deepest parts of the oceans. In short, were she not literally jumping for joy she would be terrifying, "I can't believe I won! I have been a fan of Warwol studios my whole life! And I am here on their ship! I gotta make sure I'm not dreaming. I heard that you can't puke in a dream. Time to spin!" Anjell proceeded to spin very fast, with the intent of losing her lunch. She quickly lost control and spun into a wall with a very loud crash. From off screen she let out a pained noise, "Definitely not dreaming. Ouch."
The newscaster laughed awkwardly and said, "Ain't she something folks?" They moved on and she said, "Now onto Jors Predrun, the head talent agent of Warwol studios, and the right hand mand of Seipan Warwol himself." The screen showed Jors, a creature that to a human would look like a shark in a business suit with a set of brass knuckles.
The newscaster asked Jors, "Mr. Jors, the first record of you is when you helped found Warwol Studios over 30 years ago. But what was your life like before that? Who were your parents? What planet did you come from? And so on." Jors chuckled a bit, "Buddy, if I didn't answer the last twenty reporters who asked those questions, why would I answer you?" He walked away and the newscaster laughed awkwardly again and said, "Well, he's cutthroat. Can't say he's not that."
The newscaster continued on, "Next up is Vouge Specs, head makeup artist of the studio. It is she who makes the stars shine on screen." The screen showed Vogue, a very human like being with a beehive hairdo that resembled a shrimps head. "Yes, it is hard getting everyone camera ready. I however always look forward to doing Jors." She purred in a seductive way and then realized she wasn't alone, blushing and chuckling nervously, "I mean doing his make up." Vogue chuckled nervously for a while, until even the near mindless camera droid was feeling awkward.
The newscaster continued on, "Next we have Flit Blades, the head stunt coordinator of Warwol studios." The camera drone brought on screen a being very much resembling a walking fish with the proportions of a tall humanoid. Indeed, the fish elements more resembled armor, and he held a blade similar to a fin in form by his side. "Yeah, I know a lot of people are sad that Chaff Goldpratt left the studio after being the leading actor for so long. But soon you are gonna have a new name to praise, mine. After all, I joined the studio in the hopes of making it big. After so long its finally gonna happen!"
The newscaster nodded and said, "Alright, moving on. The next member of the studio is Dr. Rukanji Xenos, the head special effects artist." The alien on screen was rather like a jellyfish, which again was a common creature across the galaxy by the principles of convergent evolution and efficiency of design. The species of Dr. Xenos was one that required a specific environment for survival, and as such a glass dome encased his head. "Yes, my job here is mostly to create the B-bolts that comprise the majority of our crew."
From off screen three of said B-bolts walked past carrying some miscellaneous piece of equipment, all chanting "B" in a strange burst of static. These cyber organic creatures were famous for the fact that they played the extras in the films. Whenever the antagonist needed some victims to show the threat they posed one could always find B-bolts being wrecked. They were very robotic beings with heads that resembled a barnacle and limbs that resembled film strips. At the base of each of their heads was a slot that was big enough for a film reel to be inserted.
The B-bolts walked past, and from off screen a crash that just sounded expensive could be heard. Xenos sighed and muttered something about how he was forced to work with substandard equipment. He then said, "This interview is over. You can talk to our cameraman Glut Eifor." He went offscreen in the opposite direction of the crash and came back, dragging a creature resembling what a human would compare to an angler fish, if given arms and legs. Also of interest was that instead of the normal glowing lure dangling from his head there was a movie camera, with two reels and everything. Xenos went in the direction of the crash and yelled, "If you broke that you are going in the scrapheap!"
Glut noticed the camera and said, "Well, it's about time I got recognized for my contributions. If it weren't for me, the films wouldn't even be shot. And furthermore" The newscaster interrupted him, "Sorry, that's all the time we had allotted for you." Glut stammered a bit as the camera droid moved away before shouting at the top of his lungs, "I demand to be acknowledged!"
To her audience the newscaster continued, ignoring the long suffering camera man entirely, "Of course we saved the best for last. The head honcho himself, Seipan Warwol." Soon enough the camera droid was in the office of Warwol himself. Seipan Warwol's species fell into the category of Cephalothorax, which put simply meant his head comprised the majority of his body. His form was distinctly squid like, resembling something Lovecraft might dream up if he got drunk and watched a movie with directors commentary. His face was on the center of his body, with a pair of circle rimmed glasses resting on a nose that could only be described as a schnozzola. Ultimately to a human Warwol would look not so much like a tentacled Lovecraftian horror as it was an old man's face with a mustache.
Warwol spoke despite not appearing to have a mouth, "Hello there, its good to see so many who love my movies." The voice of Warwol was a slightly snooty one, a voice that no one should have to endure for long periods of time. It was a voice that, if one really thought long and hard about it, was only superficially charming. Once you pushed past the charm it indicated a deeply disturbing mindset that desired only praise, as if the speaker was the only one that mattered. If Warwol were anything other than a director, he would immediately be distrusted. However, by the universal standards of show business Warwol was actually pretty dang tolerable if a bit dramatic. Indeed, unlike many beings who make movies his pride was justified, as none of his movies ever failed in any meaningful way.
He continued to speak, "My latest film is gonna be just as great as all my others. Heck, it might be my magnum opus! It is entitled The Dark Rangers From Planet Earth. While yes, our star actor Chaff Goldpratt has left us over creative differences, this is merely a minor hurdle. After all, it was never Chaff who made the movies. It was always my brilliance. This new film will merely prove my genius!" If Warwol had a mouth in the traditional sense, he would have been foaming at it as he began to rant.
Warwol was about to continue when the newscaster said, "Oh, I'm sorry. But we have to cut to commercial. We will pick this back up, after these messages." Warwol reacted by smashing the recording droid and yelling, "Don't they know who I am! How dare they interrupt my brilliance for some shill? I might never be on screen, but I am the real star!"
Xenos decided to interject, "Sir, it was a station mandated commercial. Not everyone has a benefactor who pays for everything." Warwol turned to Xenos and screamed, "Oh don't try defending them! If it weren't for me you would be on the streets begging for spare change!" Xenos sighed and said, "And I thank the stars for my employment every day" under his breath he muttered, "You pompous windbag."
Warwol didn't hear his last remark and said, "Is the evidence ready to be disposed of?" Xenos nodded, "Yes, but the B-bolts nearly revealed it on live TV." Warwol made a grunt, "And the tech?" Xenos replied, "Modified so the actors will get to the set on time." Warwol asked the third question, "And the native actors?" Xenos pulled out a remote and on a nearby screen, pulling up a picture of the Star Fall tour bus. Xenos responded, "Ready for abduction." The smile on his face was cruel, and Warwol loudly declared, "Then abduct them! I want to start the filming as soon as possible!" Xenos nodded and said, "As you command my lord."
The next day the members of Star Fall awoke with some strange disk player like devices near there bed sides and a strange block of mechanical devices that was roughly the size of a human in the tour buses living room equivalent, but none of them really paid attention to them. All of them assumed they were some fans weird gifts, ones that they didn't remember due to there exhaustion of playing a full show and loading all the equipment into the bus.
The bus soon stopped on its way to Salt Lake City, to refill the gas and let the band stretch there legs. While the bus was big and could comfortably fit at least ten people it was still necessary to walk around after a long time in a moving vehicle.
All of Star Fall had absentmindedly put on what they had assumed to be a fans gift, and while Candace, Trent and Joey went shopping and Gene refilled the tour buses gas tank Kabir, and Roxie were walking aimlessly.
Kabir was working up the courage to profess his love to Roxie, and sadly whenever he got the courage the opportunity was gone. But this time would be different! He promised himself that. His mental pep talk was interrupted by Roxie, "You know what I want right now?" Kabir let out something in between panicked noises and lovestruck gibberish. Roxie ignored what she believed to be Kabir responding in a foreign language, rolling her eyes, and saying, "No, a fight!"
As if the universe itself was responding to her wish a host of strange creatures appeared. Each looked like they had an oversized barnacle for a head and there limbs looked like an old film reel. They chanted "B" in a strange staticky voice, and each wielded a massive hammer that reminded Roxie and Kabir of the boom mikes from there interview yesterday.
Roxie was all for a fight, but she also knew that it was no shame to retreat when outmatched. And up against a horde of armed assailants she most definitely was outmarched. Kabir snarked, "Be careful what you wish for." Roxie glared and yelled, "Not the time Kabir!" They both ran, and soon found the other members of the band.
The strange creatures continued to chant "B" in there staticky voices, and Trent turned to Roxie and asked simply, "Did you beat up some EDM group at burning man?" Roxie was confused and said, "I don't think so, why?" Joey glared at the drummer and said, "Cause these guys are obviously electric music super fans wanting revenge for one of your beatings. It's not the first time either." Roxie let out an enraged squawk and said, "Why can't you guys let that go!"
The conversation was interrupted by a strangely British voice call out, "Alright Glut, Vouge, let's get this footage. I don't want to be on this planet any longer than I have to." The band looked at a nearby outcropping to see three strange beings. The one who spoke looked like a jellyfish in a glass dome on the body of a scientist. One of the beings was an angler fish with humanoid limbs, and the other was a strange lady with a bouffant like that of Marge Simpson. The lady spoke, "Oh come on Xenos. Its always nice to see a planet before we film on it. And you know the boss, we can only see this planet for a limited time only before the only way to see it is in the movies." The glass helmeted being, now known to be Xenos, scoffed and said, "Well maybe for you Vouge. But if you forget, a single scratch to my artificial environment generator and I will perish in an unimaginatively agonizing way." The angler fish like creature snarked in a slightly harsh voice, "You work in a climate controlled lab most of the time, and that stupid glass dome is reinforced, and force fielded. Suck it up." Xenos snapped at the other alien, "Oh shut up Glut!"
They turned to the confused humans and Xenos cleared his throat and launched into an obviously preprepared speech, said so many times that it lost any interest the speaker had in it, if there was any in the first place. "Greetings primitives, your planet has been given the highest honor in its pitiful history. Due to the fact that the wider galactic society has not noticed the existence of your world, it has been chosen to be the set of Warwol Studios latest film. So rejoice, for your planet is going to be a star. And it shall burn like one."
Joey noticed this last line and asked, "What do you mean by burn like one?" Xenos did not possess an obvious mouth, but the way he spoke indicated a cruel joy, "We at Warwol Studios pride ourselves on our realism. And if that realism means the world we shoot on is destroyed, well than that's just a little side effect. This world is unknown to the Intergalactic Federation. No one will miss this little world when its just a smoldering wreck and all its inhabitants are dead."
All of Star Fall was hit by the revelation that they were quite literally the only thing between the planet and these invaders who sought to destroy it. Vouge said, "Of course the movie needs convincing antagonists. A real threat for the headliner to overcome. And we need a scene to show that these bad guys are a threat by massacring these extras. So say 'its morphin time' and press the top button on your Disk Drive Morpher. You will become powerful enough to destroy these B-bolts." Xenos mockingly chuckled and said, "Maybe even strong enough to save this little mudball you call home."
They did so, and suddenly they were power rangers. No battle cries or poses came to there minds, but a knowledge of combat and there powers did come to them. Trent found he had super speed and fire powers, trashing B-bolts with these abilities. Joey found he had water powers and the ability to turn invisible, using these powers to great effect in the fight. Roxie took great pleasure in the fight, having acquired super strength and electric powers. Kabir used his new wind powers and super senses to dodge the attacks of the B-bolts and retaliate quickly. And Candace managed to manipulate sound waves, damaging the relatively fragile components of the B-bolts with ease.
As the B-bolts exploded around them Vouge clapped enthusiastically and Xenos clapped sarcastically. Xenos spoke once more, "Well then, you know what to do. In Salt Lake City your morphers will tell you when the shooting starts. You had better show up, or innocents will be caught in the crossfire."
Xenos laughed evilly as he and Vouge teleported away. Glut realized he was left behind and yelled, "Hey, what about me?!" He ran away as Star Fall demorphed and the enormity of what happened really hit them.
In the depths of Warwol's ship the members of the studio met in the Reel Room. Here all the Dark Reels prime copies were kept. Here was where the sins of Warwol Studio were on constant display. Even one Dark Reel would be more than enough evidence to put the entirety of the studio on death row without trial. After all, genocide was a capital crime throughout the universe.
This was the dark secret behind the success of the studio, as each of its films was build from the grave of a world and all that lived upon it. Driven by Seipan Warwol's quest for realism and using a planetary registry provided by there benefactor to find planets that would not be missed, they wrought a trail of havoc across the universe. Earth was just the latest in a long line of destroyed worlds, its inhabitants destruction put upon the silver screen, the general population of the galaxy unknowingly paying money to watch the death of a species and all its hopes and dreams.
Unlike the rest of the ship, the Reel Room was a drab and grim place. Here the coral that composed the ship was either the white hue of bleached coral or a black like that of the lightless depths of space. No color was here because the ship was much like a living thing, occupying the strange liminal space between living and machine that all living ships, even the zords of the various ranger teams across the universe, inhabited. It was linked to its master, which was why the color scheme of the ship was so gaudy. It blared the will of its master to the wider universe, and as such like Warwol the ship was presented in a way that would draw all eyes to it.
But the Reel Room was the truth of Warwol's dream. Here the darkness that motivated his every action was on full display. Every innocent he had slaughtered through his studio and his mad quest for fame was on full display here, and no amount of color could hide the twisted truth. There is no beauty in this place, in the Reel Room, only a cold and harsh panoply of death. The many screens of the Reel Room played the death of a world eternally. Even if the Dark Reel was removed or destroyed the movie would continue. Only if those truly responsible for the demise of the countless words were brought to justice would the horrible imagines stop, the ghosts of the past finally put to rest. But until that day the Reel Room would display the crimes of the studio, the truth behind the movies played on an endless loop.
With each film they made a Dark Reel was also made, a strange device made from the sorrow and rage of the worlds inhabitants and the memories of those heroes who died defending there world. It was a Dark Reel that gave Chaff Goldpratt his start, and it was only fitting that the new headliner would be made where the first headliner was made.
Warwol addressed his staff and a few B-bolts, minus Glut who was currently hitch-hiking to Salt Lake City as best he could. The arrogant voice of the director contrasted the somber nature of the reel room, "Now ever since Chaff Goldpratt left us over creative differences." Left unsaid was the knowledge that it was also two egos clashing that led to Chaff's departure, and Warwol continued on, oblivious to the resentful feelings of his staff, "And like our audiences, you have awaited eagerly the introduction of our new Headliner, and that will be"
A B-bolt played a drum solo, the kind that traditionally played before a dramatic reveal. Flit preened a bit, certain the role would finally be his. But Warwol surprised all by pointing to a B-bolt and saying, "Him!" Flit let out a loud and disbelieving, "What?!" The B-bolt looked around and then pointed to itself, letting out a questioning, "B?"
Jors said, "Yes, you. Now come here!" He roughly grabbed the B-bolt and from one of the pillars of white coral he pulled a Dark Reel, then inserted the reel into the back of its head. The reel played from its head on a new screen, and then a new monster was born. It resembled an old style rockem sockem robot toy writ large, with two heavy boxing gloves and a boxing headgear coving its face, showing only a glowing red eye and an otherwise featureless face, while around its waist was a championship belt with a bell like that of a boxing ring on its face. The bell rung twice and in a slightly accented mumble said, "I'm ready to rumble!" Warwol was pleased, "I give you Boxing Headliner! He will be the star of this movie. Now, where did that lazy bum Glut get to?" The various studio members filed out, save for Flit Blades who was frozen by pure shock and rage, "All my loyal years of service. And I get passed over, for a modified B-bolt?!" The B-bolt who played the drum solo came over, patting him on the shoulder and saying a comforting, "B, B."
Flit responded by bringing his sword down on the cyberorganic creature, destroying it instantly. Looking at the sparking corpse Flit smiled evilly, "I guess I will have to show them all that I am star material. I will have my big moment, I will have my fame! This I swear!" Flit Blades strode out of the Reel Room with purpose and an evil smile on his lips.
As the Star Fall tour bus headed to Salt Lake City Gene listened to the tale the band gave him, and at the end he asked, "And you are sure it wasn't a pack of EDM super fans out for revenge on Roxie?" Roxie yelled in rage, "Why does everyone jump to that conclusion!"
Gene shrugged and said, "It's happened before." If they were in a cartoon smoke would be emitting from Roxie's ears. She yelled, "I'll show you! It's morphin time!" She morphed into her yellow ranger form, startling Gene, and causing the tour bus to swerve.
Glut had the supreme misfortune of being in the path of the bus. He had managed to find an abandoned bike and was forced to pedal his way to Salt Lake City, all the while lamenting his choices in life. In between gasps of exhaustion he could be heard to say, "I knew my dad was right. I should have minored in marketing. And I really should have joined that gym when I had the chance." Then he got hit by the tour bus, sending him flying. Glut then crashed into a cart of pies, and when he got up in a daze he was smacked in the face by a rake.
Roxie demorphed and asked, "Did we hit something?" Gene looked and said, "I don't think so." The bus soon arrived at the concert venue and gene reached his decision, "For now we focus on the tour." The band all let out a loud, "What!?" Joey yelled at Gene, "Don't you remember they said they would destroy the world!" Gene nodded and said, "But there also making a movie. If your actors in this evil film, they have to have a way to contact you."
As if on cue, the morphers suddenly flashed and an overdramatic voice yelled out, "Lights! Camera! Action!" Then a string of numbers followed. To most of the band the numbers were gibberish, but Joey realized something, "Those numbers are co-ordinates. That must be where there going to attack next!" Gene put the coordinates into his phone and send them to the band saying, "You guys go save the world, I'll set up the concert." As they ran off Candace shouted back, "Thanks Gene, you're the best!"
As the rangers left, Gene looked at the other odd item that had appeared alongside the morphers. The strange brick of machinery was now in a much more troubling light. Gene didn't know what was in there, but he doubted it was good.
The rangers rushed to the area indicated by the coordinates, made easier by the screams of fleeing citizens and the staticky chanting of "B". Soon they encountered the forces of the studio and leading them was a new monster. Roxie, blunt as usual, said, "Why is there a rockem sockem robot attacking people?"
Said robot launched an energy punch into a crowd of fleeing citizens, causing them to be knocked unconscious. The B-bolts advanced menacingly, and Trent yelled, "Stop!" The ranger rushed in, and the monster laughed, "I'm Boxing Headliner! And I am the stat of this movie! Are you rolling Glut?" Glut nodded and said, "We're rolling!"
The rangers morphed and charged in, but sadly they could only use there powers. While the B-bolts fell readily to the rangers, Boxing Headliner endured there powers without effort. Roxie desperately charged and attempted to match Boxing Headliner blow for blow but was knocked aside like she was a rag doll. Soon the rangers were defeated on the ground, still morphed but only just barely holding on.
As Boxing Headliner prepared to deliver the final blow a voice cried out, "NO! NO! NO! This is all wrong. Where is the realism!" Massive explosions engulfed the remaining B-bolts and Boxing Headliner spoke, "Boss, why'd ya do that? I was gonna finish em off!" The rangers were confused, as the voice was obviously the same one that alerted them to the studio's attack.
It answered the Boxing Headliner, "Because my films draw in the crowds through realism! People want a realistic fight!" Suddenly on a nearby building a new alien manifested, a strange creature that was mostly head with tentacles and circle rimmed glasses on a massive nose. It resembled not a horror from the depths of the ocean but instead a bearded creator of media.
Roxie loudly spoke, "What's with the walking calamari?" The newcomer let out a mocking laugh, "Foolish primitives! I am Seipan Warwol! The greatest director to ever bless the universe with my brilliance!" Instantly the band realized this guy believed the world revolved around him, and his ego was so large that if it were physical it would make a black hole.
Warwol continued to monologue, "This pathetic mudball has been given the highest honors any planet ever has. To be the set of one of my movies, and for me to even bother to set foot upon it!" He pointed to the rangers, "But my new movie will be just as great as all my others. Maybe even better. But The Dark Rangers From Planet Earth needs a real fight! It is just unrealistic for you, the antagonists of this cinematic masterpiece, to defeat the B-bolts so easily and yet be so easily defeated by the Headliner! Where is the Drama? Where is the Romance? Sure, we have the bloodshed covered, but that's not enough!"
Boxing Headliner got next to the mad director, and Warwol said, "So you had better learn your parts rangers! Because shooting starts back up tomorrow! And if you don't shape up, well. We can always fix it in post." He let out a mad laugh as he and the Headliner teleported away, leaving the members of Star Fall behind, demorphed and worried.
Author notes
Unlike wonder force, I have a lot of things to say. If that's a good or bad thing, I don't know. First, Krockman18 is the one who made Star Strikers, I just have his permission to make actual episodes of it. He gets all the credit, and he is also the beta reader.
For all Krockman18 power rangers series, those being Wonder Force, Star Strikers and the newest series Pantheon Quest, they are a separate dimension split off from the zordon era. That's Krockman18's headcanon for ranger series, and I am inclined to agree with him. All ranger mechs are called zords, even when the rangers should logically not know about zordon.
Each of the Warwol studio members has either an insanely easy to picture appearance or one that takes heavily from past villains. It's just for ease of reference though, as these past villains provide a baseline for you to visualize them. Glut and Jors should not be giving anyone problems with visualization.
For Warwol himself, think bigs from megaforce. IE the majority of his body is head.
For Vouge, think dayu from power rangers samurai. Krockman18 said that's the closest comparison.
For Flit Blades, think Vrak's warstar form, with his weapon resembling the fin of a flying fish. I probably didn't do a good job describing him, but I find it hard to describe Vrak for some reason.
Glut is voiced by Dana Snyder. If you don't know what he sounds like, here is a list of memorable characters voiced by Dana Snyder. Scratch from the ghost and molly McGee, Gazpacho from chowder, master shake from aqua teen hunger force, dr. colloso from the thundermans, Mr. Baldwin from fish hooks, or grandpat from the Patrick star show. If you don't read it in one of those voices, you are not reading it right.
If you want to hear what the B-bolts sound like, go to tokufun and watch an episode of Goseiger. The Bibi's are what B-bolts sound like.
The Boxing Headliner sounds like rocky.
Ok, I am now gonna focus on getting the third wonder force episode out, but I will also work on star strikers and, when I have enough info to make it, pantheon quest. Next will probably be wonder force, but it might be star strikers, as part twos are shorter than part ones. At least in my experience.
Oh, two things before I go. First, Alice from wonder force is voiced by Tara Strong, in her roles as Unikitty and Batgirl from DC Superhero Girls 2019. And two, reviews are my lifeblood. I will always answer a review, unless its lewd. So please subscribe and review.