Ryuranger
09-10-2003, 05:50 PM
--Dragon Squadron
--Mission One- Call of the Dragon
-- www.geocities.com/justaguy47809/Dragonsquadron.html
Angel Grove’s oldest museum was a secluded mansion miles outside of the city, surrounded by trees and fields of grass. The upper level of the colonial-style building was a large storage room for especially rare items wealthy members of the community sought to keep safe. The Attic was a little known secret Tyler planned to exploit.
The 20-year-old rummaged through old boxes and crates in the musty room while his friend Jake Matthews paced back and forth behind him.
Jake ran his hands through his medium-length brown hair as he shook his head in disbelief, his hazel eyes scanning the room.
“I thought wealthy people kept their shit here,” he said. “This place is like a crypt.”
A lopsided grin spread across Tyler’s face. “Are you going to complain or are you going to help me rummage.”
Jake shrugged. “Complaining is oh so much more fun.”
“Fun, but not profitable my friend,” Tyler said.
“Pfft,” Jake scoffed as he held up what looked like a rusty old lamp. “You call this profitable?”
“Remember that old ‘book end’ you found at the Retson’s place a few months back?” Tyler asked as he turned to face his friend. “Ya know…the one that ended up being our biggest score ever.”
“You do bring up an interesting point,” Jake said.
“Of course I do,” Tyler said as he turned back to the small pile of boxes in front of him. His green eyes caught the attention of a box that appeared to be crafted from red wood with a golden seal on top that bore a strange claw-leaf symbol.
Tyler ran his fingers around the box’s edges as he felt a tingle creep through his skin that felt almost like static electricity.
“What the hell…” he said quietly as he opened the latch on the box.
Jake looked away from a small picture frame he was examining. “What’d ya say?”
Tyler shook his head as he brushed his sandy blonde hair from his forehead and slowly opened the box. Inside was a green dagger outlined in gold. Next to the dagger was a golden coin with the claw-leaf symbol of the dragon.
Jake looked over Tyler’s shoulder and into the box. “Holy shit…”
***
Mr. Collins buried his face in his hands as he sat in his high-rise office at Bio-Lab in Silver Hills. He had just received word that his son Wes, Time Force Red and leader of the Silver Guardian task force, had been killed in action against the forces of Demonex.
Good God, what have I done, he thought to himself. The Silver Guardians were his brain-child. He appointed his own son as leader. If he hadn’t, Wes would still be alive. They would still be a family.
The comm unit on his desk buzzed as Mr. Collins sat up in his chair and regained his composure. He activated the unit by pressing a small red button to its side. “What is it?”
“Mr. Meyers is here to see you, sir,” a female secretary said from the other end.
“Send him in,” Mr. Collins said.
The front doors to his office opened and Eric Meyers walked into the room, snapping to attention as he saluted. He wore a black jumpsuit, standard issue for Silver Guardians, and a red cap that had belonged to Wes, symbolizing his leadership.
Eric had bags under his eyes betraying nights of sleeplessness, and Collins knew the young officer was using formality to mask the pain over Wes’s death. The two had gone from being bitter rivals to brothers, although Eric’s pride would never allow him to admit it.
“Sir,” Eric said as he remained at attention. “Permission to transfer to Lightspeed Rescue.”
Mr. Collins knew this was coming. Lightspeed’s commander Capt. Mitchell let Collins know ahead of time he was recruiting all remaining rangers to fall back to Lightspeed and launch a new offensive against Demonex. Eric’s presence would be vital as he possessed the Quantum Controller, allowing him to morph into the Quantum Ranger.
“Permission granted,” Collins said simply.
Eric nodded, and Collins could see the desire for vengeance in the young officer’s eyes.
Eric turned and left Collins’ office. They would have no less-formal goodbyes. It wasn’t Eric’s style.
“Give them hell,” Collins said quietly as he rested back in his chair. “For Wes…”
***
Lightspeed Rescue’s headquarters had transferred to Angel Grove after the final battle with Queen Bansheera. It appeared as nothing more than an ornate building of Greco-roman style just outside of the downtown area. Buried miles underneath the building however, were layers upon layers of facilities more state of the art than even NASA could dream of.
The moonlight reflected off of the building’s surface, casting a pale glow.
A young man with shaggy sandy-blonde hair stood at the foot of the building’s stairs as he double-checked the piece of paper in his hand to make sure he had the right address. He wore a crimson colored plaid shirt unbuttoned over a white T-shirt and tan slacks.
“This must be it,” he said quietly to himself as he ascended the staircase.
The entrance to the building opened and a man dressed in a white lab coat stood inside. His name-tag read as ‘Marcus Howard.’
“You must be Hunter,” Howard said as he extended his hand. “Welcome to Lightspeed.”
Hunter nodded as he found himself at a loss for words. The Wind and Thunder Ninja academies had been decimated. His brother Blake, the last family he had living, was killed. The Wind Rangers were missing and presumed dead. His entire world had crumbled around him.
When Hunter first received the invitation from Capt. Mitchell, he was rather hesitant. He had never liked the military after all. His parents by adoption had instilled that distaste into him.
It wasn’t until after his brother was killed Hunter realized he had no choice. He had to join Mitchell for whatever the Captain had planned. He had to fight against Demonex. He had to achieve revenge.
Hunter rolled his hands into fists as he entered the building and the doors slammed shut behind him.
***
The first level of Lightspeed HQ was a large lobby area fashioned as a living room would be. Hunter surveyed the room and did a quick glance over everyone present.
A man in a military style uniform and cap paced back and forth, obviously impatient. His cap had a symbol Hunter vaguely recognized from stories told to him by Dustin, the Yellow Wind Ranger.
Dustin…Hunter thought as he smiled sorrowfully, thinking about how ecstatic the yellow Ranger would feel to be in the room alongside those gathered. You’d love this, man…
Hunter’s gaze drifted to the corner of the room to where two young men and two young women were talking with each other. One of the men had his hair tied back in a ponytail and colored with blonde and brown streaks. He wore a gray jumpsuit that matched that of the two girls, only his was red and theirs were yellow and purple. The other man’s hair was bleached and his jumpsuit was black with a silver undershirt. Hunter took notice that he seemed rather close to the girl in purple, as the one in red seemed close to the one in yellow. Their expressions were fittingly grim.
Nearby the two couples was by far one of the strangest looking creatures Hunter had ever seen. He wrinkled his brow as he looked over the being. His skin was black and his bald head was bubblous and outlined with a purple tint.
A man in a black T-shirt and jeans who appeared to be in his late 20’s started walking up behind Hunter. Hunter turned to face the man, his ninja training tipping off his approach.
“You must be Hunter,” the man in black said as he extended his hand and smiled. “I’m Jason Scott.”
Hunter hesitated before shaking Jason’s hand. He was a little taken aback by the older man’s kindness. Not to mention a little suspicious. Hunter wasn’t one to easily trust others.
“What’s going on here?” Hunter asked, cutting right to the chase.
Jason shook his head. “I’m not sure…I just know it has something to do with Demonex.”
“And you’re really rangers, too?” Hunter asked.
Jason nodded. “Some of us are…some of us used to be.”
“What about you?” Hunter asked while still holding onto suspicion.
“I was the red Tyranno Ranger back in ’93,” Jason said. “A few years later I was the Gold Ranger on a temporary basis.”
Jason proceeded to point out the other individuals in the room. “The one in the cap is Eric Meyers, Quantum Ranger. I only met him once a couple years ago when we fought together against the Machines.
“The four off in the corner are the Astro Rangers. Andros, Karone, Ashley, and Zhane. Zhane’s the only one of them who still has his powers. He’s the Silver Ranger.”
“What about…” Hunter nodded towards the alien. “Him.”
“That’s Cestro. He’s a blue ranger from Aquitar,” Jason said.
Hunter nodded as he looked over the crowd again.
“It’s a lot to take in, I know,” Jason said. “At least hopefully we’ll get some answers soon.”
“I just want one shot at Demonex,” Hunter said. “Just one.”
Jason nodded. “You’re not the only one, rookie.”
--Mission One- Call of the Dragon
-- www.geocities.com/justaguy47809/Dragonsquadron.html
Angel Grove’s oldest museum was a secluded mansion miles outside of the city, surrounded by trees and fields of grass. The upper level of the colonial-style building was a large storage room for especially rare items wealthy members of the community sought to keep safe. The Attic was a little known secret Tyler planned to exploit.
The 20-year-old rummaged through old boxes and crates in the musty room while his friend Jake Matthews paced back and forth behind him.
Jake ran his hands through his medium-length brown hair as he shook his head in disbelief, his hazel eyes scanning the room.
“I thought wealthy people kept their shit here,” he said. “This place is like a crypt.”
A lopsided grin spread across Tyler’s face. “Are you going to complain or are you going to help me rummage.”
Jake shrugged. “Complaining is oh so much more fun.”
“Fun, but not profitable my friend,” Tyler said.
“Pfft,” Jake scoffed as he held up what looked like a rusty old lamp. “You call this profitable?”
“Remember that old ‘book end’ you found at the Retson’s place a few months back?” Tyler asked as he turned to face his friend. “Ya know…the one that ended up being our biggest score ever.”
“You do bring up an interesting point,” Jake said.
“Of course I do,” Tyler said as he turned back to the small pile of boxes in front of him. His green eyes caught the attention of a box that appeared to be crafted from red wood with a golden seal on top that bore a strange claw-leaf symbol.
Tyler ran his fingers around the box’s edges as he felt a tingle creep through his skin that felt almost like static electricity.
“What the hell…” he said quietly as he opened the latch on the box.
Jake looked away from a small picture frame he was examining. “What’d ya say?”
Tyler shook his head as he brushed his sandy blonde hair from his forehead and slowly opened the box. Inside was a green dagger outlined in gold. Next to the dagger was a golden coin with the claw-leaf symbol of the dragon.
Jake looked over Tyler’s shoulder and into the box. “Holy shit…”
***
Mr. Collins buried his face in his hands as he sat in his high-rise office at Bio-Lab in Silver Hills. He had just received word that his son Wes, Time Force Red and leader of the Silver Guardian task force, had been killed in action against the forces of Demonex.
Good God, what have I done, he thought to himself. The Silver Guardians were his brain-child. He appointed his own son as leader. If he hadn’t, Wes would still be alive. They would still be a family.
The comm unit on his desk buzzed as Mr. Collins sat up in his chair and regained his composure. He activated the unit by pressing a small red button to its side. “What is it?”
“Mr. Meyers is here to see you, sir,” a female secretary said from the other end.
“Send him in,” Mr. Collins said.
The front doors to his office opened and Eric Meyers walked into the room, snapping to attention as he saluted. He wore a black jumpsuit, standard issue for Silver Guardians, and a red cap that had belonged to Wes, symbolizing his leadership.
Eric had bags under his eyes betraying nights of sleeplessness, and Collins knew the young officer was using formality to mask the pain over Wes’s death. The two had gone from being bitter rivals to brothers, although Eric’s pride would never allow him to admit it.
“Sir,” Eric said as he remained at attention. “Permission to transfer to Lightspeed Rescue.”
Mr. Collins knew this was coming. Lightspeed’s commander Capt. Mitchell let Collins know ahead of time he was recruiting all remaining rangers to fall back to Lightspeed and launch a new offensive against Demonex. Eric’s presence would be vital as he possessed the Quantum Controller, allowing him to morph into the Quantum Ranger.
“Permission granted,” Collins said simply.
Eric nodded, and Collins could see the desire for vengeance in the young officer’s eyes.
Eric turned and left Collins’ office. They would have no less-formal goodbyes. It wasn’t Eric’s style.
“Give them hell,” Collins said quietly as he rested back in his chair. “For Wes…”
***
Lightspeed Rescue’s headquarters had transferred to Angel Grove after the final battle with Queen Bansheera. It appeared as nothing more than an ornate building of Greco-roman style just outside of the downtown area. Buried miles underneath the building however, were layers upon layers of facilities more state of the art than even NASA could dream of.
The moonlight reflected off of the building’s surface, casting a pale glow.
A young man with shaggy sandy-blonde hair stood at the foot of the building’s stairs as he double-checked the piece of paper in his hand to make sure he had the right address. He wore a crimson colored plaid shirt unbuttoned over a white T-shirt and tan slacks.
“This must be it,” he said quietly to himself as he ascended the staircase.
The entrance to the building opened and a man dressed in a white lab coat stood inside. His name-tag read as ‘Marcus Howard.’
“You must be Hunter,” Howard said as he extended his hand. “Welcome to Lightspeed.”
Hunter nodded as he found himself at a loss for words. The Wind and Thunder Ninja academies had been decimated. His brother Blake, the last family he had living, was killed. The Wind Rangers were missing and presumed dead. His entire world had crumbled around him.
When Hunter first received the invitation from Capt. Mitchell, he was rather hesitant. He had never liked the military after all. His parents by adoption had instilled that distaste into him.
It wasn’t until after his brother was killed Hunter realized he had no choice. He had to join Mitchell for whatever the Captain had planned. He had to fight against Demonex. He had to achieve revenge.
Hunter rolled his hands into fists as he entered the building and the doors slammed shut behind him.
***
The first level of Lightspeed HQ was a large lobby area fashioned as a living room would be. Hunter surveyed the room and did a quick glance over everyone present.
A man in a military style uniform and cap paced back and forth, obviously impatient. His cap had a symbol Hunter vaguely recognized from stories told to him by Dustin, the Yellow Wind Ranger.
Dustin…Hunter thought as he smiled sorrowfully, thinking about how ecstatic the yellow Ranger would feel to be in the room alongside those gathered. You’d love this, man…
Hunter’s gaze drifted to the corner of the room to where two young men and two young women were talking with each other. One of the men had his hair tied back in a ponytail and colored with blonde and brown streaks. He wore a gray jumpsuit that matched that of the two girls, only his was red and theirs were yellow and purple. The other man’s hair was bleached and his jumpsuit was black with a silver undershirt. Hunter took notice that he seemed rather close to the girl in purple, as the one in red seemed close to the one in yellow. Their expressions were fittingly grim.
Nearby the two couples was by far one of the strangest looking creatures Hunter had ever seen. He wrinkled his brow as he looked over the being. His skin was black and his bald head was bubblous and outlined with a purple tint.
A man in a black T-shirt and jeans who appeared to be in his late 20’s started walking up behind Hunter. Hunter turned to face the man, his ninja training tipping off his approach.
“You must be Hunter,” the man in black said as he extended his hand and smiled. “I’m Jason Scott.”
Hunter hesitated before shaking Jason’s hand. He was a little taken aback by the older man’s kindness. Not to mention a little suspicious. Hunter wasn’t one to easily trust others.
“What’s going on here?” Hunter asked, cutting right to the chase.
Jason shook his head. “I’m not sure…I just know it has something to do with Demonex.”
“And you’re really rangers, too?” Hunter asked.
Jason nodded. “Some of us are…some of us used to be.”
“What about you?” Hunter asked while still holding onto suspicion.
“I was the red Tyranno Ranger back in ’93,” Jason said. “A few years later I was the Gold Ranger on a temporary basis.”
Jason proceeded to point out the other individuals in the room. “The one in the cap is Eric Meyers, Quantum Ranger. I only met him once a couple years ago when we fought together against the Machines.
“The four off in the corner are the Astro Rangers. Andros, Karone, Ashley, and Zhane. Zhane’s the only one of them who still has his powers. He’s the Silver Ranger.”
“What about…” Hunter nodded towards the alien. “Him.”
“That’s Cestro. He’s a blue ranger from Aquitar,” Jason said.
Hunter nodded as he looked over the crowd again.
“It’s a lot to take in, I know,” Jason said. “At least hopefully we’ll get some answers soon.”
“I just want one shot at Demonex,” Hunter said. “Just one.”
Jason nodded. “You’re not the only one, rookie.”