hen0219
07-15-2008, 11:31 AM
I'll be giving this a read later, but I did check out your opening credits.
They were really well put together, but I can definately tell you are a fan of Gossip Girl. I guess a cast is a cast, but I would think you should branch out to find actors from more than one show.
But all is good, I'll be reading later to give you more feedback.
Shycode
07-29-2008, 03:51 AM
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The palace on Earth's moon, once occupied by Emperor Lord Zedd and his wife Rita Repulsa towered over the vast valley of craters; a gem long forgotten in the never ending battle of good versus evil. Forgotten until now.
A large space craft hovered mere inches above the surface of the moon as it prepared to dock on a neglected landing platform. The craft was demonic in form. Its design was made out of two large boulders that gave the craft the symbolism of wing-like "ears" and from these boulders hung chained artifacts collected from galaxies foreign to Earth's. In the center of the two boulders was a monstrous skull, with deadly spikes protruding from the skull's jaw. It was the Space Skull, the personal traveling craft of Master Vile, conqueror of the M-51 Galaxy, dreaded throughout the universe. Steam poured from the skull's false nostrils as it came to a screeching halt atop the landing platform.
The outer bay doors to the Space Skull opened and five warriors dressed in blue spandex walked on board from the moons surface. Their faces were covered with masks of which were ritually painted in white twisted faces to represent the forces of darkness. The tallest warrior carried a large rod in his right hand, he appeared to be the leader of the group. In the arms of one of the more muscular warriors was a limp body covered with a black shawl. The warriors made their way through the corridors of the Space Skull, relieved that the craft had made the journey safely.
On board, smoke filled a large red tinted room. White pillars lined the walls of the room, their shadows reflecting on the grey marble floor from the flicker of two lit torches displayed next to a golden throne. The warriors entered the Space Skull's throne room through a large silver archway that allowed easy access for all five. A large cloaked figure with a head resembling that of the spacecraft stared forward at the pitiful sight before his eyes. He summoned for the tallest warrior with a beckoning hand gesture.
The warrior with the rod in its hand came forward and took a bow before Master Vile. In the upper right corner of the beings chest a badge displayed its rank. Leader. The warrior raised its right hand towards Master Vile to hand over the rod.
Master Viles eyes studied the long silver rod the warrior held in front of him, his eyes tracing from the bottom arrow point to the top where the base of the rod broke off, forming the letter "Z". He recognized the object instantly. Vile took the Z-Staff into his own right hand.
"Where did you find him?" Master Vile asked in a hoarse voice, his eyes moved over to the muscular warrior whose arms still hung onto the limp body.
"We picked up his distress signal on our way to Kalderon," the leader spoke. The tone of its voice had a faint hiss, suggesting that underneath the spandex facade, the warriors species was reptilian. "It seems he almost lost his life in a battle with one he called the Sentinel Knight. When we realized who he was, we contacted you immediately,"
Master Vile slammed the tip of the Z-Staff into the marble floor in anger. "The Sentinel Knight!" he exclaimed loudly. "I should have known,"
Master Vile arose from his seat and stepped down off the small platform which held his throne and towards the warrior which held the nearly lifeless body of his grandson Thrax Zedd, heir to the House of Vile and the Zedd Empire.He pulled back the black shawl that covered Thrax's face to admire the face of his grandson.
Thrax's humanoid appearance was badly scarred, completely wiping away any hint that he was half human. The battle he had encountered with a team of veteran Power Rangers and the newest line of multi-colored spandex clad super heroes had left him a shell of his former self. He rested peacefully in the warrior's strong arms, caught in a coma, unaware that he had been rescued.
"Come," Master Vile spoke, as he pulled the shawl back over Thrax's face.
"We'll tele-port him into the Moon Palace. I'm positive my daughter's rat of a henchmen Finister kept good medical supplies in that pathetic laboratory of his,"
"Wait for me! Wait for me!" shouted a female voice from the west hall of the throne room. A humanoid female came skipping through the corridor's doorway. She was dressed in leopard print spandex, bright orange armor covered her bosom and her bright orange hair sat in a bob like style on her hair. In Earth years, she would have been described as being in her late teens, but she was no mere teenager, being well over ten-thousand years old. Her name was Thundra and she had joined Vile several years after the fall of Dark Specter.
Within a matter of seconds all five warriors, Thrax, Master Vile, and Thundra disappeared in a bolt of lightning. When they re-emerged they were inside of the throne room of the abandoned Moon Palace. Debris was scattered all over the concrete stone floors, the wall fan no longer spinning at its eerie pace, the fog that poured over the floors all gone. Cobwebs covered the demonic throne that had belonged to Lord Zedd, and next to the moons balcony, Rita Repulsa's Repulsascope lay sideways on the floor, it too covered in a mass of cobwebs.
"This place is a treasure trove!" Thundra exclaimed as she ran over to examine the toppled over Repulsascope. She hadn't taken notice of the body in the arms of the warriors, nor did she care. "So many possibilities, a chance for re-emergence," she mumbled to herself.
Master Vile tuned out the incessant babble of his space companion and raised the Z-Staff into the air. Electricity shot out of the staff's tip, and produced a cushioned examination table in the middle of the murky floor.
"Lay him there," Master Vile instructed. "I'm going to go and retrieve the necessary supplies from the Lab. I can only hope that everything is still in place,"
The muscular warrior followed Master Vile's orders and gently laid the body of Thrax Zedd upon the examination table, relieved to finally be rid of the extra weight.
"Oh Vile!" Thundra cried out in excitement. "Can I play with the humans, maybe conjure up a thunderstorm or two?"
"Do as you please Thundra," Master Vile replied in a passive voice, not caring about anything other than reviving his grandson, and he rolled the examination table towards Finster's Laboratory.
Thundra threw her arms in the air to rejoice at Vile granting for her request. "I cannot wait to begin! I'd put thirty million Zanabatars on it that these humans have never seen thunderstorms of my caliber," she said to one of the warriors who scratched its head in response. Turning towards the balcony observatory she brought together both of her index fingers, making lightning emerge from the tips of each. With a wicked smile spread across her face, she prepared to fire.
OPENING CREDITS: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQ-D_3T7T-Y
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The main hallway of Angel Grove High School was filled with the sound of the first day of school. Freshman frantically trying to find their homeroom, bullies looking for fresh meat to ridicule, and educators fighting their way through the bustle with annoyed expressions on their faces. This familiar scenenary that occurred once every year only meant one thing. School was in again at the high school that had graduated more infamous students than it had received credit for when it had been placed on the map as the high school of the world famous Power Rangers in 1998. Enrollment increased, and it became the center of a media frenzy that had lasted a decade.
Junior football star Austin Canfield ascended from the staircase at the end of the main hallway, books in one hand, a football in the other. His golden hair was parted down the middle and he wore his usual smirk that reeked of a big ego. Walking along side him was his long time friend Roshaun Taylor.
"Do you think we stand a chance against Stone Canyon this year?" Austin asked his fellow teammate.
"Are you kidding me?" Roshaun answered in a cocky tone. "With Johnson gone they don't stand a chance against the Tigers,"
"If we make it past the play-offs maybe we can donate some of our proceeds to give Stone Canyon some bank to build a new cafeteria,"
"You got that right, even their lunch ladies would be praising the Tigers if we managed to salvage them from that dump," Roshaun replied.
"Who knows, maybe you'll finally get that letter you've been after Taylor," Austin pointed at the bare spot on the front of Roshaun's letterman jacket.
"Just because you have two Canfield you always gotta brag. Maybe you've been scoring points with Coach Scott's wife to land the ones you have," Roshaun kidded.
Austin rolled his eyes.
Roshaun grinned and checked his wrist watch. "I better get to my homeroom before I'm late. I don't want to piss off Appleby on the first day,"
"That old crone?" Austin asked. "She hasn't retired yet?"
Roshaun chuckled at Austin's choice of words. "No man, you got any advice since you've already had her?"
Austin shrugged. "Well, you're already starting off well by not showing up late. I heard she gave some geek detention for walking in just as the bell rang,"
"That's whack," Roshaun said. "Wish me luck man, I think I'm going to need it,"
"Break a leg Taylor, maybe that will get you out of your predicament" Austin laughed as Brian turned into a classroom door on the east wall of the hallway.
Austin headed to a alcove west of the main hallway that held the Trophy Case. He peered into the trophy case admiring the many trophies that had accumulated over the many years the school had been in operation. His eyes stopped at the last championship trophy won by the football team in 1994 and frowned.
"We have to beat Stone Canyon this year," he whispered to himself. "We just have to,"
"AUSTIN!" yelled a woman's screechy voice.
Austin looked behind himself and grimaced at the sight he saw.
Erin Mann came waddling towards him in her penguin like walk decked out in a horrendous wardrobe like she'd gotten dressed at Hot Topic in the dark. She towered over Austin. "Hey baby,"
"Ugh, hi Erin," Austin replied in an unsure voice. "How was your summer?"
Erin leaned up against the trophy case causing several trophies to topple over. "Same old story, you know how it is,"
"Erin! Why didn't you wait for me?" yelled a male's voice. The voiced belonged to Balthazar "Bubba" Boylan. Erin's one and only sidekick. He rounded the corner looking just as Gothic as his companion, books flying out of his hand as his body fell against the floor, out of breath from trying to keep up.
"Bubba!" Erin's voice screeched, with the hint of a southern accent. "I told you not to follow me when I'm doin my business,"
"I told you to call me Balthazar this year!"
Austin edged away and around the corner as the two friends continued their argument. As he made his way down another hallway he broke into a heap of laughter and breathed a sigh of relief. Erin Mann had been after him since the sixth grade where her long tirade of bullying boys turned into trying to score one for the school dances. He shook the image of Erin from his mind as his eyes caught a young blonde dressed in a pink jogging suit shyly making her way down the hallway. As he passed her, their eyes met and she smiled at him. He smiled back and continued towards his class.
Amy Ellis was a freshman, eager to continue her studious career that began at Angel Grove Junior High School where she had been voted Class President every single year. And now she was ready for her next conquest. President of the freshman class. She came to a halt in front of Principal Caplan's office and shuddered at the thought of having a private meeting with the strict man that generations before her had made out to be a strict tyrant. She knocked softly three times.
"Come in," said an elderly male voice.
Amy eased the wooden door open and peaked her head inside. Principal Caplan wasn't alone. Perched in front of his desk in a visitor chair was a young man dressed in faded blue jeans and a green flannel shirt.
"Ah Miss Ellis," Principal Caplan spoke. Over the last ten years he'd gone completely bald, and his mustache was completely white. "I'm glad you're here, there's someone I would like you to meet as a member of the Freshman Mentor Committee,"
Amy forced a grin and tucked away her entry for class president into one of her books. She stepped into the room and took a seat next to the young man. She smiled at him, but he kept a grim facial expression.
"Walter West, I would like you to meet Amy Ellis," Caplan introduced the two freshman. "Amy, you and Walter will be sharing the same homeroom. Since you've familiarized yourself with our schools layout over the summer I hope that you will mentor Walter in the right direction,"
"But Mr. Caplan, I.." Amy tried to respond but the sound of her voice was drowned out by the sound of the late bell.
"Now hurry off you two, and take this note to Mr. Levingstein so you don't get in trouble for being late," Mr. Caplan added.
Amy rolled her eyes and made her way for the door, Walter walking behind her. As they reached the hallway Walter pulled her aside and scowled.
"You can cut the nice act now Princess," he replied in a rough tone. "I could see how thrilled you were when you found out you had to escort me to our class, well don't worry I can fend for myself,"
Confusion spread across Amy's face as Walter stormed off in the wrong direction. "No, wait you don't understand. I just wanted to turn in my... oh it's no use," she sighed as she watched him go up a flight of stairs.
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Thundra was lost in the decision making process trying to determine where she should strike the Earth first. "Why does this have to be so hard?" she yelled.
The grinding noise of machinery exploded from another part of the castle followed by a demonic shouting voice. The noise startled Thundra and she turned to face the warriors who stood attentively against the rooms southern wall.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Master Vile is trying to revive his grandson in the castles laboratory. Apparently he's succeeded," the leader of the Warriors answered in an annoyed tone. "Or weren't you paying attention?"
"Humph!" Thundra gasped as she made her way to the laboratory, following the grinding noises.
Finster's Laboratory, a shell of its former glory had been ransacked by space travelers shortly after Lord Zedd and Rita Repulsa joined the forces of good. But his Monster Making Machine sat in its usual spot, deemed to large to remove and unnecessary for modern monster making. Thundra hid in the shadows as she watched the scene unfold before her.
"What have you done to me?" Thrax's demonic voice boomed, it was even more terrifying than it had been before.
"I have saved your life you selfish spawn of evil," Master Vile spoke in a raspy voice. "This is the thanks I get?"
"You've made me even more of a monster than I was before!" Thrax shouted back as he peered into a wall mirror at his new features.
"You were badly damaged in the battle with the Power Brats, you were on the verge of dying. I did what little could be done to keep you alive!" Master Vile shouted back. "It is time for you to grow up, and take back what is rightfully yours!"
Master Vile held out the Z Staff towards his grandson, and Thrax jerked it out of his hands. He could feel the power from the Z Staff rejuvenate his body.
"You've ruined my life for the last time Grandfather!" Thrax belted and he aimed the Z Staff at Master Vile in swift motion.
"What do you think you're doing Thrax? How dare you threaten me?" Master Vile responded in outrage.
"You've had this coming for a long time old man. I should have been there the day Zordon's energy wave took out my parents. I would be with them now, I would be happy. But you made sure that didn't happen, didn't you? You raised me to be a seed of evil, like my mother and uncle before me. You took away my innocence," Thrax replied.
"Enough!" Vile commanded. "I will not hear anymore of this purification nonsense. I wouldn't hear it when you were a child and I will definitely not stand for it now that you are a man,"
"Don't worry pap, you won't have to stand at all anymore," Thrax threatened as energy bolts formed at the tip of the Z-Staff.
"Thrax! No! What are you doing?" Vile screamed in terror.
"What my father should have done years ago," Thrax replied as he fired upon his grandfather.
Vile's monstrous body became encompassed in the energy wave, and exploded in a fireball. Smoke filled the laboratory as stone from the aged ceiling came crashing down around Thrax. He clenched the Z Staff in his hand and turned from the sight.
"Thrax! How could you?" Thundra cried out.
"Thundra!" Thrax growled. "What are you doing hiding the shadows spying on me?"
"He was your grandfather Thrax, he loved you!" Thundra pleaded. "You monster,"
Thrax forced Thundra up against the corridor wall, and peered into her eyes. His once human eyes were gone, replaced by a red visor that gleamed bright red in his anger. "You will either accept my decision or you can meet the same fate," he growled.
Thundra gulped and nodded, and he released her. "What are you going to do now Thrax?"
"It's time to accept my fate, and make the name of Zedd feared throughout the universe once again," he replied.
Thundra snickered. "And how do you plan on doing that Thrax?"
"By doing what my mother and father never could, capturing the Earth once and for all," he replied.
"Only a fool would attack the Earth in this day and age Thrax. Things have changed while you were locked away in that dumpster. There are countless spandex wearing brats all over that garbage infested globe. Conquering Earth has lost the mystique it once held,"
"All the better to finish those pathetic Power Rangers once and for all then and prove it can be done," he replied. "Now put yourself to good use and send a meteorological catastrophe to the west coast of the North Americas. First we will catch the humans off guard, and then I will send down a monster to finish them off,"
Thundra rolled her eyes. "Sounds like a lame brain idea, but who am I to argue with the heir to the throne of Emperor? I hope you realize what you're getting yourself into,"
Thrax and Thundra entered the empty throne room, the warriors had fled in fear of meeting the same fate as Vile.
"It's good to be home," Thrax exclaimed as he took in the familiar surroundings of his short childhood.
Thundra grimaced and turned once again to the balcony observatory and brought her index fingers together. Lightning emerged from their tips and shot through outer space, over the moons surface, and towards the Earth's atmosphere. A mass cloud of darkness formed over the Pacific Ocean causing the beginnings of a deadly thunderstorm.
Thundra smiled at Thrax. "Done,"
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"Ayi yi yi yi," a robotic voice cried out.
"What is it Alpha 5?" a male voice questioned.
"Our sensors are are picking up a mass of evil energy forming inside of the old Moon Palace," Alpha 5 replied.
Adam Park walked over to a nearby control panel and punched in a few codes. "It looks like those cameras Andros installed in the Moon Palace are going to come to good use after all. Whatever it is will show up on the viewing globe shortly,"
The white crystal ball like globe illuminated and an overhead shot of Thrax and Thundra appeared.
"It can't be," Adam said in a state of shock. "Alpha 5, contact Billy and Alpha 6 in the Zord Bay,"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Kali_WolfChilde
07-29-2008, 01:50 PM
i haven't been reading many fics, but i decided 2 give this 1 a shot. it's actually pretty good. Thrax's face is scary as HELL, but the fic is pretty good. i've only said this 2 1 other person lately, but ur actually inspiring me. KIU.
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