POWER RANGERS RE-BOOT
Chapter one: The chosen ones
Rita sits at her extravagantly cushioned throne a crystal orb as black as night sits within hands reach. She waves her hand past the orb, waves ripple through its insides as if it where a water droplet. The witch stares into the blackness until a vague image appears. It steadily gets clearer and clearer. A City? So Zordon and his team did pull off there plan. They populated that rock with there genetics. Look at the barbaric heathens and there toy like technology." Rita smirks as she looks deeper into the orb. "I could destroy them all with one spell"
The city of angle groves is laid out in front of the Witches eyes, she senses a weak energy source hidden in an underground cave near the city. Could that be Zordons energy level I sense? Is he really that weak? Rita thinks to herself.
A golden armor clad wolf demon walks into the throne room and stands next to Repulsa "The other rangers must have all died off, the fools" The demon says.
Rita waves her hand abruptly dismissing the demon and says. Retrieve the book Goldar
"Witch one will you summon first?" Goldar asks as he walks out of the throne room.
Rita continues to stare into the blackness of the orb in an almost hypnotized state.
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Zordon has been around for a long time, being the last of the earth watchers he has seen a lot. The coming and going of the dinosaurs. The rise of the pyramids and society. dark times, light times and everything in between. Now that his body has long past and his conscious is long over due he must find replacement watchers. Replacement power rangers.
He vowed to find a way to keep earth protected after his time is up and he fades away into the void. He calls out with his minds eye searching for the chosen ones. One by one he locks on and teleports them to the secret underground lair.
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This is where each of you will describe what you where doing before being whisked away and instantly teleported to the hideout. You will show up one by one and meet Zordon, Alpha 5 and the other chosen ones as they arrive.

It had been a fairly average day at Angel Grove University, Saya had stayed late at the medical school library with some of her classmates to go over the most recent homework assignments. As exams were still a ways away, the library was not going to be open all night, so Saya and her classmates left when the library closed. They parted ways, each going to their respective dorms. The campus, which was normally chaotic and crowded with frantic students was completely empty and silent, which Saya found charming. She strolled slowly through the unusually cold night, even breathing out intentionally to appreciate the small but fascinating phenomenon of seeing her breath condense. She looked up at the moon, deep in thought, taking in its white glow, unaware that her fate would soon be tied in mortal conflict with the cruel being that now ruled there.

Everything comes to an end. Love, hate, betrayal. The greed of wealth, the lust of power, the comfort in religion. In the final moment, everyone falls, even the kings of empires and the princes of darkness. In the silence of the tomb, we all get what we deserve.

Relieved by the thought that for him that day was far away, Avis Lancaster let out a sigh. Closing his novel as he rubbed away at his weary eyes. Glancing up he then took stock of the bus on which he travelled, his tired eyes passing over the other four passengers before lowering themselves back to his book. The last snowfall. Avis smirked as he studied the black book's cover, an idle hand running itself along it as it traced the gold and red flower petals sewn into it's felt. He then let his mind wonder, continuing his caress as he recalled the story of a spy, a guard and a president's daughter.

Raising a hand as to cover his mouth, he yawned, looking out the window to his right as his mind snapped back to reality. Again his hand reached up, this time making for his left ear. Closing his eyes he scratched it, suppressing a slight groan of pleasure before reopening them. Looking through the glass, the eighteen year old watched as two children, each not much younger than himself, chased one another in the night. Their mother yelling excitedly at them as she looked on. Amused, Avis looked back, straining his neck as a smile lined his face. He mouthed the word "cute".

Before long Lancaster once again found himself lost in a trance, his mind lost from reality as he re-immersed himself in his book. His face shifting from looks of content, intrigue and disgust as he scanned the aged pages of the novel. Absorbing not only the knowledge, but also the emotions each of the characters possessed as he did. Pausing, he took a moment to reflect on his life and how the book could connect. The absence of his parents, the constant feeling of neglect, it all granted him a greater feeling of appreciation. Not only for life, but also for the finer things, like his books.

A baritoned voice then shot through the bus, resounding across it's hull in echoes as it cried out the address of it's next stop. Taken aback by it's suddenness, Avis raised his head with superfluous haste. Partly frightened by the realization that it was his stop, he slammed his elbow against the horizontal yellow strip just under his window. The bus came to a stop.

Jumping up, he grabbed his bag and continued to shove his book into it. Tossing the black velvet knapsack over one shoulder as he made his way to the vehicles front. Apologetically, he nodded at the bus driver, assuming that the elderly woman would be annoyed by his late request to stop. She simply smiled. Stepping off of the bus, Avis reached into his pocket with his left hand. Gripping his bag's strap with the other, he revealed and unlocked a chrome iPhone 5 and quickly dialed in a number. Leaving the intersection he made his way down the drive, listening to the rings his phone made as it attempted the call.

The line connected. "Ello?"

"Hey Elise, It's me. Whuzz'up?" Content with the fact that she had picked up, he smiled, looking at his all white high top sneakers as he listened to her voice.

"Shit. Avis? Aren't you supposed to be at work?" It was more of a statement than a question, as her voice seemed to hold a hint of annoyance. Gingerly Avis pulled up the collars of his white leather jacket, eyes still upon his feet as he crossed an adjacent side road.

"Naw, switched to the early shift." His voice lowered, subconsciously, he switched to an injured tone."I can call back if I'm interrupting."

Her response was instant. "Sorry, so what did you want Lancaster?"

"Nothing." He lied. "Just wanted to say hi." At this point Avis had looked up and was peering down the street, his green eyes squinting periodically as oncoming headlights rushed by. Shivering as a sudden cold breeze kissed at the black waved, and lowly cut hair upon his head, he then lowered his gaze.

"Where are you?" Ignoring her, he made a left and a smug smile lined his face. "Ello? Avis, you still there?" He hung up, making second and sharp left as he leapt up some small steps prior to ringing the buzzer upon a door. Without hesitation he shoved his phone into his jeans pocket, wincing as he struggled to squeeze his hand into his black skinnies. Ignoring the stinging sensation as he recalled it, he then ran the hand over his hair and nervously adjusted the black tee shirt he wore beneath his jacket. The door cracked.

"Je suis rentré." Unprepared for her lunging hug, he staggered, nearly falling off of the ledge before embracing her in return. He smiled as he noticed the scent of lavender upon her. However, the moment was ended when Elise muttered something incoherent.

"What?" Looking down, Avis held them apart. His eyes finding her dark browm irises as he whispered with curiosity.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Though it seemed innocent enough, something about her inquiry worried him. While he had thought nothing of it at first, he then glanced at the bed robe over her naked frame, and suddenly feared she was not alone. Rather than ask, he simply shot her a look, one mixed of confusion and worry. Understanding she simply hugged him, kissing his cheek apologetically before she grabbed his hand. She then led him inside.

Once inside, Elise giggled playfully. Blowing a kiss at Avis as she pulled out two yellow scrunchies and put her long auburn hair into pigtails. Shaking his head with a smile, he shut the door, following her across her apartment's lobby as he checked his watch. A quarter to twelve midnight. The somnolent teen let out a sigh.

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Laying across Elise's bed, Avis ran his hand along her cheek. Glancing down at her as she snuggled against his frame, his heavy leather jacket now replacing the red robe she had worn over her bare skin. Half leaning against her bedroom wall, he eyed her wall mounted flat screen with departed interest. Flicking from channel to channel as he listened to her oral physics report. After another minute Elise began running her hand up and down his stomach, tracing his abs through his shirt as she concluded her report.

"So, how was it?" Having only listened to the main points and notations, his answer was a type of half truth.

"Good. I'd revise that bit about Gravity being the ultimate joker though." Again he shot her a glance, smirking as he waited for her response.

"Why? Gravity's unidirectional - attractive only. There is no equal and opposite antigravity." Playfully, she pounded on his chest. She then rolled over exaggeratedly, pressing her bare chest against his stomach as she looked up into his eyes.

He simply raised his left brow, causing the twenty year old girl to absent-mindedly giggle as he issued his response.

"Because. I mean, while you can’t shield yourself off from gravity, it does drop off in intensity via the inverse square law relationship. Even though it dominates the entire universe; Holding stars, solar systems, galaxies, and even clusters of galaxies together. All we have to do to escape it is go into orbit and experience Zero-G.

Same goes for Entropy. Technically, local pockets of entropy can be reversed. At the expense of increasing entropy outside of that local pocket. Like, our lives and activities are one constant battle to try and reverse local entropy, but all that is at the expense of increasing entropy in the the cosmos. Cause no matter what, we're always expending our store of energy.

I'd say time's the ultimate joker. It’s unidirectional everywhere for everyone. Sure, rate-of-change can slow down for someone in high and constant acceleration and/or experiencing, or in the presence of, a very high gravitational environment. But the slowing down of time, is only from the perspective of someone looking on. The person in question would still note their own personal time ticking away at the usual rate. So once you consider Steven Hawkings' Chronology Protection Conjecture, you can only conclude that time can't be stopped or reversed. The universe doesn't allow it."

Elise sighed, loosing an "whatever" as she crawled up as to kiss his lips. He met her half way. For a while, that was how they remained, locked in passionate embrace. Each pulling the other closer as they lost themselves in a moment of bliss. With a final tug Avis then moved away, sitting up before gently setting her aside as to hop off of the bed. A worried look lined her face.

"T'inquiète. I'm going for a drink." Noting her expression, he turned back as to kiss her forehead reassuringly before looking to her face. With a smile she nodded her head. Satisfied, Avis exited the room and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. As he opened the fridge, he glanced at his watch. A bit annoyed as its illuminative LCD screen began to flash and the watch ringingly beeped.

Bending forward awkwardly, the teenager went on to scan the contents of the fridge, grunting in protest as his eyes moved from vegetable juices and sodas to water. Finally, after another glance, he smirked and grabbed up both a carton of milk and a lone vodka forty. He held the latter up as to look at it before glancing at the steps. The words "she would" leaving his lips as he shook his head idly. Opening the carton, he took a sip, shaking it in his hand as he realized it was less then half full. Placing it back on the counter, Avis then quickly poured a twelfth of the forty into the carton and returned the bottle to the fridge.

He had only gotten half way towards the steps when it happened. Before he could react, there was a sudden flash of blinding white light. He felt his stomach drop, feeling as if he was falling, thus tensed. It was only after he had reopened his eyes, having shut them painfully at the emergence of the sudden flash of light, that Avis realized he was no longer within Elise's kitchen. Instead finding himself within what he could make out to be a room of unearthly decoration.

As Saya was looking at the moon, a light suddenly surrounded her. Before she had time to register that it was even there it had gone. It was suddenly warmer and brighter than a moment ago. I quick glance at her surroundings told her that she was no longer outside. Her first thought was that a car may have bumped her through a door into a building, but for one, she hadn't felt any sort of impact, and for two, this place looked nothing like any building on campus that she knew of. She considered the highly improbable possibility of teleportation but decided to suspend any conjecture until she had more information.

Reassessing her current surroundings, it was a strange, circular room that seemed populated with advanced technology, or what pretended to be advanced technology. In the center was a raised platform ringed with consoles. There stood what looked like a small person with a strange saucer-shaped helmet with blinking lights. At the far end of the platform was a tall glass cylinder with a large face floating inside.

Saya felt a cold feeling in her stomach, but tried her best not to appear afraid. Nothing could have prepared her for this.

The heat of the early morning jungle was nearly unbearable, and sweat trickled down Max's face into his eyes. He wipes it away in one smooth motion, bringing his attention back to the scope of his rifle. The rifle is a VSS Vintorez, and was personally given to him by father for his services in fighting the "Enemy". Today he puts it to good use. He sights in his target, another member of the "Enemy" and squeezes the trigger without a second's thought...

Max shook himself awake, returning himself to his crummy apartment and his math homework. "Ugh, why do I always save math for last?" he asked no one in particular and looked around his dorm again.

It's not that he couldn't afford a better place, but despite his complaining, he actually kind of liked his one bed/ one bath slice of heaven, although he should probobly take out the garbage...

Max refocused on his math homework. It would probobly be easier to do in the morning after some sleep, but his cell phone showed 8:00, so he decided to press on. He almost put his pencil to his paper when suddenly felt the room get much brighter. Before he could say a word, his instincts began to scream at him. They told him to run and try to get to cover, but he felt paralyzed . The light grew brighter and it became all he could see.

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He stood alone in a open circular room, full of what could only be computers and flashing lights. Working at the computers looked like a cheap C3-PO with a big oval head and a lightening bolt on his chest.

"Wat die fok?" said Max, returning to his native Afrikaans.

It was late and Anna was tired. She’d had a long day, what with school, gymnastics and now an extended cheerleading practice to get the team ready for a competition at the end of the month. The coach had been working them hard for the past 2 hours at this point, and she didn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon, yelling at them which manoeuvres to perform, offering them little praise when they performed well, but quick to berate them when they made the slightest mistake. Anna looked around at the rest of the team, most of them completely worn out and disheartened, their effort going unnoticed.

Another hour passed. It was now 9PM. Sweat dripped from Anna’s forehead, her Angel Grove cheerleading uniform clinging to her skin, causing discomfort. Every limb ached and she felt dizzy.
“Alright, you can go.” The entire room seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. People hurriedly gathered their things and left, Anna joining them. She was far too hot to wear a coat, instead leaving it behind in her locker. This was a decision she regretted almost immediately upon setting foot outside. The cool air nipped at her skin, and the rapid change in temperature caused her to feel ill. She thought of returning for her coat, but just sighed and started the journey home.

When she finally arrived it was just before 10. She could think of nothing else but her bed and flopped down onto it when she got home, almost immediately drifting off to sleep. Her stomach, however would not let her sleep, waking her up with groans of hunger. She forced herself up and downstairs into the pitch black kitchen. She glanced at the clock on her way. Almost midnight. She was just in the middle of preparing something to eat when she felt something behind her. She turned slowly to see a blinding light, throwing up her arm to shield her eyes. “What-!?” Before she could finish the sentence she had been whisked away from her kitchen.

When she lowered her arm, she could see a large circular room, very futuristic with numerous computers, lights and what appeared to be some kind of robot. A quick glance around told her she was not alone, a few other people also in the room. “Who are you people? Where am I?” She asked, a quiver in her voice.

Lian focused hard on the tatami mats that where presented in front of him. He grips the black silken wrapped handle of his custom made samurai katana, holding the sword out in front of him. He takes a deep breath inhaling from his nose while clearing his mind of everything. At the very moment before the sword is swung in that instant before the blade strikes out Lian is completely content with life and the world. Like lightning flashing in the night sky, before you can take a breath his blade flies overhead slightly diagonal in angle striking the tatami mat. Before the severed Pease of bamboo can start falling off Lian has already pivoted on his heals spinning to face the next mat. His sword flashes horizontally melting through the target like butter. Lian lunges forwards with a sort of sliding motion swinging his sword up in an arcing sweep. The chunk of rolled bamboo flies hitting the ground with a thud. Lian finishes the kata and slides his sword back into its saya (Scabbard). He pulls a cloth out from inside his gee (training shirt) and wipes the sweat from his forehead. The moon glows in the distant night sky as the stars twinkle like a thousand lightning bugs. Lian loved training at night when it wasn't as hot. The backyard of his trailer was a great place to train, The overhead light he had bought at Wal-Mart clamped right on to the tree branch above.
Lian hops up the one step that led into the small boxy white trailer he had obtained for under nothing. The fading yellow stripe down the side and rusting exterior didn't help the bargain. Although the built-in stove was nice.
He quickly changes out of his white and black samurai training outfit that looked like a baggy dress to most and changes into a comfortable pair of black gym shorts with a blue PS4 shirt he had obtained from his new job working at BestBuy. The job wasn't much but paid for food and what little bills he had. He walked to work and lived a very care free life, he liked it this way.
He grabs an apple and hops back out into the yard. He sits down in his one and only blue plaid fold out lawn chair, props his feet up on his red igloo ice chest that rests right in front of the lawn chair and crunches into the crisp red apple chewing up the pulp and absorbing the delicious juice from within. Lian yawns and closes his eyes feeling a harsh falling sensation right as his eyelids shut. The world becomes one big blur, he hits the ground landing on his back, the apple rolling out of his hand. His eyes open, he is not where he once was. He is in a circular room flashing with strange looking computers, some people stand before him. A huge floating head catches Lians frantic attention. He is hit with a strong fight or flight urge. his eyes darting back and forth as he looks for his sword.

Rita stands in the center of a large pentacle,Her staff held tightly in one hand. The Stone floor as cold as ice. Ornate Iron candle holders line the circular room, twinkling flames melting the blood red wax candles as they drip into the catcher. A golden braced black leather book decorated in a Gothic fashion lays open on a wooden stand carved with fluttering bats and howling Jack o lanterns. She chants the summoning spell by heart as she waves her staff wildly with passion. "This heart so black I command you, hear my word, from the deepest depths of hell. a frozen beast of agony bow before me. The Witch you fear calls you to serve. I am your ruler, master of your destiny!"
The room grows darker and takes on a deep red hue. Rita steps out of the circle with a wave of her staff. The pentacle glows brightly, smoke streams out from the carved star symbol as a huge pillar of flames bursts up. A blood red demon hand reaches out from the fire followed by the demon him self. As huge as the whole room the demon roars in anger it's clawed hands reaching out as if to grab the witch. "Who dares summon me" the demon growls. Rita walks towards the beast.

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Alpha five holds his hands out in front of him self trying to settle and ease the groups mind. "Please, please every one is okay and safe. Please let mew explain my self." Alpha five pauses for a second but when every one seems to wait for him to continue he dose. "You have all just been teleported to this hidden location no one is in harm. All of you take a deep breath and compose your selves."
Zordon jumps in and says "this is my robotic counterpart, he is called Alpha five. I am Zordon, I seek your help in a grave situation."

Teleportation. The idea still seemed highly improbable even if that's what the saucer-headed 'robot' said, but a quick look around at the other people who were here suggested to Saya that they were just as confused as she was. Saya wondered if this was a stage for a play or a movie, and didn't know whether or not to play along. Being lost and confused, Saya maintained her composure and went with her default: etiquette, knowing that if she wanted answers, it was better to be polite first.

"Zordon, sir. Alpha Five, sir," Saya said quietly in a clear, airy, whispy voice, "My name is Saya Kaneshiro. It's a pleasure to meet you." She bowed her head slightly. "Please tell us about your grave situation, and why you need us to help."

"I am Zordon, I seek your help in a grave situation." said the giant floating head. Great, so we went from Star Wars to Wizard of Oz. thought Max. Though "Zordon" was trying to be civil, concerns still raged through Max's mind. Where are we? Are these Aliens? Why us five? And couldn't they wait until I was wearing something other than my pajamas?!

He turned to see who had been teleported with him. Max recognized a few but none of them by name. One of them, an Asian girl he had seen in one of his classes, introduced herself. She asked what this situation was all about. More importantly, Max asked himself, she should be asking what sort of grave situation required a bunch of twenty somethings in the middle of the night? He stayed quiet and awaited a response.

The Demon stares down at Repulsa with an evil glare.

"Well, well if it isn't the Witch Rita Repulsa herself. I thought you had decayed in that dumpster of a prison they trapped you in." The Demon shouts.

Rita calmly responds, "I need your assistance once more Aldrageroth, I presume you know why".

The demon Aldrageroth glares at Repulsa crosses his arms and says with his fiery booming voice, "Well then, I assume you still have what I want."

Rita reaches into her robes and pulls out a blood red crystal fashioned onto a silver chain necklace. She dangles the necklace by its chain the red now glowing crystal swaying back and fourth. Aldrageroth's eyes grow wide as he pears at the artifact. "I thought that it was destroyed in the battle between you and Zordon all those years ago".

Rita smirks and says, "The deal is still as it was before my unfortunate imprisonment. You supply me with all the demon forces that I need and I give you the Crystal once Zordon and the power forces are destroyed".

Aldrageroth smiles with an evil grin and responds, "Its good to be back in business with you Repulsa..."
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Alpha five explains the science behind what had just happened to you all in a long and agonizing lecture. After some time you all introduce yourselves to one another and set your attention on Zordon.
The huge floating head starts his story...
I am the last of an alien race that has been watching over the Earth for all of human history. Before my partners died we managed to destroy the forces of evil that plagued the Earth, a great time of peace began. It has been many years and I am now reduced to this time vortex, until now Alpha five has been my only physical link to the Earth.
The time of peace that has lasted so long I fear is about to come to an end. The evil Witch Rita Repulsa an alien we thought we had taken care of has returned and is stationed on the moon. She is immensely powerful with magic and the dark arts. She wants to take control of the Earth and use it for whatever horrid pleasures she desires.
She can still sense my power signature and hesitates to attack. If we use are time wisely we can transform you all into the next protectors of Earth. Although you think you may not be cut out for the job my powers seek out ones that have the potential to become great, no matter who you are now or what you have done in the past.
Before any of you can respond a huge screen powers on and shows demon like creatures emerging from the ground in the old town cemetery. "Rita has attacked there is no more time, you must protect the Earth". Alpha walks over and hands each of you a device no bigger then an I phone. The device is silver and holds a golden coin in the center, each coin is engraved with a different dinosaur or pre historic beast. "Use the power morphers to transform into what some people might call a super hero. You will gain extraordinary strength, speed, and stamina while transformed while also having access to advanced and super powerful weapons. First is your blade blaster, it is a laser blasting hand gun that can also be used as a dagger. Next is a weapon that will be unique to each of you, Red will get a sword, Blue will get a staff, Black will get the axe, Yellow will get duel daggers and pink will get the bow and arrow. You will have to learn how to use them. Lastly you will have the power to summon huge mechanical beasts represented by the golden coin in the center of your morpher. These mechanical beasts are called Zords and are highly advanced considered to be one of the most advanced super weapons in the galaxy. The Zords can come together to transform even again, this transformation is called Megazord and is capable of destroying whole city's in one swing of its mighty sword".
You are all teleported once again but this time its straight into the battle field. You see the tomb stones all around, its pitch black out with only the light of the moon shining down. Shadows seem to move all around you. A hand reaches up out of t he dirt and grabs Max Fischer's leg tugging at him. You all see the horrid demons start to pour out from the earth like zombies in some apocalyptic horror movie.

Saya had minimal understanding of quantum mechanics, needing to only know a bit to understand electrons due to their importance in biochemistry and neural signaling. Alpha 5's lecture, however, went completely over her head and probably also involved some astrophysics and relativity. Regardless of whether she understood or accepted his explanation, she had to believe that she was teleported because it had happened a second time. She had to believe that it was teleportation because only minutes ago she was on campus, now she was in a cemetery. It was nearly impossible for her to be moved from campus, to an unknown second location, and finally to a graveyard, even if it had been the nearest graveyard, within the amount of time that had transpired for all this to take place.

This being the case, she had to assume for the time being, that Zordon was telling the truth, the most pressing aspect of which was that Earth was in danger, and least believable of which that she was somehow qualified to defend it. Although at this point, it was fight or flight, her and the other four who had appeared in the strange room were now in a graveyard, seemingly surrounded by dangerous creatures. Escape seemed impossible, and maybe Saya would have resigned herself to her fate, but she couldn't stand letting the same happen to the others here. She looked at the 'power morpher device'. Zordon said it would transform her into a superhero. But how would she get it to work? She saw and heard a zombie hand reach out and grab one of the two young men's leg. Panicking, Saya fell to her knees, on the verge of tears, fiddling with the power morpher, shaking it, looking for buttons to press, and placing all her hopes in Zordon's words.

"Work, please, work!"