The PR/JLA Crosspoint- Issue 1, Act 2

[Windgrail]

Scene One
Pacing towards War

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The simultaneous destructions of the Megaship and Enterprise was detected by a force other than that of Unagi Garenth. Millions of miles away from the Enterprise's demise, reactions were already beginning to stir.

“Sir,” said a young ensign, sitting at a terminal at AK Corp's Dimensional Tracking Center in Metropolis.

“Yes, ensign,” replied Colonel Green, pulled out from deep thinking of how to become a general. But, he thought to himself, since only the Kent family members could get promoted that high, it will never happen. So a few generals went crazy and tried to kill Adam Kelly, that does not mean I will.

“I have detected an inter-dimensional portal opening in the Malcor Star System.”

Now Colonel Green was abruptly ripped from thought. “Oh, shit, another portal!?” He knew what that meant; someone was going to enter Earth A. Only one of three outcomes will occur, he thought: friends are coming to visit, someone or something is going to invade...or the universe will soon fall apart.

“Your...orders, sir?”

“What’s the nearest ship to the portal?”

“The Enterprise-C was assigned to explore that region of space. However, central command reports they lost contact with the ship within the hour.”

Damn, damn, damn, and double damn, thought Green, this is not good. The Enterprise was either destroyed or damaged. I hope it was just interference from the portal that has prevented communication. “Ask them to find and sent their nearest ship. That’s all we and they can do until we talk to the big man upstairs.”

The ensign knew who the "big man" was talking about: the commander-in-chief of the AK Corp Army, Andrew Kelly, as he was the on the 420th floor of the one-mile high AK Corp Metropolis Building.

All Green hoped for was that this was not some kind of invasion, and that Andrew would send more ships to investigate. It was now another waiting game.

[Alan Keller]

Short and to the point. But who's Andrew Kelly? Was that someone in PR or JLA I missed?

[comicstar100]

Interesting.:cool:

[Windgrail]

* Keller, Andrew Kelly is the leader of James Adams' JLA. James also created many other characters who are showcased on the website.

* This scene basically introduces what my Rangers have to deal with. (Remember that my PR universe is NOT the show's, but there are many simularities. I'll make a list of what's different and have on the site next week.) It has all sorts villains of past and present. (Escpecially in Scene 3)

* Since I did not post this yesterday, I'll post TWO scenes today.

* As the title suggests, we shift from ultra-serious Andros and his kamakaze mission to the Monarchs of the universe mingling with one another as they wait for the main event of this elegant gathering.
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Issue 1, Act 2
Scene Two- Send in the Clowns

Serpentara's metal screeched against the fabrics of outer space, its mauling claws, golden in color, swimming freely. It was a familiar sound, that deadly foreshadowing screech deriving from the limbs of the mark II vessel to those who had survived its wrath in 3017.

Its black lips overlapped pieces of the jungle-green teeth, which carried a blinding shine. The snout alone was the length of a Megaship, expelling spouts of hissing steam with every stroke through the darkness. Though the Zord was of a technological Dragon-python, its eyes were like that of a wolf; starring deep into one's soul and exposing the darkness burrowed within.

There was a life form standing nearby the crimson blood-eyes, within an invisible energy shield; keeping the man stabilized from the vacuums of space. He stood seven-feet tall, garbed in gold armory from head to toe with red trimmings on the torso, his face being the only exposed part, but even his chin had gold plating, as well as the sides of his face which connected to the horned crown that covered his forehead. The exposed parts of skin were chiseled navy blue face with features matching that of an orangutan, and his snout being two or three inches away from the face. His eyes were as bloody as Serpentara.

He stood with his arms crossed over his sculptured upper chest, the remnants of his black and gold wings tucked in behind him; as if sprung back and ready. Standing on a balcony two stories below Serpentara's eyes, just standing there, Goldar waited with unnerving patience. Before he spoke, the gravel in his voice gathered itself before actual words spewed.

"Name?" inquired Goldar, keeping his arms sternly crossed.

"Oh, tell me you're joking. Or at least a buffoon. The right Teriyaki Sauce makes buffoons quite the treat. General Zurgane, make a note in my journal."

Zurgane, equally armored with black and red markings resembling the Renaissance emerged from Lothor's shadow, flipping open a diary marked "Diary of Master Plans," using a purple and red-feathered pen.

"Done, sir," proudly remarked the warrior.

"Ah. Now then, be a good monkey and step aside."

"Zurgane?" inquired Goldar.

"Uh, yes?"

Goldar examined a scroll of names hidden from Lothor's curious eyes. Anxious moments passed.

"...proceed," spoke Goldar, his monotone gravely voice dragging with fatigue.

"I'm in!" shouted the general, his hands raised above his head as he sprinted for the entrance, all the time wailing with excitement.

"Ingrate. Makes one wonder what's between those ears," replied Lothor, his voice noticeably agitated. "I'm never appreciated around here. Monkey- out of my way."

"Name?" spoke Goldar. Lothor closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, then placing his gloved hand on Goldar's right shoulder armor. The large bouncer growled in disgust.

"You know, I didn't want it to come to this. But now I see I have no choice" His voice began accentuating every other syllable. "Prepare yourself, monkey. Prepare to find out just why I'm Earth's greatest ninja master! Prepare-"

Snapping into position, Lothor locked his right shoulder against Goldar's waist, pushing with all the effort he had, bracing his feet, which both slid back too far before being readjusted. Lothor's hands repositioned against his foe's torso, again pushing with valiant effort and again coming up short. Goldar had not budged an inch and let out another annoyed growl.

"Lothor!" shouted an optimistic voice from the entranceway, which didn't cease the ninja master's efforts to move Goldar.

"Kinda busy here," said Lothor, his teeth grinding against each other, his large black lips straining past the gums.

But then Lothor instinctively looked up, seeing the face of a man he'd only heard tales of. Almost immediately, Lothor rose up, patting Goldar's armor with nervous chuckling.

"Yes, it all seems intact. Zeddy! It's so nice to finally meet your acquaintance."

"Goldar," spoke Emperor Zedd, "...allow the manic to pass."

Lothor turned to Goldar, smiling as if he'd just conquered five Earths. Goldar bottled his anger well, stepping aside as he eyeballed the passer.

"Come Lothor, everything's about to begin." Zedd kept to the door propped open with the metal railings covering his foot.

"I'd be delighted," spoke Lothor, giving Zedd a huge pat on the back. However, Zedd's outer body was that of pure flesh and muscle with no skin, so spurts of organic juices volcanoed from Zedd's back and dropped all over Lothor.

"Bleh! Let's...keep hugging off the to-do list, shall we?"

[Windgrail]

* Scene 3 gives us two more "clowns" from the show that I really...really didn't care for. With that, I gave them a very fitting exit from the story...Bwahaha. One exits this scene, the other in the following.

* I really, really hope Ann Marie Crouch isn't reading this. :)

* We start diving into the personalities of two of the Rangers' main nemesis' in this crossover, "Emperor Zedd" and "King Diabolico."

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Scene Three
Ballroom of Monarchy

Beyond the double oak doors was a room which defined magnificence- a ballroom setting designed to comfort Monarchs and villains from all five galaxies of the universe. The floor was as wide as a football field, decored in marble black with white specks to symbolize outer space itself. The round walls were crimson red with numerous flags hanging down carrying the cog insignia of the Machine Empire, the serpent insignia of Lothor's ninjas. Other flags had a skull and crossbones to represent Divatox, dark protruding wings to symbolize Empress Bansheera and demons alike, a magic wand to showcase Empress Rita, and the infamous "Z" emblem of Emperor Zedd.

About a dozen tables were set up with golden-silk tablecloths, complimented by blood-red wooden chairs. Fake palm trees were abundant among the floor, some reaching eight feet high. The ceiling, however, reached heights of over twenty-three feet.

Preparing the delicacies for the evening was a tamed and quite well-mannered human-like pig creature who had just walked through the swinging kitchen door and placed a fresh plate of raw cookie dough and snake soufflé'. He wore an oversized red chef's hat over traditional Viking-style headgear, with a purple apron covering his pot belly. He treated arrangements as if Unagi Garenth himself would be feasting.

Several identical clay-bodied men took the food by their bumpy left hand and orderly took it to its destination. This particular order of roasted turkey with bile glaze was ushered to table number seven.

"Ah!" gleed Rita, putting away her crystal ball of darkness once seeing the Armani-suited foot soldier arriving.

The waiter first uncovered the turkey, which got Rita wide-eyed with delight. And for dessert, a second, smaller plate was unveiled. And in that was a full bottle of Bayer with Migraine relief.


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Outside, Goldar greeted a late arrival.

"Please state your last and first name," droned Goldar.

"Org, Master."

"Proceed."


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Gazing at the Armani tuxes, Lothor sat slumped over in his chair, sipping at his glass of high-protein turtle juice. He sighed at the suit he was wearing.

"Ya know, Zeddy" pretending to be long lost friends, "it says something about yourself when the suit you wear to the grandest of all conventions is only a replica of clay-brain waiters."

"Congratulations, Lothor. You perfectly underscored the point I was going to make."

"Hm?" replied Lothor, his left cheekbone sunk around his propped fist.

"Your priorities are questionable, to say the least. Back when I was in the game, nothing, and hear me closely Lothor, nothing...distracted me from my goals. If I were like you, a fool worrying about a fool's day, the powers of Ivan would have been lost to me forever. The Zeo Crystal would never have endowed me with the wisdom of which I possess today. Lothor, you have utterly wasted your reign as an Earthen ruler, and have disregarded everything symbolic to what the Dark Spector was about."

"So...that's...bad?"

"Fool!" shouted Zedd, rising from his chair and gaining the conference's attention. Then after a moment of thought, the Emperor sat back down calmly. "Just wait until...enjoy the evening, Lothor. That's all you need concern yourself with now."

"Ah, why didn't you say so? Server!"

Emperor Zedd excused himself from the table, muttering to himself something curiously inaudible to Lothor. As Zedd began to walk away, he brushed against a pair of fairly large gold-rimmed wings.

"My apologies, Diabolico," excused Zedd, turning his attentions to him.

"Yes...it's strange," commented the demon Monarch.

"Oh?"

"Though I can't see your mouth, I still know you're smiling grandly. I overheard your...delightful chat with our ninja friend."

"Diabolico, let's just say today is a grand day for those loyal to the cause of Dark Spector and Unagi."

"You know something. Tell me, Zedd."

"This invasion...the "Revolution", as Unagi likes to term it, will place back into respective some much-needed order among all our forces. It's time we all got what was coming to us- be that a place of prestige beside Unagi himself, or a swift spear through the head. Equity, my old friend...finally, she'll see the light of day! True even in regards to your Empress, and your demon armies."

"Bansheera," said King Diabolico, his tone was disgusted, "her thirst for power can never be satisfied. Not even the destruction of the Lightspeed Rangers was enough, she had to rip the life force from Lokai- the only true-hearted general remaining in her army, and a close friend of my own. Her wickedness serves no purpose to the likes of Unagi. I pray to Unagi that it be her head served at the next council meeting."

"You are truly my brethren. Your works and faiths have earned you the equity you shall receive. The Revolution will see to it."

"Yes...I have my doubts of this invasion. Why would Unagi need more forces from this Roarke universe just for the Rangers? Something is amiss."

"Let us relax for now, old friend. Take a seat at my table. The band is up."

Diabolico took heed to Zedd's words, all of them. It bothered him inside about the secrecy of intentions. But Diabolico, a time-hardened warrior, kept all remaining concerns to himself, watching as Zedd disappeared amidst the growing crowds. He sat down at the table and found Lothor smiling like a buffoon. Diabolico sighed.


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Goldar got a sickening feeling upon being approached by the next arrival. Her bright red furs clashed with her blotchy make-up, her cape, which was red as hellfire itself, dragged on the ground. Jewelry was her armor. And as she came closer and closer to Goldar, her hips shifted more and more.

"Goldolf, darling! How have you been?" she leaned over Goldar's body as she spoke. Goldar's ability to hold in anger once again tested itself. "Haven't seen you in ages! Not that I would know, mind you, because I have, well, more important things to do in my time than mingly chit-chat with lowly-, oh, I mean, respected men such as yourself. Though I never really talk to many of you guys anymore."

"Probably because you're a self-centered, obsessive compulsive crybaby who nobody can stand. Just a thought, though."

"Oh, ah-ha-ha! Having a life is something you should really look into," she said, tapping Goldar's chest armor with her acrylic fingernails. "So...if you'd just scoochy on over to the right a little, that'd be simply [/i]marvelous[/i]. I should be on your little list. Divatox? Actually, I'm probably on top," chimed Divatox, tossing her head back a bit in laughter, "...just look on the top of the li-...no, I should be..."

Divatox was quick to what little patience she had to begin with. The search for her name spontaneously became unnerving.

"...what are you doing! Is this too much work for you? Are you stupid? Just look at the list!"

Divatox was now flailing her arms about as her chalkboard screeches confused Goldar. He couldn't tell whether she wanted in the conference, or if she was rehearsing for a huge drama club.

"The list! The- aaaaaaaaaah!"

Goldar, letting his sword drop on Divatox' foot, watched with satisfying delight as she stumbled around in screeching agony as she hopped on one foot while holding the other, that is, until she fell over the space balcony, sliding down Serpentara's nostril and propelling herself into space, where she was shortly vacuumed into a small black hole nearby. Goldar took out his pen.

"Divatox...no-show," wrote Goldar, lowly cackling as he crossed her name off the bare bottom of the guest list.
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Tears of joy still role from my eyes. Anyways, a quick note. The Ranger universe terms their universe as the "Beta Morphin Grid" and has named the JLA universe "Roarke." Later on, you'll see that the JLA name their universe "Earth A" and call the PR universe "Earth P."

[Windgrail]

* One more scene after this one to wrap up Act 2.

* Again, what happens to the character of "Shayla" in this scene is in no way a threat upon Ann Marie Crouch. :)

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Scene Four
Shayla and the Creeps

As the crowds enjoyed their food courtesy of the surprisingly well mannered chef, their attentions turned to the musical act being set up. Emperor Vile peeked over at the bulletin board by the entrance, which failed to mention anything of it. However, Emperor Zedd's voice was heard over the microphone in front of the room as all eyes turned on him.

"...and after that, Rita wouldn't let me touch her for a week...is this thing on?" Zedd cleared his throat and turned to the audience, finding Rita passed out at her seat from overdosing on Bayer.

"Ladies, gentlemen, demons, mutants, machines, Orgs and anyone else not important enough to waste my breath on, I would like to take this time to cordially welcome you to tonight's Monarch Conference.

Zedd allowed a few brief moments for applause.
"From what I understand," continued Zedd, "...a small musical number[i/] has been put together and- ah, I see that they are ready to proceed. Everyone, enjoy the fine performances of..." reads the cue card from Finster in the background, "...uh, [i]Shayla and the Creeps. And as you do, our chef will be passing out his signature delicacy- chocolate crème-filled Ranger heads."


Spotlights shined at the main stage as the lights dimmed. Shayla, dressed in a hippie and punk-rock attire, put on her cheesiest smile as her "Creeps" got ready on drums and electric guitars. Shayla was ready to provide the vocal talent.

"Oh, a minor announcement," interrupted Zedd. "The invasion will, for now, postpone all further Yoga classes with instructor Master Org. Enjoy."

The chef scorned his Cog assistants in the back of the kitchen before proudly coming out with his prize delicacy. His hooves carried two silver plates with life-size chocolate replicas of the helmets of the Red Morphin Ranger and Blue Turbo Ranger. General Vile had the compelling urge to dig into the Blue Ranger's head.

However, the Turbo Ranger was presented to a revived Rita. Her father whispered to Master Org nearby.

"Ah, that's not surprising," spoke Vile. "Rita always had a thing for small annoying children."

Emperor Zedd was presented with the Red Ranger's head, much to his delight.

"Oh yes, it's eatin' time!" exclaimed Zedd, now sitting back at his table to rejoin with Lothor, Diabolico and wife Rita.

However, just as Zedd began smashing the face through the openings of his grilled-plated mouth, the sound of Shayla's voice filled the room and immediately had an impact.

"Each day when the sun riiiiises, I hurry from my sleeeeep, I can't wait to greet you with my soooooong..."

"Death" was the main thoughts of the conference majority; their jaws dropped and their eyes filled with tears. The chef began feeling queasy.

"It's horrible! It's horrible!" cried the chef.

"Make it stop!" shouted Master Org from afar.

Empress Bansheera's watery screeching pierced the eardrums of everyone present.

"Bah!" shouted Zedd, "...I think now's a good time for that thousand-year nap[i/]."

"...you are nature's greatest [i]majesty..." Shayla continued, and Lothor thought her cheesy Disney-like smile made her look possessed.

"Zeddy, you know all those times I whined about having a headache?"

"Yes, Rita. I had happily suppressed those memories."

"Well, I had no idea what I was talking about until today!"

Slamming his metal-clamped hand down hard onto the table, Zedd then pointed to the chef.

"Pig- collect your payment early!"

With that officially said, the chef ripped off his apron, knocked over tables' worth of hard-prepared food, and darted over towards the band. Zedd leaned over to Rita.

"I made a deal with the pig earlier. If he behaved himself around the food, then he could eat the band as payment."

By the time Zedd had finished his comment, the noise had been silenced. The chef now laid down on the stage rubbing his belly, burping up tie-dye clothing. Massive applause followed.

After the commotion had settled down a bit and the lighting resumed to normal, Master Org enjoyed fresh dear meat as Zedd returned to the podium on stage.

[Windgrail]

This is the final scene of Act 2
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Scene Five
The Revolution Revealed

"Fellow Monarchs, the time has come to attend to more serious matters," spoke Zedd, his gravely distorted voice taking command of the conference. "I'm, of course, talking about the very future...of our kind, and the survival of our Dark Spector's memory and spirit." For a moment, he took the time to gaze proudly at the flags which hung about, comprehending the specific meaning of each insignia. "You have all been brought here tonight to be commemorated for your individual achievements. Tonight, three among us will be hand-picked by the Grand Monarch himself to partake in developing a core backbone to the Monarch Dominion. And those three will carry on their shoulders the weight of proving themselves, once and for all, their worthiness to our league."

The Emperor now purposely paused long enough for quiet commotion to stir among his comrades. Again, he took command.

"To those who are chosen within the next few moments, your invasion force will be henceforth known as the Revolution. Because that is your mission- to revolutionize our forces, so that we may once and for all crush the imbecilic subclass who dare to counter our existence, the Time Force Armada. Fellow Monarchs...I present to you, the absolute, Unagi Garenth!"

On Zedd's mark, Piranhatron foot soldiers behind him took sledgehammers and smashed the wall behind the stage, revealed to be a stained glass covering that cloaked a large window to outer space. In that window was a perfect viewing of Unagi's energy prison. The Grand Monarch's voice took immediate telepathic presence towards the stunned crowds.

When Unagi spoke, his voice carried echoes both deep and deeper pitches. His prison, sparkling of transparent blue and green tentacles, took the conference audience by surprise. Few had ever seen such a presence.

"Loyal subjects of the Monarch Dominion," spoke Unagi, Zedd bowed before him on one knee, "...our time of supremacy casts upon us. Three of our own have suffered the ultimate fate at the hands of Rangers- Scorpius, Mutiny, and Trakeena. Their demise must be your fuel, because their fate is yours if the Armada is allowed to grow.

"I present to you the first who will partake in the Revolution. His Monarch status was declared only hours ago and will be known henceforth known as Emperor Ransik- the newest member of the Monarch Dominion.

His black boots stepping on stage and further crunching the broken shards of glass, a human being emerged. The exposed skin on his arms was wrinkled and horrendously disfigured, nothing compared to his face, however. A metal mask shielded the left side of his face, revealing only traces of scars which lay hidden underneath. He carried with him a silver-bladed Machete. Outraged Monarchs kept their tongues sealed. Unagi continued.

"Second, King Diabolico- you will take your demon armies into this mission, and sacrifice all of them if necessary to your cause."

The warrior Diabolico stood from his chair and bowed before his master, remaining there.

"Commanding the Revolution finally will be the duties of Emperor Zedd. Zedd, reveal to your allies your secret."

He raised up to his feet to face his curious comrades.

"Centuries ago, I found that I possessed a very unique connection to the structure of our universe, the Morphin Grid. It was unique in which I was able to breach its borders and discover two other Morphin Grids, both with their own timeline of Rangers and Monarchs." Commotion immediately formulated, but Zedd would have no part of it. "To that end, I was able to communicate with two life forms in what our Master calls the 'Delta Morphin Grid.' Darkonda, Deviot- present yourselves."

Emerging next to Emperor Ransik, the two strangers stood in silence, gazing at their new allies. Darkonda, the horned bounty hunter demon to Ransik's right, carried a long sword, fantastically defined my muscles in the torso, his face a metallic blue, smiled as deviously as Zedd was commanding. Deviot, to Ransik's left, was a metallic life form whose garb symbolized Earth's Renaissance.

"They were given their orders in the Delta Grid to combine their technologies to build for us an army of unimaginable potential. I present to the Monarch Dominion the future...the Psycho Slayers!"

One by one, they came. Each of them glaring in black metallic. Monarchs all around were on the edge of their seats, for soon there was no room left on the stage. It was a stage full of Rangers.

"Each Slayer initially begins as a blank drone who is assigned a Ranger counterpart. Their purpose is to not only defeat their Ranger, but genetically merge with them, creating a new life form with the Ranger mind unconscious. My two men have made this technology possible and have even assimilated enough beings from the Delta Grid to serve as a foundation for the Monarch Dominion. Feast your eyes on the future of our universe! We have developed enough Slayers to assimilate all of the Time Force Armada two times over! Time Force will be a blessed suppressed memory, for the Age of Monarchy has now begun! And now, I'm pleased to announce the return of one of our fallen Monarchs. I'm now pleased to welcome back...Scorpius!"

A hissing energy field crackles by Zedd, snapping with power. The field, red in nature, varied with thin and thick energy streams, all of which turned thick once reaching the ceiling of the room. Scorpius then materialized within the energy, bloody tentacles whipped out from all sides.

"His bodily form restored from a piece of his dead tentacle left behind by the Quasar Rangers years ago, Scorpius was granted a recharged life force and an evolved structure..."

Emperor Zedd, always enjoying a few moments of suspense, allowed the presence of Scorpius to stir the audience even more. Unagi spoke again before Zedd could have the chance.

"A gateway to a universe outside the Morphin Grids has finally shown itself. It is our tool we must utilize while it remains open to the Roarke Realm, a realm of simpleton life forms not worth the life granted to them. It is they who you must bring back as my slaves to the Dominion. Though some among you may have your doubts, know that your efforts go not unrewarded. When this mission succeeds, all of your armies will increase ten times. The Armada will become obsolete, and the Age of Monarchy shall commence."

"It is time, my allies," cheered Zedd, "to ready yourselves for the beginnings of our ultimate victory. Diabolico, Ranisk- gather your armies. Unagi's will be done!"

The entire conference room began shaking madly, Zedd standing on stage cackling maniacally as the other Monarchs scattered and hurried to leave Serpentara via Unagi's next instruction.

From their view, the madly massive size of Serpentara flying towards Unagi's energy prison was a deafening sight. Ships began descending from the Zord and flying in the opposite direction, one of them clearly of the Machine Empire.

Its joints screeching with every movement, its mouth emitting a piercing roar, and its body slithering through the emptiness of space, nothing stopped Serpentara.

My God...I'm too late. It's too late for the life on the other side of that portal...their lives...I won't allow the nightmares here to elsewhere. My life for theirs...if that's what it comes to.

Andros raised the hood of his cloak back over his head, steering his Cyber Slider back to the dormant wreckage of Mega V1.

"Chancellor Drake, come in...get your forces ready, now."
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* I'll add in some side notes later, but this now caps off Act 2.