(Plot credited to CJ1145, in other words I did not create the plot. But I loved it when I read it and wanted to see if anyone else would have interest in roleplaying it with me. Credit to Xivilai for help with the intro.)
OUR THEME SONG WOOOOOOO!
The year is 2120, and the world is rebuilding from a devastating war that occurred over 50 years ago. The Tarver, a psychopathic alien race from the far end of space invaded Earth with the intent of infusing its population with their own DNA; they would then be integrated into the Tarver population to introduce new immune systems to their species, in an attempt to fight off a growing and deadly disease running rampant.
The Earth's military was overwhelmed, but the world was defended by a group of six teenagers, the Power Rangers Neo-Force, from various countries. They managed to fight off the Tarver, but in the process four of the Rangers, Red Yellow Green and Black, came to sympathize with their plight. After the war, they had a change of heart, and used their powers to assault the forces of Earth and tried to find a way to summon the Tarver back from space to help them.
It cost the life of the Silver Ranger, but with his help the Pink Ranger, Veronica Baley, defeated her former comrades and froze them in cryo-sleep, in a maximum security prison.
Veronica realizing the possibility that her friends may one day wake back up into the world and once more terrorize the Earth's people, implanted her mind into a computerized AI. Knowing that the chance of her being alive when the threat was awakened she also created a Android to help with training of the new set of Rangers, she called the Android, Omega 2.
Now, these many years later, still in the midst of reconstruction, a malfunction has shut off the cryo-chambers, and the former Rangers have escaped. They've begun their assault once more, and are seeking out a new device kept secret by the military, developed as a means of communication between them and space expeditions: a beacon, capable of sending messages and displaying hyperspace gravitation beacons to assist in accurate FTL travel. The machine is hidden somewhere within the city of Neo Falls, the capital city of what remains of the human population and the proof of concept of the reconstruction efforts. It is a pristine, thriving city and ill-prepared for the war about to descend upon it.
Now serving as head of the United Nations Reconstruction Division, a crippled Veronica is in no condition to fight off her former friends, still in the prime of their youth. But she knows a way to fight them: to hand the power she once held down to a new generation, a final generation to save the Earth and secure it for all generations to come: create a new squad of Power Rangers. The ultimate Rangers. The Omega Rangers.
The Beginning Of The END
The air stale and the emotions ran high in the room. There was no visual conflict to attribute to the emotions but underneath the lone silence a stream of thoughts and doubts invaded the very air in the room. The dark blackness outside attested to the late hour of night, but Veronica could not sleep. She simply sat at her desk, the desk she had occupied for nearly 50 years.
The doubtfulness of her nature was not because of her or her position, nor the people she had once fought for. None of these stemmed her doubt it was those that she had called friend that had created her doubt. Last night a dream had come to her. Not a premonition nor a superpower but simply a feeling deep inside of her. A feeling of both dread and fear.
She looked down deep in thoughts all her own. In thoughts revolving regret and pain. Friends and allies had once been great people in their own right. The picture in her hands was that of the Power Ranger as they had been at the start of the Contact War with the Tarver. The young faces of her friends reminded her of the old days. The days of when Trevor led them to victory after victory after victory. Reminded her of times when friends had become the Earth best defense and when friendship had been their greatest weapon.
As the war continued however her friends changed and when the Tarver finally retreated from the Milky Way galaxy a sour victory was celebrated for even in victory the Earth had lost. They had lost their heroes, their saviors. The Rangers turned on the Earth and became the very thing they had set out to destroy. Veronica and the Silver Ranger stayed true to themselves and fought back the Ranger, but at the cost of the Silver Rangers life. He was killed in the finally battle, sacrificing himself to lure the Rangers into a cyro chamber that froze them all into a deep and continuous sleep.
Two years after she defeated her friends and allies the United Nations nominated her into the Presidency and the position was hers for the next fifty years. Her fragile fingers slipped over the face of Trevor, imagining the young lips she had once kissed, the young cheeks she had once brushed. Tears slowly maneuvered down the wrinkled skin of her face and fell down unto the picture. Such memories came with a cost now more than ever. She could remember the good times, but she was stuck with the worst overall life.
A long time ago she had loved Trevor, back when her skin was fresh, back when her hair was blonde. She couldn’t help herself as the memories of her first kiss with him, the memories of their first time. She had begun fifty full years ago to anticipate the return of her friends. Fifty years ago she began the construction of the new command center, construction of the fully functional Android known as Omega 2. Knowing of her untimely demise she even had the wisdom to recreate her mind into a computerized AI.
She knew one day that she would die, she knew that one day her friends would return, perhaps not for revenge, but for the victory they had been deprived of fifty years ago. She was old now, she could not fight a war, she couldn’t even command on the front anymore. No now she was but a figure of peaceful times, peaceful times about to come to a very abrupt end.
"Hello, Veronica..." said a voice from her past. Before her was a blast from the past. Four figures in color-coded suits, the red one more or less in the center and the only one not wearing his helmet.
Trevor Barton, an old comrade, an old friend, and so much more. The three fully morphed Rangers were like statues, unmoving and silent. Although one couldn't see their faces, the tension was still very much present. It seemed that if they had had their way, Veronica would be dead already. But by Barton's request, order actually, since he essentially had to pull rank and threaten to kill them himself if they interfered in order to even have this conversation in the first place.
"...looks like we've been frozen for a lot longer than we thought. But you don't fool me. The rest of the world may think you as nothing more than an old woman, but I know better than that."
Trevor, the voice was like a crippling punch to the gut. She lifted her old weary eyes to the four figures in her doorway. She could easily believe it, and so knew it was going to happen sooner or later. She looked at Trevor and without even realizing it she had reached out with her old wrinkled hands and touched his hands untouched by the many years he had been in cryo sleep.
“Trevor, you have been sleeping for fifty years. Now and days I am but a very old women that helped defeat you mindless beasts.”
All this time, he moved closer to her, even knelt at her chair and even allowed himself a soft touch of her hair and gentle, loving smile. It was clear he remembered the old days, when they were all much happier, and when things were much simpler, "We need your help, Vee." He pleaded, even using the old pet name he used call her back then, one that only he had ever used to call her.
Unlike the others, it was clear he had no desire to hurt her, no doubt still plagued by his feelings for her. He didn't need to wait for answer though, she wasn't going to help them. She didn't back then and she wouldn't now. But he still had to try, he couldn't live with himself if he didn't.
“Help you? Trevor look at you. You have betrayed everything you once held dear…… Y…. You have betrayed me…… I loved you…… I would have done anything for you, but you chose aliens over me…. OVER THE PEOPLE YOU HAD BEEN ASKED TO PROTECT!”
With her angry words came stumbling tears as she rose from her seat. She was extremely skinny, actually sickly skinny. It was obvious she would not see many more years, but even so her fragile legs struggled out of the seat and she rose to her feet. She wasn’t the person she once was, she used to tower as the tallest over the Rangers and now she was hunched as she barely matched Trevor’s height.
“Finish it…… Finish what you started all those years ago Trevor. Kill me as I should have died fifty years ago. Just know one thing before you do…… I will always love you, but I wish you had chosen me.”
"Come on, just get this over with, already!" the voice of one of the other rangers said sharply. A quick glare from Trevor immediately shut them up. He was the Red Ranger, the leader, the one calling the shots and for a damn good reason too. He could probably take any one, hell, even two of the other Rangers in a fight and they bloody well knew it.
“Do it Trevor, and see what is left of your humanity disappear.”
With one more remorseful look at Veronica, Trevor's expression hardened and he called forth his helmet, putting it on in a brisk, almost sharp movement. In that same motion he delivered a quick, cold spin kick that would hit Veronica directly in her left temple. At her age, such a blow would be instantly and, at least Travor hoped, painlessly lethal. He didn't care if the others mocked his mercy, she had been their trusted friend and comrade for years before all the shit went down. She deserved this much, and if one of the others wanted to bitch about it that much then they would have Trevor to answer to, "Let's go." he told them, walking past the team briskly and coldly, "We have a war to win."
The kick struck her hard on the temple as it did the old women fell to the floor all life gone from her fragile body. The memories of the past still haunting her eyes, and a soft grin reflected on her lips.
The Command Center erupted into a frenzy of alarms as the last beat of Veronica’s heart beat many miles away. The Android Omega 2 stood over the control panels as he pressed many buttons in an attempt to find out what happened. The face of Veronica appeared on the cylinder like computer screen in the room.
“Initiate protocol Omega Rangers.”
Veronica’s floating face looked towards Omega 2 as she spoke, and the Android after hearing her words started working on the consoles again this time typing away extremely quickly.
“Omega 2 recruit a team of Teenagers with attitude.”
The Android set about his job and started working away at his control panel. Human’s he had only once been in the presence of a human and that was with his creator, Veronica. A voice and being that even now controlled the very Control Center he was now located in.
“Veronica, if we are initiating Protocol Omega Rangers that would mean…….”
“Yes Omega, Veronica has left this world and she triggered me to activate. The Neo Rangers must have taken her life. We must hurry before the Neo Rangers secure the beacon. Recruit the people we need, so that we might once more protect the Earth from the forces of Evil.”
Omega looked through the computer files one at a time before his artificial eyes laid on the file he needed. He opened the file of names that Veronica had created but a few months ago. Names of people that would make for good Power Rangers. Omega inputted the names into the transport computer and waited for them to now come to him and Veronica.