Jaden Rose
11-08-2008, 07:41 PM
A Universe Reborn: A Power Rangers Story
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Well, since MMPR reboots are so common nowadays, and there are legions of fans willing to change the PR Universe to abolish plot holes or simply make the Universe something that they have imagined, I figured I could reboot the entire PR Universe, starting (and most likely ending) with the Zordon era. Most fans will probably hate me for changing things around, breaking traditions and such, but a few might actually like it. Well… here it goes… (Oh, and by the way, this will be rated T to M for fluctuating language, violence, and adult situations, some sensual.)
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Prologue
Eltar, 10,000 years ago
The sky was dark and cold as it let dazzling drops of transparently silver-colored rain come down on the tranquil planet, drenching any member of the human-like Eltarian race if they couldn’t get within their homes in time. Even though civilization on this planet was usually peaceful and far advanced, the ground wasn’t covered with the concrete ground or the asphalt roads we know today. Therefore, everyone caught in the rain had to wipe mud and dirt off their cloaks and clothing when they entered their golden, domed houses, which, oddly, did have appropriate flooring, made of the finest marble. None of these people were aware, however, of the incident going on within one of Eltar’s grandest buildings: the research lab.
The lab was supposed to be a beautiful place from the start, being built from the brightest gold, silver, and bronze from Eltar’s mines. It was supposed to be a place where Eltarians could further their knowledge, which was usually the most important thing for anyone on this planet. It was an unusually bright place, the halls having been illuminated by the best sorcerers Eltar had to offer, though it wasn’t necessarily a clean place. Each room often had scrolls and parchment all over the floor, maybe even a few wires here and there. While Eltar didn’t use electricity to fuel any sort of technology the planet had to offer, things like computers and robots were powered by other, more magical means. Often, loud crashes and explosions were heard as Eltarian scientists and creators failed at their experiments or actually managed to create something… if it was by accident.
Today, however, the lab seemed to be dreary and empty… even quiet, except for the rapid, urgent footfalls of two figures and small crackling explosions. One of these figures was a man, dressed in singed and smoking white robes, clutched a large metal case, which covered the burning hole in his chest, which was all too visible as it had pierced his back also. His bald head was covered with beads of sweat as he strained to keep consciousness and keep running. He had to get the case as far from the lab as possible. He had to get to a safe place where he might be able to deal with his wounds better. He had to get to the shuttle pod clearings, just outside of the main civilization.
The other figure was a short, somewhat blocky robot with a disk-shaped head. Across the middle of this disk was a red band, with a red light constantly streaming back and forth. His body was completely red, with blue colored arms, and a pulsating yellow lightning bolt on his chest. “Ai yi yi,” the robot exclaimed, as it tried to use its arm to support the bald man as they ran, but it was too small to reach up to the man’s shoulders. “Slow down, Zordon. I can’t keep up.”
“I can’t Alpha, and you know that,” Zordon panted, trying to increase his pace. As much as he tried to run, however, he actually started to slow anyways and, soon, Zordon’s pace slowed to a slow, limp-like jog. He put his hand over the hole in his chest, as if he was trying to keep air and stamina from pouring out of his body. “Maybe…” Zordon said quietly and breathlessly, as he finally slumped down the hallway wall, “you should go on ahead with the case, Alpha. I can hold them off long enough for you to get to the shuttles, I believe.”
“Zordon, no!” Alpha moaned, his squeaky robotic voice echoing through the lab halls. “I can’t leave you behind like this. It’s not in my programmi- ah!” A blazing red bolt of lightning shot out from the darkness at the end of the hall, going high and exploding against the ceiling in a shower of sparks, making Zordon get up quickly in surprise. He winced heavily, however, and leaned back on the wall. Staring at the other end of the hallway, Zordon shoved the metal case into Alpha’s arms, along with a glowing blue cube.
“Go to the shuttles and get to the planet we call Aquaterra. If I am able, I will meet you there, but, in the meantime, plant the cube in a deserted place. You’ll know what to do afterwards,” Zordon muttered, pressing a few buttons on Alpha’s back plate. Alpha slumped for a moment, making a soft whirring noise, before snapping back up and running towards the lab exit; his minor protocols having been changed. “May the power protect you, Zordon! I’m sorry,” Alpha called behind him, before he disappeared out of sight. Zordon smiled grimly, before standing up weakly.
“Come on out, Zedd… I know you want to at least see my face before you, shall I say, kill me,” Zordon called, stumbling towards the darkness of the other end of the hall. A sharp yell was heard, before a shockwave came rushing towards Zordon, making him dodge to the side. The shockwave crashed against the lab’s hall, blowing a large hole in it. “Rita, too, huh? Figures…” Zordon muttered, before casting an illumination spell in the hall.
Immediately, the light shined throughout the whole lab, instead of just the hall… a symbol of overcastting. Zordon stared down at the other two at the end of the hall, even though they were flanked by creatures that Eltarians would only have nightmares of. The shorter of the two leaders was a woman, wearing a more flamboyant set of brown and gold robes, accented by a ruff of bright blue flowers… the traditional dress of a Cimmerian, or so the woman claimed. The other was taller… he wore black robes as dark as space, while the glint of armor was visible underneath them. His face wasn’t visible under a low hood, but what looked like a red visor glowed dangerously within.
“Ah, Zordon, why don’t you just give up? We are all looking to eradicate evil… so what if it’s a little different between us? I promise we will be praised as saviors,” Zedd, the black-robed one, said. The scepter in his hand flashed, the Z-head at the top catching the light most of all.
“You want to eradicate everything, Zedd, and whatever survives will have to bow to you and Rita. I will not be involved with this, other than to stop it,” Zordon muttered. He stared at Zedd with the upmost resentment, before turning his eyes to Rita. She stared back for a long while… perhaps a flash or two of regret crossing the gleam in her eyes, before she said, “Come now, Zordon… can’t we get along? It’s going to be alright no matter what…” Her voice was seductive, and lovely, but it had no effect on Zordon.
“Go sit in a ditch and die,” Zordon spat, evoking the fury of the two winged beasts behind Rita. “Never talk to Empress that way!” one growled in a deep and heavy voice, drawing a golden sword and putting it before him. The other did the same, though his sword was white as a bone. “Sphinx, Goldar, shut up!” Rita said angrily, before she raised her staff, adorned with a circular head, and pointed it at Zordon.
“If you won’t join us, you will die,” Rita said, before she took in a deep breath. Quickly, Zordon shoved his palm forward, releasing a large palm-shaped ball of energy. As Rita screamed her shockwave, it rebounded off the palm, blowing the energy back at her throat. Hitting her, Rita was blown back, though she kept her balance. She coughed and sputtered, growling a high-pitched, scratchy voice. “What have you done?!?!” Rita yelled, causing everyone, including herself, to cringe. Her voice was ruined, completely.
Zordon, however, didn’t answer. Instead, he rapidly spoke under his breath, both of his hands glowing with bright bluish-white light. Zordon put his hands out, saying, “Imprisonment technique!” The light enveloped the entire hallway, before waves of energy were passed over Rita and her minions, all of them freezing in their tracks before they could move. However, their angry yells and screams could be heard as the light started to die down, creating a large gold container in the place of Rita and the others. With another flash of light, the container disappeared to the first place that Zordon could think of: a small, barren planetoid far away from Eltar and far away from any civilization….
Sighing softly, Zordon leaned against the hall again, feeling woozy. His vision darkened a bit, as his breathing increased, coming more rapid and deep. “It… it’s over…” he said quietly, talking as much about his life as the confrontation. However, he heard a deep, malicious cackling as Zedd emerged before Zordon once more, brandishing his staff with dark abandon. Zedd had realized all too quickly what Zordon was doing, but, instead of raising his staff to save Rita, he had moved out of the way, dodging into a side room before the light could contain him. Zordon struggled to stand up, trying to muster all of his concentration… Zedd would be his last challenge this day.
“So, you got rid of Rita. Bravo, Zordon. You managed to save me the trouble of getting rid of her myself,” Zedd said, his staff glowing with the deep red lightning that had scared Alpha. Zordon’s hands came up in front of him, trying to materialize a gold and white staff, but failing. His concentration was going in and out… “How can you win now, Zordon? You were so great, but, yet, a single blast from my Z-Scepter has all but killed you… but, that is about to be changed. Once I kill you, I’ll dismember that damned automaton and take the powers in that box for my own,” Zedd said, his visor flashing as if it was reacting to his sadistic glee.
“You will never get that box… those powers will never submit to the forces of evil,” Zordon muttered. Zedd laughed, saying, “Ah, yes… because you formed them, they are incorruptible… blah blah blah. There is one power in that box that I have created, remember? And with that power and my Scepter, I can corrupt the others within days.”
Zordon smiled grimly, yet again, saying, “Ah, but that power, as I recall, was last in Rita’s hands…”
“What is your point, fool?” Zedd retorted.
“She never gave it back… in fact, that coin is with her right now, stuck in a golden dumpster, and being quite useless in her hands. If I recall correctly, the power only chooses powerful ones… she was just defeated,” Zordon said, smiling still. “And, with your power, I’d say you’ll be able to find that dumpster in, oh, twenty thousand years or so.”
Zedd’s visor flashed dangerously. A low growl escaped his lips, which quickly became an infuriated scream. Zordon quickly started casting under his breath as Zedd swung his Z-Sceptor, shooting a wave of red lightning surging towards Zordon. With his last amounts of body stamina, Zordon rolled under the wave, coming within a foot of Zedd. Reaching out, Zordon yelled, “Release!”
His hand glowed a very bright bluish-white color as it released a large jet of flames of the same color. The flames quickly enveloped Zedd, burning the flesh from his body, and making his robes alight with the fire. It was all consuming and furious, causing Zedd to scream out in pure agony and fear for his life. It was a horrible smelling mess as his metal armor fused to the muscle mass and bone that was left, causing him to look like a semi-skeletal monster. With his Z-Scepter falling to the ground, Zedd fell back… defeated.
Zordon didn’t smile at all now. Zedd used to be his most trusted friend. Rita, as well. Now, one was dead, and the other was likely to be doomed to be stuck in a container for all of eternity with at least 5 ferocious monsters… that was just as much as a death sentence as well. However, with his vision fading all too quickly and a sort of weightlessness creeping through his body, Zordon fell to his knees, struggling to keep his breath. With all of his magical energy just about gone, he had no hope of saving this body… Quietly whispering, Zordon’s eyes started to glow. Thinking of nothing but his family and his own last rites of his living being, Zordon felt his soul separate from his body. He could still think, but he could no longer feel physically. He only held deep regret for his fallen comrades, even if they were still alive in body, their good spirits were all but gone… Zordon let the spiritual magic guide him into another dimension, a time warp for spirits, if you will. Even in spirit, he would continue on… he would fight evils for years to come…
However, as soon as Zordon’s body slumped and died physically, the charred and beaten body of Zedd reached out pathetically for his Z-Scepter. The people surely would have heard the explosions and the flame spell that had enveloped Zedd. They would come to check. Thanking himself, and only himself, for shooting Zordon with that energy bolt when he was unaware, Zedd let his arm crawl out and retrieve the scepter. Zordon had been too weak to kill him all at once, Zedd thought. But, now, he would end this pathetic world and become something more, even in this stunted state. He would learn to live with it. Holding the scepter in his hand, he willed it to release a massive amount of energy, letting it go off like a nuclear bomb… Thousands of Eltarians died, but the ones that survived never found Zedd’s body, nor any trace of the laboratory left. Just Zordon’s body and thousands of dead Eltarians.
As one shuttle launched towards the planet the Eltarians called Aquaterra, or, rather, what we call planet Earth, another one shot off towards other planets. They would all fall by the power of Zedd’s hand. He would become a Lord to these conquered planets. However, Alpha would plant that cube in the middle of a desert that would later become a part of California… and that’s where everything will begin… where everything would stand together in unity… or fall in pieces.
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Well, since MMPR reboots are so common nowadays, and there are legions of fans willing to change the PR Universe to abolish plot holes or simply make the Universe something that they have imagined, I figured I could reboot the entire PR Universe, starting (and most likely ending) with the Zordon era. Most fans will probably hate me for changing things around, breaking traditions and such, but a few might actually like it. Well… here it goes… (Oh, and by the way, this will be rated T to M for fluctuating language, violence, and adult situations, some sensual.)
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Prologue
Eltar, 10,000 years ago
The sky was dark and cold as it let dazzling drops of transparently silver-colored rain come down on the tranquil planet, drenching any member of the human-like Eltarian race if they couldn’t get within their homes in time. Even though civilization on this planet was usually peaceful and far advanced, the ground wasn’t covered with the concrete ground or the asphalt roads we know today. Therefore, everyone caught in the rain had to wipe mud and dirt off their cloaks and clothing when they entered their golden, domed houses, which, oddly, did have appropriate flooring, made of the finest marble. None of these people were aware, however, of the incident going on within one of Eltar’s grandest buildings: the research lab.
The lab was supposed to be a beautiful place from the start, being built from the brightest gold, silver, and bronze from Eltar’s mines. It was supposed to be a place where Eltarians could further their knowledge, which was usually the most important thing for anyone on this planet. It was an unusually bright place, the halls having been illuminated by the best sorcerers Eltar had to offer, though it wasn’t necessarily a clean place. Each room often had scrolls and parchment all over the floor, maybe even a few wires here and there. While Eltar didn’t use electricity to fuel any sort of technology the planet had to offer, things like computers and robots were powered by other, more magical means. Often, loud crashes and explosions were heard as Eltarian scientists and creators failed at their experiments or actually managed to create something… if it was by accident.
Today, however, the lab seemed to be dreary and empty… even quiet, except for the rapid, urgent footfalls of two figures and small crackling explosions. One of these figures was a man, dressed in singed and smoking white robes, clutched a large metal case, which covered the burning hole in his chest, which was all too visible as it had pierced his back also. His bald head was covered with beads of sweat as he strained to keep consciousness and keep running. He had to get the case as far from the lab as possible. He had to get to a safe place where he might be able to deal with his wounds better. He had to get to the shuttle pod clearings, just outside of the main civilization.
The other figure was a short, somewhat blocky robot with a disk-shaped head. Across the middle of this disk was a red band, with a red light constantly streaming back and forth. His body was completely red, with blue colored arms, and a pulsating yellow lightning bolt on his chest. “Ai yi yi,” the robot exclaimed, as it tried to use its arm to support the bald man as they ran, but it was too small to reach up to the man’s shoulders. “Slow down, Zordon. I can’t keep up.”
“I can’t Alpha, and you know that,” Zordon panted, trying to increase his pace. As much as he tried to run, however, he actually started to slow anyways and, soon, Zordon’s pace slowed to a slow, limp-like jog. He put his hand over the hole in his chest, as if he was trying to keep air and stamina from pouring out of his body. “Maybe…” Zordon said quietly and breathlessly, as he finally slumped down the hallway wall, “you should go on ahead with the case, Alpha. I can hold them off long enough for you to get to the shuttles, I believe.”
“Zordon, no!” Alpha moaned, his squeaky robotic voice echoing through the lab halls. “I can’t leave you behind like this. It’s not in my programmi- ah!” A blazing red bolt of lightning shot out from the darkness at the end of the hall, going high and exploding against the ceiling in a shower of sparks, making Zordon get up quickly in surprise. He winced heavily, however, and leaned back on the wall. Staring at the other end of the hallway, Zordon shoved the metal case into Alpha’s arms, along with a glowing blue cube.
“Go to the shuttles and get to the planet we call Aquaterra. If I am able, I will meet you there, but, in the meantime, plant the cube in a deserted place. You’ll know what to do afterwards,” Zordon muttered, pressing a few buttons on Alpha’s back plate. Alpha slumped for a moment, making a soft whirring noise, before snapping back up and running towards the lab exit; his minor protocols having been changed. “May the power protect you, Zordon! I’m sorry,” Alpha called behind him, before he disappeared out of sight. Zordon smiled grimly, before standing up weakly.
“Come on out, Zedd… I know you want to at least see my face before you, shall I say, kill me,” Zordon called, stumbling towards the darkness of the other end of the hall. A sharp yell was heard, before a shockwave came rushing towards Zordon, making him dodge to the side. The shockwave crashed against the lab’s hall, blowing a large hole in it. “Rita, too, huh? Figures…” Zordon muttered, before casting an illumination spell in the hall.
Immediately, the light shined throughout the whole lab, instead of just the hall… a symbol of overcastting. Zordon stared down at the other two at the end of the hall, even though they were flanked by creatures that Eltarians would only have nightmares of. The shorter of the two leaders was a woman, wearing a more flamboyant set of brown and gold robes, accented by a ruff of bright blue flowers… the traditional dress of a Cimmerian, or so the woman claimed. The other was taller… he wore black robes as dark as space, while the glint of armor was visible underneath them. His face wasn’t visible under a low hood, but what looked like a red visor glowed dangerously within.
“Ah, Zordon, why don’t you just give up? We are all looking to eradicate evil… so what if it’s a little different between us? I promise we will be praised as saviors,” Zedd, the black-robed one, said. The scepter in his hand flashed, the Z-head at the top catching the light most of all.
“You want to eradicate everything, Zedd, and whatever survives will have to bow to you and Rita. I will not be involved with this, other than to stop it,” Zordon muttered. He stared at Zedd with the upmost resentment, before turning his eyes to Rita. She stared back for a long while… perhaps a flash or two of regret crossing the gleam in her eyes, before she said, “Come now, Zordon… can’t we get along? It’s going to be alright no matter what…” Her voice was seductive, and lovely, but it had no effect on Zordon.
“Go sit in a ditch and die,” Zordon spat, evoking the fury of the two winged beasts behind Rita. “Never talk to Empress that way!” one growled in a deep and heavy voice, drawing a golden sword and putting it before him. The other did the same, though his sword was white as a bone. “Sphinx, Goldar, shut up!” Rita said angrily, before she raised her staff, adorned with a circular head, and pointed it at Zordon.
“If you won’t join us, you will die,” Rita said, before she took in a deep breath. Quickly, Zordon shoved his palm forward, releasing a large palm-shaped ball of energy. As Rita screamed her shockwave, it rebounded off the palm, blowing the energy back at her throat. Hitting her, Rita was blown back, though she kept her balance. She coughed and sputtered, growling a high-pitched, scratchy voice. “What have you done?!?!” Rita yelled, causing everyone, including herself, to cringe. Her voice was ruined, completely.
Zordon, however, didn’t answer. Instead, he rapidly spoke under his breath, both of his hands glowing with bright bluish-white light. Zordon put his hands out, saying, “Imprisonment technique!” The light enveloped the entire hallway, before waves of energy were passed over Rita and her minions, all of them freezing in their tracks before they could move. However, their angry yells and screams could be heard as the light started to die down, creating a large gold container in the place of Rita and the others. With another flash of light, the container disappeared to the first place that Zordon could think of: a small, barren planetoid far away from Eltar and far away from any civilization….
Sighing softly, Zordon leaned against the hall again, feeling woozy. His vision darkened a bit, as his breathing increased, coming more rapid and deep. “It… it’s over…” he said quietly, talking as much about his life as the confrontation. However, he heard a deep, malicious cackling as Zedd emerged before Zordon once more, brandishing his staff with dark abandon. Zedd had realized all too quickly what Zordon was doing, but, instead of raising his staff to save Rita, he had moved out of the way, dodging into a side room before the light could contain him. Zordon struggled to stand up, trying to muster all of his concentration… Zedd would be his last challenge this day.
“So, you got rid of Rita. Bravo, Zordon. You managed to save me the trouble of getting rid of her myself,” Zedd said, his staff glowing with the deep red lightning that had scared Alpha. Zordon’s hands came up in front of him, trying to materialize a gold and white staff, but failing. His concentration was going in and out… “How can you win now, Zordon? You were so great, but, yet, a single blast from my Z-Scepter has all but killed you… but, that is about to be changed. Once I kill you, I’ll dismember that damned automaton and take the powers in that box for my own,” Zedd said, his visor flashing as if it was reacting to his sadistic glee.
“You will never get that box… those powers will never submit to the forces of evil,” Zordon muttered. Zedd laughed, saying, “Ah, yes… because you formed them, they are incorruptible… blah blah blah. There is one power in that box that I have created, remember? And with that power and my Scepter, I can corrupt the others within days.”
Zordon smiled grimly, yet again, saying, “Ah, but that power, as I recall, was last in Rita’s hands…”
“What is your point, fool?” Zedd retorted.
“She never gave it back… in fact, that coin is with her right now, stuck in a golden dumpster, and being quite useless in her hands. If I recall correctly, the power only chooses powerful ones… she was just defeated,” Zordon said, smiling still. “And, with your power, I’d say you’ll be able to find that dumpster in, oh, twenty thousand years or so.”
Zedd’s visor flashed dangerously. A low growl escaped his lips, which quickly became an infuriated scream. Zordon quickly started casting under his breath as Zedd swung his Z-Sceptor, shooting a wave of red lightning surging towards Zordon. With his last amounts of body stamina, Zordon rolled under the wave, coming within a foot of Zedd. Reaching out, Zordon yelled, “Release!”
His hand glowed a very bright bluish-white color as it released a large jet of flames of the same color. The flames quickly enveloped Zedd, burning the flesh from his body, and making his robes alight with the fire. It was all consuming and furious, causing Zedd to scream out in pure agony and fear for his life. It was a horrible smelling mess as his metal armor fused to the muscle mass and bone that was left, causing him to look like a semi-skeletal monster. With his Z-Scepter falling to the ground, Zedd fell back… defeated.
Zordon didn’t smile at all now. Zedd used to be his most trusted friend. Rita, as well. Now, one was dead, and the other was likely to be doomed to be stuck in a container for all of eternity with at least 5 ferocious monsters… that was just as much as a death sentence as well. However, with his vision fading all too quickly and a sort of weightlessness creeping through his body, Zordon fell to his knees, struggling to keep his breath. With all of his magical energy just about gone, he had no hope of saving this body… Quietly whispering, Zordon’s eyes started to glow. Thinking of nothing but his family and his own last rites of his living being, Zordon felt his soul separate from his body. He could still think, but he could no longer feel physically. He only held deep regret for his fallen comrades, even if they were still alive in body, their good spirits were all but gone… Zordon let the spiritual magic guide him into another dimension, a time warp for spirits, if you will. Even in spirit, he would continue on… he would fight evils for years to come…
However, as soon as Zordon’s body slumped and died physically, the charred and beaten body of Zedd reached out pathetically for his Z-Scepter. The people surely would have heard the explosions and the flame spell that had enveloped Zedd. They would come to check. Thanking himself, and only himself, for shooting Zordon with that energy bolt when he was unaware, Zedd let his arm crawl out and retrieve the scepter. Zordon had been too weak to kill him all at once, Zedd thought. But, now, he would end this pathetic world and become something more, even in this stunted state. He would learn to live with it. Holding the scepter in his hand, he willed it to release a massive amount of energy, letting it go off like a nuclear bomb… Thousands of Eltarians died, but the ones that survived never found Zedd’s body, nor any trace of the laboratory left. Just Zordon’s body and thousands of dead Eltarians.
As one shuttle launched towards the planet the Eltarians called Aquaterra, or, rather, what we call planet Earth, another one shot off towards other planets. They would all fall by the power of Zedd’s hand. He would become a Lord to these conquered planets. However, Alpha would plant that cube in the middle of a desert that would later become a part of California… and that’s where everything will begin… where everything would stand together in unity… or fall in pieces.