Seitou Sentai Angloman / Justice Task Force Angloman

[Specium Ranger]

SEITOU SENTAI ANGLOMAN
1. RULE BRITANNIA, Part 1

It was a summer Saturday in England.
All was normal. The Bobbies on the beat, the cars in a fleet, the punks throwing eggs at 10 Downing Street. At this time, two people find themselves indulging in a game of chess.
“Knight to E5,” said Tony Blair, the English Prime Minister. Cherie Blair groaned and placed her pawn aside. Suddenly, the room began to shake. It shook faster, faster, faster…the chess pieces crumbled to dust, trophies and medals melted, plaster fell. “Tony!” shrieked Cherie, “What’s happening?!” Before anyone could say anything, a purplish light filled the room and it seemed that the Prime Minister and his wife were gone.


“Doctor Blackthorn,” came a scratchy voice, “We have in our custody, the Prime Minister Tony Blair and his mate.” “Excellent,” came the dark reply, “Good work Mr. Manik.” The smaller being, Mr. Manik, bowed and left the room. He was a hunchback figure with olive green skin, gnarled black claws and dressed in brownish-black robes. His master, Doctor Blackthorn was almost human. He was a man in his middle fifties with black-and-white hair in horn curls at the sides. He had thick markings around his cold, empty eyes and his lips were pitch black. He wore an elegant black suit and white ruffled cuffs and collar, topped off with a massive, flowing black ‘Dracula’ cape. Blackthorn sat down in a throne that seemed to be made from massive bones and looked out into the throne room. His throne was perched on a massive ledge surrounded by luxuries. Before him was a small flight of steps connected to a long bridge that protruded over a river of yellowish liquid. The entire massive chamber had a lethal aura of menace and the darkness above it and along the walls added to its demonic appearance. Doctor Blackthorn pressed an unseen button under the arm of his throne, “Deltra! Ketamax! To me now!”


“I’m sorry your Majesty,” the chamberlain bowed, “But we could not find them anywhere.” Elizabeth II, Queen of England, rubbed her chin in thought, “…We are not amused…this calls for a meeting. Go gather the Members of Parliament at once! We shall meet within the House of Commons in 4 hours!” “Yes ma’am,” said the chamberlain as he walked out. “Oh dear me…” the Queen muttered, “I hope something can save us.”


“We need call this meeting of the House of Commons, effective now,” said Gordon Brown, chancellor and deputy to the missing Mr. Blair, “Our subject for today is how to retrieve Tony and Cherie Blair from unknown hands.” Suddenly, the air rippled and a blue diamond of energy appeared. It flattened and a face appeared within.
“Greetings humans,” said the image within. It was a man, of some kind, with horribly pale skin and a black diamond-shaped marking around his right eye and black lips. His hair was black-and-white hair in horn curls at the sides. His eyes gave off an evil aura. “What is the meaning of this?!” yelled Chancellor Brown, slamming both hands on his desk. “It’s quite simple my friend,” said the face in the energy-diamoned, “My name is Doctor Blackthorn, leader of the Darkshot Corporation. We have your political leader as our prisoner currently aboard slave ship Asteroid-D. We give you a choice, surrender to us now or they will die horribly and slowly. That is all.”
The face and the diamond vanished and an eerie silence fell upon the House of Commons for several moments.
“Why did he tell us their location?” said an MP no older than his middle-twenties. “Because we cannot do anything to save them,” Chancellor Brown sighed, “…We surrender.”
“Not yet!”
All eyes fell upon an MP in his approximate mid-thirties. “As Minister of Science and Technology, I may have something that will help us to rescue the Blairs.” “It had better be good Mackintosh,” Chancellor Brown looked at the younger man. David Mackintosh was always known to have a few tricks up his sleeve. Problem was…he was a crackpot. “It is good, trust me,” Mackintosh promised, “For the past 9 months, my top scientists have been working on something we call the A-Brace project. We’re on the verge of completion and with the Queen’s say-so we can put it into action.” Chancellor Brown sighed, “Anything’s worth a shot. Meeting adjourned.”


“…And so you see your Majesty, with 5 military candidates and the correct amount of radiation from the A-Brace project, we can create our own super soldiers, send them after Asteroid-D and rescue Tony and Cherie Blair,” Mackintosh completed the speech to the Queen, who was now thinking over the project. Prince Philip was hovering behind the Queen, “And how much will this cost?” “Money is not an object,” said the Queen sternly, “Gather the military’s best 5 soldiers as candidates for this project Mackintosh. Now, go.” Mackintosh nodded and bowed before quickly leaving the room.


“Commander Michael St. Austin! Sir!”
“Sergeant Roger Frank! Sir!”
“Sergeant-Major Andrew Johnson! Sir!”
“Captain Hillary Hammond! Sir!”
“Major Michelle Walker! Sir!”

“At ease,” said Mackintosh calmly, “Now…you have all been selected to be part of the A-Brace project. You are to be irradiated by a chemical called Athzeron so as to make sure your bodies can stand the strain. We are doing this in the open because Athzeron cannot effect anything or anyone in closed space. Prepare yourselves.” Mackintosh walked out of the pen as a cannon that resembled a disc launcher was aimed at the military candidates. Suddenly, there was a huge blast of purple energy and the candidates screamed as they were vaporised. “DAMN IT!” Mackintosh roared, “Those bastards knew what we were doing!” He hadn’t meant to swear but now with the candidates gone, all their hopes had gone down the pan. He looked up with everyone else present and his eyes widened. The cannon was spinning around, firing multi-coloured lightning everywhere. “She’s out of control!” yelled head scientist Grant Caster, “Duck!” Mackintosh and the scientists dropped down as the cannon exploded and a white wave fired off.



Across the country, five youths were struck by multi-coloured lightning and blacked out.


“Disaster I say!”
“Calm yourself…”
“Disaster!”
“Calm.”
“Disaster!”
“SHUT UP MACKINTOSH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!”

The whole political cabinet fell silent and looked up the table at the Queen, who had decided it right that she take part in this political discussion. “Now,” she said, “With all your attention, one has an idea.” The MPs looked at her hopefully. “The radiation was not destroyed,” said the Queen, “Merely rendered uncontained. All we have to do is…” “...Track down the radiation,” said Mackintosh, “Your Majesty! You’re brilliant!” “Thank you,” said the Queen, “But time enough for that later. Mackintosh, find the radiation. God’s speed to you.” “God save the Queen,” Mackintosh saluted before walking out of the room.


Mackintosh arrived at his central laboratory building later that night. He entered the building, slamming the door open and made his way down to the central office. “Caster!” he yelled, pushing the door open forcefully. Professor Grant Caster looked up from his microscope, “Y-Yes Minister?” “Is there some way we can scan for that radiation?” Mackintosh questioned. Caster nodded and opened his top desk draw, pulling out a red box-like object with a digital green screen, several buttons and knobs and an aerial-like device jutting from the top. “This metre should help,” Caster explained, “The more red the aerial goes, the closer the radiation. The coloured dots on the screen will give you general directions.” Mackintosh grabbed the metre and held it tightly as if it were the most precious thing in the known universe. “You’re coming to Caster,” the Minister said firmly. Caster didn’t ask questions as he was led out of the room.


He lied there on his bed, sleeping soundly. His body still crackled with red sparks every few seconds. His hands kept twitching as if gripping something invisible. His dream was odd to say the least.
He dreamt he was wearing a red-and-white jumpsuit and a red helmet. The suit’s chest was white with a red cross over it like the England flag and his red gloves and boots were trimmed with white. His helmet had a white cross on it and his black visor was shaped like a shield. In his hand was a long-bladed sword with a red handle that covered his right hand. The handle was emblazoned with a white ‘A’. In the dream he was fighting against strange soldiers. They had green leathery-bodies with clawed hands and faceless black heads covered by green woodsman hoods. They carried gruesome black guns that shot green energy blasts. “London Blade Twister!” he yelled for no reason he could think of. Holding his sword out, he span with inhuman speed, becoming a lethal red twister. Was the red from his suit or from the blood of his fallen enemies? He wasn’t so sure.
“HAAAH!” He sat up in bed, his forehead drenched in cold sweat. He looked down at his hands, red sparks were bouncing off his palms like rubber balls. “What’s happening to me..?” he croaked. “Scott?” came a female voice from outside, “Scott are you alright?” “Y-Yes mum,” said Scott, “…I’m ok. J-Just a nightmare.” “Okay, do you need anything?” asked Mrs. Harris. “No thank you,” said Scott shakily, still watching the jumping red sparks on his palms. His blonde hair was standing up on end as faint red energy surged around in his brain. Coughing reddish dust, Scott climbed out of bed and opened his bedroom door. His mother had gone back to bed, so the lights were all off, leaving an eerie silence in the house. Scott sighed and walked downstairs, flicking the lights on as he did so and made his way to the kitchen.
He poured himself a glass of milk and sat down in the living room, flicking the television on. No way could he get to sleep with the red sparks keeping him awake and the energetic nightmare still in his mind.


…Today was strange to say the least. I was on my way to the park when a blue flash hit me. I came back home and fell asleep but I had dreams that I was fighting monsters and wearing a blue jumpsuit and helmet. I still can’t get to sleep. Maybe if I watch some TV I’ll doze off.
Signed,
R
Rowan Bates shut the diary and put the pen back in its slot in the book’s spine. Moving his white baseball cap down over his eyes he sat back on the sofa and flicked on the TV. His parents were out that night so he was alone. Rowan flicked through the TV channels until stopping on UK Gold. Porridge was on and Rowan enjoyed any kind of comedy he could possibly watch, including the prison sitcom.


The wild radiation had even reached the body of a young Chinese girl. Ivy Rosewater sat in her garden, looking at the lush plant life around her. She had a love of plants and a knack for gardening. Running her fingers gently over the bud of a rose, she smiled the noticed the pink sparks on her fingers, quickly withdrawing her hand. “What have I become?” she whispered to herself. She fell unconscious in the embrace of the flowers. She dreamt she was fighting monsters whilst wearing a pink-and-white jumpsuit.


The black limousine came down the road. In the back, Grant Caster and David Mackintosh looked at their scanner, watching the metre change colour and a red dot on the screen approaching a white one, representing the limo. “We’re getting close to the red portion of the radiation,” said Mackintosh. Caster nodded. Several minutes later, the limousine stopped outside a small household. It was a dim yellow colour with ‘148’ carved on the door. “This would be the residence of Scott Harris,” said Caster. Mackintosh nodded and led his companion out of the limousine and towards the house.


Doctor Blackthorn smiled at the two unconscious figures, frozen in suspended animation. “Ah it’s wonderful being evil,” Blackthorn smiled, “So much opportunity. So much you can do with the flick of a finger.” “Doctor Blackthorn,” came the scratchy voice of Mr. Manik. “Yes Manik?” Blackthorn asked. “Um…we have bad news,” Manik replied, “…The radiation that we hoped to destroy is still active. Currently it is being collected together.” Blackthorn shrugged, “No matter. The humans stand no chance against my armies. They will either surrender or be terminated. In our case it’s a win/win situation.” “Yes Doctor Blackthorn,” said Manik quietly, “Win/win situation.” The spy wasn’t so sure. The door opened and two figures entered. One was an alluring teenage girl in revealing black leather with studded cuffs, belt and collar, the other was armoured in black, resembling a dark knight.

Blackthorn turned to the arrivals, “We did it. Deltra, Ketamax, we have conquered yet another planet.” Deltra, Manik and Ketamax bowed. “We are so close now,” Blackthorn smiled, “And soon…the universe will be ours! Hahahaha!”


“So what you guys are telling me,” said Scott in the back of the limo, “Is that the Prime Minister and his wife are victims of an intergalactic kidnapping and I’ve been infected with some sort of mucked up radiation.” “That is correct,” replied Caster, “We don’t mean to enter your life but…it’s important that we do.” “So…what do my parents think?” asked Scott. “They were told you are a member of a special club. Basically, you will be able to see your family but you must answer to emergency calls from us unless you have a good reason,” Mackintosh replied flatly. “Why should I join this little escapade anyway?” Scott challenged. “Because if you don’t,” Mackintosh frowned, “The radiation will go wild and kill you. Plus your family will be destroyed if the aliens break through.” Scott looked down in understanding, “…Yes sir…” “It’s all right,” Caster assured him, “But you do need to understand how important this project is.” “I understand,” said Scott solemnly.


“Beverley! Beverley! Beverley Langley Thompson get your narrow bum out of bed!” Mrs. Thompson yelled up the stairs. Up in her bedroom, buried beneath pillows and quilts, Beverley Langley Thompson rolled over, “I’m getting’ up!” Her hand scrambled for a slipper, which Beverley proceeded to bang on the floor. After about a minute of slapping, Beverley dropped the slipper and pulled a pillow over her face.
“BEV!” Mrs. Thompson roared. Beverley sat bolt upright in a Frankenstein fashion. Her hair was all over the place in a tangled bush of rusty brown. “WHAT?!” she yelled. “There’re some people here to see you!” Mrs. Thompson called up. “Right!” Beverley called back and climbed out of bed. Grabbing a white-and-blue striped shirt and yellow denim dungarees, Beverley quickly got dressed and made her way downstairs, combing her hair on the way. Arriving downstairs, she saw two men and a boy. Both men were dressed in official-looking clothes and the boy was wearing worn red jeans and a red ILL NINO T-Shirt. One of the officially-dressed men, an intimidating figure of a man, took the nearby Mrs. Thompson into the kitchen as Beverley sat opposite the boy and the more friendly-looking officially-dressed man.
“Hello Beverley,” the man smiled. “Yo,” Beverley replied flatly, “What’s this about?”
“Now your mother isn’t listening we can tell you,” the boy muttered, smiling as he met the girl’s gaze. “Well?” Beverley asked. The man cleared his throat, “Well, for starters Ms. Thompson, my name is Professor Grant Caster and this is Mr. Scott Harris. Were you recently struck by a yellow flash?”
“What’s it to you?” Beverley challenged. “We know what it is,” replied Scott matter-of-factly, “That good enough?” Beverley nodded, “So what was it?” “That flash was a portion of specialised radiation,” replied Caster, “Like Scott and three others, you have been granted with untapped abilities. If you come with us, we can help you tap it.”
“How about…” replied Beverley, “I give you the finger and let the nice men in white coats drag you away?” as she said this, she raised her middle finger up at the two. “We are associated with the Royal Family and Parliament Cabinet,” said the unimpressed Caster, flipping out his ID card as proof. Beverley’s eyes widened, “I…guess…” She looked at Scott and smirked, “If he’s part of it I’m in.” Scott blushed and looked down. “Excellent,” Caster smiled and clapped his hands together.


As the limo made its way down the motorway out of the city towards the small region of Epping, the two teenagers were in the far back. Beverley hooked her arm around Scott’s and smiled flirtatiously. Nervously, the boy edged his way along the seat. Beverley tightened her grip on him, she was strong for a girl of her build.
“Heh,” Mackintosh smirked from the next row up, “Young love.” “I don’t think it is,” Caster disagreed quietly.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Next time on Seitou Sentai Angloman…
With two youths gathered, Caster and Mackintosh have three left to find. With the Blairs’ lives still hanging in the balance, they had better hurry up.
Don’t miss the second part of Seitou Sentai Angloman!

[Specium Ranger]

SEITOU SENTAI ANGLOMAN
2. RULE BRITANNIA, Part 2

His massive form came through the trees, his muscles glinting with sweat and his dark hair matted against his well-coloured face. His hands grabbed the trees before him and pulled them away from each other. Alan Lawrence Grayson was a champion athlete and his military-based life had turned him into a modern-day hunter. He was on his routine morning run through Epping Forest. Feeling the warm air around him, Alan tore through a thicket, the thorns not affecting his thick skin. He lived alone in a small hut within the forest. His father had been forced to leave for the wars far away and his mother had been killed by a lion that escaped from the zoo. He didn’t mind being the only human in the house, he was old enough to care of himself and he had his animals to talk to. Alan stopped when he came across four people: two men, a boy and a girl.
“Alan Lawrence Grayson,” said one of the men, “Please come with us.”


“Doctor Blackthorn! Doctor Blackthorn!” yelled Mr. Manik, “We have trouble!” “What is it now Manik?” sighed Blackthorn, looking at Manik. The gargoyle man was leaping up and down, “We have trouble! The radiation is gathering together! The power it’s giving off is so great that the computer tracking it exploded.” Blackthorn frowned, “Did I not assure you the Earthlings cannot do anything to stop the Darkshot Corporation. Or do I fall upon deaf ears?!” he fired a blast of blue energy into Manik, causing the little man to transform into a fly and buzz out of the room. “If the humans say no, we will send down a living nightmare to lead their destruction.”


“England requires my aid?” asked Alan, “I…I would be honoured.” He bowed, “I offer my services in all ways possible.” “Good,” said Mackintosh, “Then come with us. We still have two more people to recruit.”


“BEATEN WHY FOR?
CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE!
ONE! NUTHIN’ WRONG WITH ME!
TWO! NUTHIN’ WRONG WITH ME!
THREE! NUTHIN’ WRONG WITH ME!
FOUR! NUTHIN’ WRONG WITH ME!
ONE! SUMTHIN’S GOTTA GIVE!
TWO! SUMTHIN’S GOTTA GIVE!
THREE! SUMTHIN’S GOTTA GIVE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!”

“Something’s wrong with him alright,” muttered Mrs. Bates, “Rowan! Turn it down!”

“LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!”

“His body’ll hit the floor if he keeps that up,” Mrs. Bates growled. There was a knock at the door and Mrs. Bates opened it, revealing five figures. “Mrs. Bates,” said one of the two men of the group, “We’d like a word with Rowan.”


The limo trundled down the road to the city limits. The four teens in the back sat silently as they made their way to gather the fifth and final irradiated youth.
“I don’t think the teenagers are feeling to happy about this,” said Caster. “They don’t have a choice anymore,” replied Mackintosh, “And if you’ll kindly remember Professor, neither do we. The radiation chose those teenagers thus their destiny had been set now.” “Yes Mr. Mackintosh…” said Caster, looking down at his scanner.


The beautiful Chinese girl smiled as she watered down the flowers in her garden. She was humming a tune to herself. She was wearing a pink dress and straw hat decorated with a pink flower. Her parents were out, like almost always, so Ivy Rosewater was alone. She heard the doorbell ring and so, placing her watering can down, made her way to the front door. She answered it to find two official-looking men and a group of four teens. Her eyes met with those of a boy with blonde hair and red clothing and for a moment, invisible sparks flew between them. “Ivy Rosewater,” said one of the official-looking men, “We need your help.”


“My Queen,” said Mackintosh, “The five are gathered.” Mackintosh and Caster were currently bowed before the Queen. “Excellent,” replied the Queen, “Where are they?” “They are currently within the courtyard,” replied Caster. “Have them brought to us now,” the Queen requested. Mackintosh nodded and left with. “Caster,” said the Queen, “Retrieve your creations.” Caster bowed and left the room through a different door.


In the mighty courtyard of Buckingham Palace, the five youths were awaiting impatiently. “I swear this had better be good,” Rowan growled, pacing up and down. “Silence little one,” Alan growled, “Our Queen has summoned us to aid the Empire and we shall not argue.” “Cool it you two!” snapped Beverley, standing between the two boys, “Alan, shut the Imperial crap up, Rowan, just shut up.” Rowan and Alan glared at each other than at Beverley. Scott was sitting on a stone bench facing the courtyard fountain. “Is this spot taken?” came a sugary sweet voice. Scott looked up and saw Ivy. “Sure,” he smiled. Ivy smiled back and sat beside him, her hand close to his. The two looked at each other. Feeling a bit nervous, Scott made conversation, “So…Ivy…um…tell me about yourself.” Ivy bit her lip and looked down, “Well…I was born in China but because of my parents’ jobs, we had to move here. I grew up alone mostly because my parents are almost always out and I’m looked after by the servants. Though I prefer doing things myself, I like to keep busy. So…what are you like?” Scott looked up thoughtfully then back down at Ivy. The Oriental girl was shorter then him, only as tall as his chin. He didn’t tower over her but the height difference would definitely stand out. “Well…” he began, “…I guess I grew up like most kids. Living with my parents in a two-floor house with a pet cat. But…while I do like sports and stuff, my hobby, passion, is music. I got my first guitar when I was three and I’ve been playing music ever since.” Ivy grinned up at him, “Wow. I think musicians are wonderful really. Best kind of people.” They both blushed at that. “So…” Ivy looked down, “…Can I ask you a personal question?” “Well…I guess,” Scott looked at her cautiously. Ivy’s voice lowered to a whisper, “…Have you ever kissed a girl?” Scott blushed again, “…No…” Ivy looked back at him, surprised, “A boy like you?” “What do you mean?” the boy raised an eyebrow. “Artistic, honest,” Ivy whispered, followed by a big smile, “And cute as anything on Earth.” “Well,” said Scott, “You’re not too bad yourself.” The two came closer for a moment when a voice came from the door of the palace.
“Follow me,” said Mackintosh sternly. The youths entered hesitantly, except for Alan who marched in like a soldier on parade, reaching the glorious throne room. Upon reaching the end of the hall, they bowed down as Mackintosh took his place, standing to the right side of the throne. Caster came from his place at the left side and revealed a brown casket from beneath his black coat. He clicked the lock and opened the casket revealing six devices. The devices were silver, circular boxes approximately the size of wristwatches. Each was decorated with a raised, stylised ‘A’ in a different colour for each one: red, blue, black, yellow and pink. “These are your A-Braces,” Caster explained, “They will help to channel the A-Brace Radiation inside your bodies and transform you into a team of super-human fighters. To activate you’re A-Brace, suppress the A and say ‘Anglo Henshin’ followed by your codename.” Caster proceeded to take each A-Brace and hand it to each youth. Upon touching their would-be masters’ skin, the A-Braces pressed themselves to their left wrists and crimson straps shot out, fastening the devices to the wrists.

Caster then began to introduce each teenager to their new powers.
“Scott, you will be Red London. As leader of the team, you will wield the Anglo Sword and the element of fire. Rowan, you will be Blue Shoebury. You will wield the Anglo Axe and the element of water. Alan, you will be Black Epping. You will wield the Anglo Rifle and the element of earth. Beverley, you will be Yellow Windsor. You will wield the Anglo Bat and the element of lightning. And Ivy, you will be Pink Plashet. You will wield the Anglo Bow and the element of wind. Use these powers and responsibilities well Angloman. You must now do what you have been summoned for, we’re counting on you.”
The youths looked at each other. They were all so young; they hadn’t even finished puberty yet! And now the fate of their world rested on their shoulders. Scott was the first to stand, “We’re in. But how do we reach our destination?” “Taken care of,” Caster smiled. “Angloman,” the Queen stood and pointed forward, “Go now…and with Godspeed.”


A darkened room. Or so it seemed. A rectangle of light opened and seconds later, more lights came on. The room was gigantic to say the least. It could probably contain Wembley Stadium, West Ham Football Ground and Crystal Palace Ground seven times. “Welcome to Anglo Hanger 1!” Caster declared proudly. The teens entered after home and their jaws dropped in awe. But it wasn’t the size of the room or the hi-tech equipment that had caused this reaction; it was the giant construction before them.
Held up a several girder mounts, was a gigantic shuttle-vehicle approximately 40ft in height. Deep crimson primarily, the construction was centrally a round shape with a large blocky tailfin. The tailfin was slanted on the side where it connected, the rest being a square. On the left and right sides of the tail were black plates emblazoned with lightning bolt insignias. A hi-tech, two-stalk radar system was perched between both components. A massive cannon with a rounded mount was on top of the tailfin. Beneath the circular part was a thin, squared cone that was no doubt some sort of anti-gravity generator. The circular part was also surrounded by a thick silver ring and on top of it was a silver, A-shaped mount, topped off with a dark blue dome.

“That’s magnificent,” Scott said in a choked whisper. “Yes it is thank you,” Caster smiled, “This is the Anglo Shuttle, one of the greatest inventions I have.” “Not as great as me,” a mechanical, female voice sounded out. Everyone turned their heads to the left as a disturbingly human-looking robotic girl. Her skin was a dark silver colour topped with neat black hair reaching her shoulders. Her ‘clothing’ consisted of a teal tube top-like accessory, a teal skirt and teal knee-high boots. “Oh! Of course Belle,” Caster apologised, “Everyone, this is Belle, my…a-hem…greatest invention. Belle, these are the teens I told you about.” Belle smiled and bowed before walking closer to the teens. She smiled at Scott, “So you’re the leader? Never thought I’d meet a British boy. Yum!” “Yes well…let’s move it along people,” said Caster, “We still have a mission to accomplish.” The slightly disturbed Angloman followed him to the massive shuttle.

Caster suppressed a panel on the shuttle. The panel glowed in five different colours and a door opened in the side. Caster stepped out of the way, “Well…this is as far as I can go. However, I can still help you. Just plug your hands and feet into the sockets and everything will be downloaded into your brains. Good luck team.” The Angloman bowed and made their way up the extended silver ramp and into the ship.

Inside, the ship was even more impressive than the outside. The walls, floor and ceiling were shining silver with hi-tech computers lining the walls. In what seemed to be the control room were five compartments. Four compartments encircled a dark red control chair. Each of the compartments was a coloured pod suspended on powerful metal legs. They were half-open and each contained a wide green screen and a control panel of varying types. “Well guys,” said Scott with a small grin, “I think we got some brand new toys.” “So let’s play,” Rowan chuckled.


“How does it feel Blair?” Blackthorn smirked, laying a backhand to the frozen Prime Minister. “Your precious England has run out of time now. You are doomed with the rest of them.” “DOCTOR BLACKTHORN!” Mr. Manik squeaked, running over to his leader, “The Earthlings are launching an attack on us!” “What?!” Blackthorn smirked, “The fools! Manik! Send out a fleet of D-Fighters now! I want the Earthlings blown out of existence!” “Yes sir!” Mr. Manik saluted.


Out in space, the Anglo Shuttle was making its way towards the asteroid-like prison ship currently heading for a vast, metallic black portal. But as the Anglo Shuttle came closer, the portal shimmered and three dozen or so olive-green alien jets emerged.

“Well this is exciting,” Beverley smirked from her seat in the yellow pod. Scott had taken the command chair and pointed to the giant central screen, announcing in a Picard-esque fashion, “Fire on them.” Rowan punched one of the buttons on his control pad and a list came up. Quickly scanning over it, Rowan chose a weapon, “Fusion cannon…nice. Scott! Should I try the fusion cannon?” “Do it!” Scott said authoratively. Rowan punched another button and a targeting system with joystick emerged from his control panel. “Nice,” he grabbed the joystick and adjusted the aim, “Let’s start the fireworks!” He pressed the red switch on top of the joystick.

A panel on the front of the Anglo Shuttle opened and a long black cannon emerged. A multi-coloured beam fired from the barrel of the cannon, mowing down a good portion of the alien ships.

“Wooohooooooo! I love this thing!” Rowan yelled and took aim again. The fusion cannon powered up and fired again a moment later, destroying the last of the enemies. “Uh oh!”
“What is it Rowan?”
“Fusion cannon’s out of power Scott. Can’t use it to blast into Asteroid D.”
“Then pick another weapon Country Boy!”
Rowan nodded, narrowing his eyes at being called ‘Country Boy’. Skimming through his inventory again, Rowan stopped at Rocket Launchers and pressed down on the joystick button. The fusion cannon withdrew and several panels on the ship flipped open, revealing whole clusters of rockets. The rockets fired and an explosion erupted on the side of Asteroid-D, leaving a gaping hole into the ship.
“Ivy, lower us down then activate the magna-locks,” said Scott, keeping both his eyes on their destination. Ivy nodded from inside her compartment and lowered the Anglo Shuttle to the whole and pressed a red square-shaped button. Black circles connected to energy chains fired from the side of the Anglo Shuttle and slammed to the side of Asteroid D, pulling both ships closer. A tube extended from the ship and into the asteroid, allowing the Angloman to enter. The inside of the asteroid was foreboding, almost like a futuristic dungeon. Ivy shuddered and wrapped her arm around Scott’s keeping close to him. They may have been on a mission but when the action was over and the danger was realised, they remember they were just teenagers. Five children taking on near-impossible odds.

“Come on…” Scott whispered, “…Let’s find the Blairs and haul our asses out of here.” “Right,” the others said simultaneously. Unfortunately, they were in vain. In just seconds, they found themselves surrounded by hoards of soldiers. Soldiers with leathery, olive-green skin, black mask-like faces and green woodsman hoods. “Well…I don’t think we’ll do this alone,” Alan gulped. “Then let’s use these A-Braces,” said Rowan. “Right!” Scott raised his A-Brace to his lips and suppressed the A, “It’s morphin’ time!”

“Anglo Henshin! Red London!”
“Anglo Henshin! Blue Shoebury!”
“Anglo Henshin! Black Epping!”
“Anglo Henshin! Yellow Windsor!”
“Anglo Henshin! Pink Plashet!”

Scott found himself in deep space with flames crackling behind him. Red energy flowed around his body from his A-Brace, solidifying into his jumpsuit. Clenching both fists, his helmet formed around his head and a red visor slammed into place then turned black.
Rowan found himself in deep space with a waterfall flowing behind him. Blue energy flowed around his body from his A-Brace, solidifying into his jumpsuit. Clenching both fists, his helmet formed around his head and a blue visor slammed into place then turned black.
Alan found himself in deep space with an avalanche falling behind him. Grey energy flowed around his body from his A-Brace, solidifying into his jumpsuit. Clenching both fists, his helmet formed around his head and a grey visor slammed into place then turned black.
Beverley found herself in deep space with lightning crackling behind her. Yellow energy flowed around her body from her A-Brace, solidifying into her jumpsuit. Clenching both fists, her helmet formed around her head and a yellow visor slammed into place then turned black.
Ivy found herself in deep space with a hurricane blowing behind her. Pink energy flowed around her body from her A-Brace, solidifying into her jumpsuit. Clenching both fists, her helmet formed around her head and a pink visor slammed into place then turned black.

“Red London! Flame Within Me!” Scott struck a salute-like pose.
“Blue Shoebury! Water Around Me!” Rowan struck a boxing pose.
“Black Epping! Earth Beneath Me!” Alan struck a stomping pose.
“Yellow Windsor! Lightning Upon Me!” Beverley struck a kung fu pose.
“Pink Plashet! Wind Above Me!” Ivy struck a cat-like pose.

“Bloody hell! This is amazing!” Blue looked down at himself. “I feel stronger than ever!” Black looked at his bulging muscles. “This just feels…I’m so light!” Pink tested out a high-kick. “My body’s buzzing with pure energy! Damn it feels good!” Yellow smirked, clenching her gloved fists. “So let’s get down to business,” Red narrowed his eyes. All five of them struck a salute, “Rule Britannia! Seitou Sentai Angloman! Ha!” As the soldiers came in, drawing out gruesome-looking laser pistols.
“Angloman! Anglo Blasters!” the five yelled, pulling out crimson-and-silver laser pistols.
“Majestic Shoot!” the five stood in one line then flicked their Anglo Blasters so the barrels all pointed together. The guns glowed white and a ball of multi-coloured energy built up in the centre. “FIRE!” The ball launched forward and mowed through the soldiers like a hot knife through butter. “Anglo Weapons out!” Red commanded.
“Anglo Bow!” Pink reached into a pocket of sub-space and out came a hi-tech pink-and-white crossbow. “Anglo Bat!” Yellow did the same and drew out a 4ft-long yellow bo staff, which immediately lengthened to a good 10ft. “Anglo Rifle!” Black held his hands out in a sniper style and a futuristic black rifle with a silver bayonet appeared. “Anglo Axe!” Blue reached into sub-space and out came a threatening-looking blue battleaxe. “Anglo Sword!” Red clenched his right fist as a red glow emerged and a long sword appeared with a silver A on a red handle which covered his hand in a cutlass style.
“Now we rock,” Yellow chuckled. “Let’s go!” Red yelled and led the charge. Pink fired a round of pink energy arrows from her crossbow, destroying several of the soldiers. Black flicked the bayonet of his rifle into place and fired a long stream of black energy, cutting through a few more. Yellow plunged one end of her bat into the ground and used it to prop herself up and run along the soldiers, destroying many more. Blue cut through more soldiers with deadly precision. Red was holding his own for a while until came an unfair shot.
“Guys! We have to break through these thugs – AAAAAH!” Red fell from a round of laser shots to the back.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Next time on Seitou Sentai Angloman…
Scott seems out for the count, is he going to be okay? With their leader down, do the Angloman still stand a chance or has their short-lived career come to a weak fizzling end?
Don’t miss the third and final part of Seitou Sentai Angloman!

[Specium Ranger]

SEITOU SENTAI ANGLOMAN
3. RULE BRITANNIA, Part 3

“Guys! We have to break through these thugs – AAAAAH!” Red fell from a round of laser shots to the back. “SCOTT!” Pink ran to the fallen leader and held his head up, “Oh God please be okay…” He didn’t answer her. Black leapt in with his rifle and fired off several shots, pushing the soldiers back. Pink could feel hot tears streaking down her cheeks as she tried to awaken Red, “WAKE UP DAMN YOU!” She shook him powerfully. Moments later, the last of the soldiers were gone and the other Angloman gathered around Red and Pink. Black knelt down and pressed two fingers to the side of Red’s neck, “I’m not getting anything.” “NO!” Pink yelled, “He’s not gone! I refuse to let him be gone! He’s still alive! He’s still alive!” “I’m sorry Ivy,” said Black, “But I can’t feel anything there…he’s gone.” “NO!” Pink roared, “Just shut up! He’s alive! I know he’s alive…” Her voice was choked with tears. “Why you getting so choked up?” Blue raised an eyebrow, “You got a thing for Tall, Red and Over-Quiet?” He wound up knocked to the floor by Pink. “Cool it Ivy!” Yellow grabbed the smaller girl’s arm and held her back, “Just hold it. Even if he’s gone this is still a rescue mission.” “That’s right,” Black agreed, “From royal order. So let’s go.”
Pink pulled her arm away and knelt beside Red again, “You guys go…I…I’ll catch up.” The others looked at her before nodding and Black led them away. Pink removed her helmet and then Red’s. The boy’s eyes were closed and he had a small dribble of blood on his mouth. Pink wiped it away, “I’ll miss you…I know we only knew each other a few hours but…I…lo...” She planted a small kiss on his cheek and rested him against the wall. Clipping the boy’s helmet back on, Pink stood up, “Rest in peace.” She clipped her own helmet back on, saluted and walked away.


“These children are good,” Blackthorn smirked, “But without their leader they’re nothing. Wanda…send down Skullthorn.” “Yes Doctor,” said a crackled voice. It was a woman in flowing purple, metallic robes and a purple hood. Her outfit was topped with leather spikes down her arms and in her hands was a long, twisted-looking staff. On one end was a black orb held by the clawed hand of some kind of animal. On the other end was a long black blade. A massive, black, shell-like cauldron emerged from the floor, filled with purple slime. “Live wen siht ot efil evig! Cigam ym fo ssenkrad!” Wanda chanted and held the orb of her staff over the cauldron. Black electricity sparkled on the cauldron’s contents and an orb of purple energy shot out of the liquid and vanished. “Skullthorn!” yelled Wanda.


The four remaining Angloman made their way through a dark, metallic corridor. “I’m sure the Blairs are close,” muttered Black. Pink clutched her bow tightly, “Just lemme get my hands on ‘em…” “Keep your head Pinky,” whispered Blue, “We can’t afford to lose control.” Eventually, they came to the doorway into a massive, empty chamber. The lights flashed on, revealing two massive tubes at one end.
“Mr. and Mrs. Blair…” Blue choked. “Frozen in ice,” muttered Black, “Maybe if I flick down the bayonet on my rifle I can create a sort of wielding torch.”
However, before he could carry out his plan, Black was sent backwards, crashing into the others. “Alan are you okay?” said Blue quickly. “Yes,” Black stood up groggily, “I am all right. But…we are not alone.” “Of course you aren’t,” a rattling voice echoed. The four watched in horror as bones made from pure energy rose from the ground in a horror movie style. The bones began to connect together and black energy began to fill in around the bones. Finally, a skull dropped from nowhere and landed neatly on top of the skeleton, creating a monster composed of bones and black energy. Before anyone could move, Skullthorn pulled a whip created by bones from within the black energy and cracked it, dragging Yellow to him. The whip was tight around her neck and Skullthorn had one hand on the whip handle and the other around his captive.

“Surrender Angloman or the girl will die,” Skullthorn smirked, not realising his hand was clutching one of Yellow’s breasts. Anger seething inside her, Yellow’s eyes widened and she grabbed Skullthorn’s arm, “Nobody touches my chest!” She flipped him over her shoulder and sent the monster flying through the air. The creature impacted on the wall and exploded into a pile of bones. “Well…that was easy,” Blue shrugged.” “Don’t be so sure,” Pink pointed at the pile, which was now reassembling into some kind of cannon. A dozen bone whips fired from the cannon, wrapping around the necks of the Angloman and dragging them to their knees. The front of the bone cannon changed into a massive, fang-toothed mouth and the whips began pulling the youths towards it. “Release them…” a voice came from above. Everyone looked up as a red streak came down and slashed through the whips, freeing the half-choked Angloman.

“What the smeg was that?!” Blue coughed. Pink’s eyes widened as Red appeared behind the now humanoid Skullthorn. “Let’s end it Skullthorn,” Red growled and reached into sub-space, drawing out his sword once more. “London Blade Twister!” Red held his sword out at arm’s length and began to spin on one foot, becoming a red tornado. The others watched in awe as the tornado crashed into Skullthorn then solidified again. The skeleton monster stumbled around in a dazed state. Data flashed across the Angloman visors and they stood in a single row. The five went into poses that looked as though they were getting ready for a relay race. “Lightning Finisher!” Red yelled and the five charged forward, becoming a barrier of white lightning, crashing through Skullthorn and leaving him a broken pile of white rubble.

“Britannia Rules The World!” the five struck a victory pose, turned away from Skullthorn as a matter of enemy respect. The rubble exploded. “Now let’s save the Blairs,” said Red bluntly, pointing to the frozen kidnap victims. Suddenly, a puff of purple smoke burst from the ground. “NOW WHAT?!” Blue yelled. Two figures appeared in the smoke. Deltra and Ketamax. Blue looked at Deltra and smirked, “Great ass.” Deltra smiled flirtatiously, “You can take a better look when I turn you boys into my love slaves.” “Ugh,” Black screwed his nose up, “You’re completely disgusting.” Ketamax stepped forward and drew his sword from its sheath, holding it up, “Now thou knaves shalt die!” “Let’s see about that,” Red growled, readying his own sword, “Angloman! Attack!” The five charged at the two villains.

Red and Black ganged up on Ketamax but the monster knight held his own. Blue came up behind the villain and covered his visor with his hands. “Yeeeeehaaaaaa! Ride ‘em Rowan!” “Off of me dog!” yelled Ketamax in anger, swinging his sword. “Double whammy?” Red looked at Black and he nodded in reply. Each stood on either side of Ketamax and charged into a high kick. At the last second, Blue backflipped and Ketamax’s metal head was squashed between the powerful kicks, rendering him unconscious.
Meanwhile, the girls were taking on Deltra. Yellow ducked down and swung her bat, tripping Deltra. Pink pressed her foot down on the villain’s stomach and aimed her crossbow at her face. Deltra couldn’t understand how someone of Pink’s size could contain such strength. “Girls like you give girls like us a bad name,” Yellow said and with a blow to the head, Deltra was also knocked out. The boys joined them and they congratulated each other before heading for the frozen Blairs. Black flicked the bayonet of his rifle on and fired a long stream of energy into the ice, melting it.

“Where…where are we?” asked Cherie Blair in utter astonishment. She noticed the five coloured heroes and her eyes widened, “Who are you?! Tony! What’s going on?” “It’s okay now Mrs. Blair,” Black assured her, “We’re here to save you, from order of the Queen.” Mrs. Blair nodded. Mr. Blair was looking at the five heroes, “…The A-Brace project.” Red nodded and led the Prime Minister and his wife away.


Blackthorn looked at the giant monitor in his chamber. It showed the Anglo Shuttle detach from Asteroid-D and rush towards the Earth. “And so the war now begins,” the evil genius smiled evilly.


The five teens were once more knelt down in front of the throne. The Blairs stood to the left of the throne and to the right were Mackintosh, Caster and Belle. The Queen was standing, holding her sword up.
“For your services to the country and in deed the world Angloman. Be knelt Angloman and arise…” she pressed the blade of her sword to each shoulder of the teens as she knighted them. “Sir Scott David of Harris, Sir Rowan of Bates, Sir Alan Lawrence of Grayson, Lady Beverley Langley of Thompson and Lady Ivy of Rosewater.” Smiling with honour, the five stood up as all those gathered cheered. “I hope you will all stay on as Angloman,” said Caster hopefully. The five smirked and took on a familiar pose.

“Rule Britannia! Seitou Sentai Angloman! Ha!”

Caster smiled and bowed to them, “Then come with me, I have something to show you.”


Like the mighty hangar, the room seemed dark. But this one was different. It had a magnificent cooling atmosphere and unlike the hangar, it was settled exactly 30ft beneath Big Ben. A light came on revealing Caster, Belle and the teens. The Angloman looked around in awe. The main room was a magnificent, hi-tech living room with a gigantic TV, curved silk chairs and settee, a line of computers against one wall plus just about every kind of accessory to make it perfect. There were several doors against one wall no doubt leading to other rooms and finally, five chutes in the furthest wall, each marked with a coloured ‘A’. “Welcome young warriors…” said Caster proudly, “…To the Den! Your own home from home and secret headquarters! It’s connected to the Anglo Hangar and a specialised armoury.” Belle looked at Scott, “Can I show you around?” Before Scott could answer, Belle hooked her arm around Scott’s and dragged him off. Ivy looked at Caster, “Did you…have to make her so human?” “Why do you ask?” Caster raised an eyebrow. “Because she just stole her man,” Rowan muttered. In a quick jab, he was on the ground. “Geek,” Ivy growled and walked out.


Ivy sat on the roof of Big Ben. The base was connected with a special elevator that could enter the infamous clock tower. She sighed and looked up at the full moon. “Hey you okay?” came a voice. Ivy looked as Scott sat beside her. “Yeah I’m ok…” muttered Ivy. “Are you jealous because Belle wanted to show me around?” Scott asked, “Because you don’t have to be. She just likes musicians.” “Oh…” Ivy blushed at her own stupidity and looked at him, “Scott…do me a favour.” “What is it?” Scott asked. “Kiss me,” Ivy replied quietly. Scott went still, “W-W-What?” “I want you to kiss me,” Ivy whispered. “Why?” Scott’s voice lowered. “Because what I was saying to you before…when I thought you were gone and…I wanted to say…I love you.” “Y-You do?” Scott blinked in complete surprise. “Yes I…” Ivy began, “…I know we only met today but…I love you and I want you to kiss me.” The gravity of before came again and their faces grew closer. Their eyes closed and seconds later, their lips met in a soft kiss.

Next time on Seitou Sentai Angloman…
Deltra puts her new plot into fruition, to turn the male Angloman into her love slaves. Will the love between Ivy and Scott save the Red Anglo and can they rescue the others?
Find out in the next spine-chilling episode of Seitou Sentai Angloman: The Last Temptation of London!

[Specium Ranger]

SEITOU SENTAI ANGLOMAN
4. THE LAST TEMPTATION OF LONDON

It was a cool night over England. Scott Harris felt the wind sweep through his blonde hair. He felt something soft against his attack and two hands covered his eyes. He blushed when he realised the something against his back were a girl’s breasts. “Guess who,” a sweet voice said, pressing against him slightly. “Winner of Ms. Nude England?” Scott joked. “Scott Harris,” Ivy groaned, “You are impossible.” The Oriental girl sat beside him. She was wearing a pink tube top and skirt with white-and-pink Nikes and her hair was in a ponytail.
“Why the change of style?” Scott raised an eyebrow, eyeing Ivy’s new look. “I…wanted to look more modern for you…” Ivy looked down for a moment then back at him, “Is that bad?” Scott stroked her face, “Silly girl. It doesn’t matter what you dress like. You’re still important to me.”
Ivy blushed, “Sorry I was against your back…” “Hey it’s ok,” Scott smiled back. “Oh,” Ivy said naughtily, “Enjoyed it did you?” “Maybe,” he smirked. “You English are so weird,” Ivy laughed, nudging Scott. They looked into each other’s eyes and kissed. They were disturbed by a click and a flash. Turning around, the couple gasped at the site. Rowan’s head was poking out of the roof hatch with a camera ready. “Haw-haw!” Rowan laughed, “This is going on the Internet now!” “Why you little-!” Scott lunged. “UH OH!” Rowan ducked and shut the roof hatch just in time “Gawd blimey! That was close!”


Deep within the Darkshot realm, a crystal orb glowed as it hovered in the air. “Mmm…he is interesting,” a teenaged girl giggled. “So you have chosen your three Deltra?” asked a deep voice. “Oh yes Doctor Blackthorn,” Deltra chuckled, “Mmm…I want that Red one first. He’s so…sensitive.” “Personality shouldn’t matter Deltra,” Blackthorn pointed out. “I know,” Deltra purred, “Can I toy with him first sir? Pretty please?” “Well…” Blackthorn pondered, “…Very well. Play with his emotions if you will but remember we need the male Angloman for our army.” “I know Doctor,” Deltra purred again, “That London boy just looks so yummy.” “Then go and be done with it,” said Blackthorn sternly, “Usually I would say no but I’ll make an exception.” Deltra smirked and vanished in a green heart-shaped whisp of light.


Much later that night, Scott was lying in bed. It was midnight now. Scott rolled onto his back and muttered something in his sleep. He felt something warm against his chest. Opening his eyes slightly, Scott gasped, “I…Ivy?” “Sssh my love,” Ivy whispered in a seductive voice, “Tonight…will be for us.” He tried to protest but Ivy locked his lips with hers in a passionate kiss. A relaxing feeling filled his body as Ivy kissed down his chest and stomach. He gasped as Ivy unrolled his pyjama bottoms. “Ivy! What are you – ah…” he looked up at the ceiling with wide, amazed eyes. What was happening? He felt so good. So right. But so wrong. He felt Ivy press her chest to his and kissing his throat. Not sure what to do, Scott remained in place. His fists clenched slightly in anxiety as he felt Ivy’s tongue slide into his mouth. He closed his eyes out of sheer bliss. “I shall be back…my love…” she whispered in his ear before sliding down off of his body. But the boy had been duped. Unbeknownst to him, Ivy slid out of the window and transformed. Her body became covered in revealing leather. Deltra smiled to herself, “Wow…and I didn’t even make contact…hmmm…” She wiped her mouth before transforming into a bird and flying away.
Scott felt a single tear run down his face before he pulled the quilt back over himself and dozed off.


“Enjoy thyself whore?” Ketamax asked with a laugh. “You’re just jealous I can actually get off with someone Tin-Man,” Deltra threatened, pulling out her whip, “But how about I show you how I deal with people who insult me?” “Thou wouldst have to taketh thy clothes off for that would you?” Ketamax smirked, drawing his sword. “Cease your arguing!” Blackthorn boomed, “I do not wish to see my generals fighting amongst each other!” Deltra and Ketamax faced their leader, sheathing their weapons. “I have perfected my plans to bring the male Angloman to us,” Blackthorn announced, “Ketamax, you will take a squadron of Apostles and lure the heroes out. Deltra, you will then move in and use the new power I grant you.” Deltra’s entire body began to shake violently as her eyes flashed a dark grey colour. When it stopped, Deltra’s eyes had changed from their original green to an icy blue.

“Is that understood?” Blackthorn asked. “Yes,” replied the generals in unison. “Good,” their leader smiled, “Now go.” “At once,” the generals vanished in black smoke.


“You are really serious?” Alan raised an eyebrow. “Yeah! I caught those two snogging!” said the frantic Rowan, waving the photo in his friends’ faces. Beverley wrinkled her nose in pure annoyance at the photo, “She doesn’t deserve him…that bimbo…” “Do I detect jealousy Beverley?” Alan asked. Beverley’s hand impacted on the back of Alan’s neck and she growled. Suddenly, alarms all over the headquarters went off. Running to the control room, the trio found Scott and Ivy already there, the leader keeping a good distance. Professor Caster’s face appeared on the control room monitor, “Angloman! Darkshot activity at Trafalgar Square! Get there now!” “We’ll be there,” said Scott, leading the team out of the Den.


“This is perfect,” Ketamax smiled wickedly, “Soon, the male Angloman will be under the spell of the Darkshot.” The Apostles surrounding him giggled with delight. Suddenly, a signal resembling an English flag appeared on the ground. Ketamax looked up at the five figures standing atop Nelson’s Column.
“Do you think we will allow the senseless destruction to our home?” Scott challenged.
“If you do, you couldn’t be more wrong mate,” Rowan chuckled.
“In the name of our great Queen, we shall not allow this!” Alan announced.
“So get ready to get your butts handed to you!” Beverley scowled.
“Because creatures like you do not deserve a chance to surrender!” Ivy finished.
The five frontflipped off of the mighty column and took a familiar position.
“Anglo Henshin! Angloman!” they activated their A-Braces. Ketamax narrowed his visor-like eyes as the fully transformed Angloman took their combat positions.

“Red London! Fire Within Me! Anglo Sword!” Red drew his sword in a fencing style.
“Blue Shoebury! Water Around Me! Anglo Axe!” Blue drew his axe like a barbarian.
“Black Epping! Earth Beneath Me! Anglo Rifle!” Black drew his rifle like a sniper.
“Yellow Windsor! Lightning Upon Me! Anglo Bat!” Yellow drew her bat like a ninja.
“Pink Plashet! Wind Above Me! Anglo Bow!” Pink drew her bow like an archer.

“Rule Britannia! Seitou Sentai Angloman!” the five yelled, a multi-coloured explosion erupting behind them. “Welcome to thy doom Angloman,” Ketamax laughed, “Thou hast sealed thy own fate!” “Cut the bollocks Mecha-Man,” Red growled. The two forces charged. Swords clashed as Ketamax and Red battled. The fight elevated until the leaders were atop the Nelson’s Column. Deltra was hidden behind the column and made her way up the stone pillar. She quickly appeared between the two and Red froze stiff. She unclipped the stationary fighter’s helmet and pressed her lips to his, pulling him under her spell.
“Now follow me,” Deltra whispered and they vanished in blood red light. Black ducked beneath two Apostles, causing them to collide. He delivered an uppercut to the chin of another Apostle then a lethal kick to another one’s stomach. Three more Apostles came from different directions but were defeated as Black fired a blast from his rifle into another one, sending it into the second before lowering the bayonet and decapitating the third. He suddenly felt something around his body and moments later, his helmet was gone and something was pressed to his lips.

“Oi slag!” yelled Blue, “Get ya bloody mitts off my friend! Shoebury Boomerang Bang!” He threw his axe in a boomerang fashion but a powerful hand grabbed it. “Alan you stupid bugger!” Blue snapped, “Wotcha snag me axe for?!” Black threw the axe back at Blue and knocked him over. Before he could get up, the country boy gasped as Deltra’s whip wrapped around his waist and pulled him through the air towards the temptress.

“Where are those bloody boys?!” Yellow snapped, breaking free of an Apostle headlock and swinging the soldier over her, knocking down three more. Pink jumped over another Apostle and delivered a kick to its back before landing. “SCOTT?!” she called out, “ALAN?! ROWAN?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” “Looking for these boys,” a laughing voice asked. The two girls dodged the Apostles and looked on to see Deltra, the three boys knelt beside her. “What did you do to them?!” Ivy shrieked. Deltra smirked, “They are my loyal servants…and they will soon be more. Now attack!”
The three boys charged and pinned the girls before they could even react. “Go on Deltra you’re in the driver’s seat,” Ivy growled, “What are you planning for them?”
Deltra’s smile darkened and she knelt beside her, “I suppose you have no chance of stopping me so I could tell you. These three will be the fathers of a race of super soldiers. What is nine months for you will occur in just nine minutes. Born to fight, the soldiers will allow the Darkshot to conquer Earth.” Her voice lowered to a whisper, “Your boy was easy to begin with. You were too late to claim him Ivy Rosewater, I’ve already seen parts of him you’ve only dreamed of.” “You filthy slut,” Pink tried to pull free. “I’ll take the country boy and the modern-day Tarzan with me. The leader will finish you off.” She laughed and vanished with Blue and Black.
“Scott, don’t do this,” Pink pleaded, only to be thrown through the Nelson’s Column with such force she heard her own back pop. Yellow somersaulted upwards and landed a kick to Red’s chest. “I didn’t wanna do this,” she growled, punching the former leader hard in the chest. Red grabbed Yellow’s wrist and flipped her over his back, sending him crashing into the ground. He then raised his sword over the motionless girl when something wrapped around his stomach and lifted him slightly off the ground. He heard Pink shout out, “Pink Passion Embrace!” The next thing he knew, Red was trapped in a bone-crunching bearhug. Red gasped for air and rammed his sword backwards. Pink screamed and released Red as the blade pierced her body.

The corrupted leader turned and looked down at Pink as she demorphed into Ivy, bleeding from her side. “Scott…” the girl coughed, “…I…” Red froze, the tears in Ivy’s eyes brought him to his senses. “Oh…oh no…Ivy…?” He knelt down beside Ivy, “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay…” Pink energy enwrapped the two and Ivy’s wound healed. Yellow’s eyes widened behind her visor at the site, “Dudes…what was that?”
“Whatever it is,” Red helped Ivy to her feet, “We have to save Rowan and Alan before we work it out.” Ivy activated her A-Brace, “Anglo Henshin! Pink Plashet!”


“So the whore has two of the three,” Ketamax smirked. “What are you talking about Metalhead?” Deltra growled, “Red London will be here soon.” “Then explain this,” Ketamax insisted. The knight’s chest opened revealing a monitor and Deltra watched in horror as he played back the scene. “So that little Asian bitch brought my main boy back,” Deltra pouted, “Well I’ll get him back. You’ll see!” “We shalt see Deltra,” said Ketamax as his chest closed and he left the room. Deltra looked at the two statue-like former heroes nearby. She stroked Black’s stomach and smiled when the wall exploded. Deltra spun around and looked in anger at the three figures as they entered.
“How did you find me?!” she snapped. “It’s not wise to store our friends in a warehouse when all the Angloman are connected,” said Red cockily, “Now let’s take them back.” He suddenly fell to the ground, grasping at his visor in pain, “YAAAAAAAAH! MY EYES! MY EYEEEEEEEES!” Pink knelt by him and though she hated herself for it, Deltra stood her ground, “D-Don’t p-p-play with that f-f-façade!” Red looked at her and a blast of laser light shot out, hitting Deltra in the eyes.
Blue and Black blinked and looked around. “Cor blimey…” said Blue in a daze when he saw the unconscious Deltra, “What ‘appened there?” “I don’t know,” said Yellow as she ushered them out of the warehouse.


Professor Caster looked up from his experiment as the doors of his lab opened and the unmorphed teens entered. “I thought I’d be seeing you kids,” the scientist smiled, “Don’t worry…all will be explained.”

Next time on Seitou Sentai Angloman…
While the Angloman learn about their newfound abilities, Darkshot creates a powerful way of making his army superior in every way. But the Professor has a surprise to.
All in the next exciting episode of Seitou Sentai Angloman: Arise! Anglo Robo!

[Specium Ranger]

Uh yeah um, can I please get some of your opinions please? I don't like being left in the dark.

[Specium Ranger]

SEITOU SENTAI ANGLOMAN
5. ARISE! ANGLO ROBO!

“So what was it Professor?” asked Scott, “When I…I hurt Ivy she healed herself and when I was mad at Deltra…lasers shot out of my eyes.” “It’s quite simple really,” Professor Caster said calmly, “There was a bigger side effect to the A-Brace radiation then we were letting on. Each of you has gained a special power along with your attacks and sub-space access. Scott, your power is laser vision whilst Ivy’s power is healing.” “Then what about the rest o’ us man?” Rowan demanded. “You’ll learn soon enough,” Caster promised, “Of that I assure you.” “Fine,” Rowan crossed his arms over his chest.


“Doctor Blackthorn,” said Wanda, “I am afraid your minions failed again.” “I realise that Wanda,” replied Blackthorn. The mad scientist was on his throne, tapping his fingers together patiently, “Wanda…send down a new monster and design a way to make them stronger.” “Yes Doctor,” Wanda bowed and left the throne room. As she did, Blackthorn coughed into his palm, “One of these days…soon…this world will be mine…Ketamax! Go find Red London!” Ketamax appeared from the darkness and bowed, “Thy wish is my command.”


The next day, Scott was beginning to fall asleep at his desk. Frau Saund, his German teacher, was droning on and on about German cuisine. While usually bright, Scott hated German. It wasn’t the lesson itself, but Frau Saund never delivered it with any spark, she just gave it blankly. “Herr Harris! Wake up!” Frau Saund slapped her ruler down on Scott’s desk, giving the boy a fright. “Huh? Um…sorry…” he yawned, “Up late last night.” “That’s because you’re an idiot,” Frau Saund said threateningly. Scott clenched his fists, he hated Saund and sometimes he wanted to get up and smack her in the face. He knew better than that and unclenched his fists. The boy next to him nudged him and gave a knowing wink as if to say, ‘Don’t worry. Come lunch time, she’s mine.’ Scott smirked slightly and turned back to the whiteboard as Frau Saund began writing on it.
Suddenly, the wall exploded and smoke and debris clouded everywhere. Everyone in the room looked in horror at the black knight-like figure standing where the wall used to be. “Ketamax…” Scott whispered. “COMETH OUT RED LONDON!” Ketamax roared, “I KNOW THOU ART HERE!” As students and teacher began running in panic, Scott ducked behind an upturned table to transform, “Anglo Henshin! Red London!”

“THOU CANNOT HIDETH FOREVER!” Ketamax shouted threateningly, “COME OUT OR I SHALT DESTROYETH THIS COMPLEX!” “You want me Ketamax?” Red emerged from the smoke, “Bring it on.” “We shalt taketh this battle outside,” Ketamax demanded, “Then we shalt have more room to fight.” “I agree,” Red flicked out his Anglo Blaster and fired, sending Ketamax into the school’s courtyard. “Anglo Sword!” Red frontflipped, drawing out his sword but Ketamax blocked it with his own weapon, “Thou art good Red London. But I am better.” The two swordsmen battled furiously but Red had an advantage, he was faster. The hero slid between Ketamax’s legs, slicing him in a delicate place. As Ketamax fell over, clutching his groin area, Red struck him again with his sword, “How’d ya like that Tin-Man?”
“Ugh…” Ketamax groaned, “I will be back…in the meantime…allow me to introduce…ugh…Snailthorn!” The knight teleported away. “Snailthorn?” Red looked around when suddenly, he was pinned by something slimy. He tired to pull away but the thing on his back kept him tight against the ground. He heard a squelching voice in his ear, “Don’t try to get up Red London, it increases the pin.” Struggling under the beast, Red managed to bring his A-Brace to his mouth and suppress the border, “Ivy…Bev…anyone…I need help.” The weight was making it hard to breath. “Where are you Scott?” came the voice of Beverley. “I’m in the courtyard of Langdon School…” Red choked out, “I need you all here now…” His eyes closed as he lost consciousness, unable to breath.


Rowan was outside his own school at the ice cream van, currently scoffing down a ’99 Flake. Suddenly, his A-Brace beeped and he hid behind the van, “Rowan here. ‘Sup?”


Alan was running through his forest when his own A-Brace beeped, “Alan here. Go ahead.”


Ivy was tending her garden when finally, her A-Brace beeped, “Ivy here. What’s the situation?”


Beverley spoke into her A-Brace, her words going to all three of them. She was already running down Langdon Crescent towards the school, “I need all three of you to meet me at Langdon Secondary School. Scott’s in trouble and is possibly trying to engage in battle with a superior foe. Teleport to the school’s courtyard at once before Scott’s a red puddle.” “DON’T SAY THAT!” Ivy’s voice shrieked. “Sorry, Beverley out,” Beverley switched off her A-Brace’s com-link then, hiding behind one of the school’s three buildings, transformed, “Anglo Henshin! Yellow Windsor!”

“Oh this is so easy,” the squelched voice whispered, “Their leader has already failed.” He was suddenly bombarded with laser blasts, “What the?!” When the smoke cleared, the oncoming Angloman could see that the attacker pinning Red was a gigantic snail but with two powerful arms and two pincer arms, blades lining its back and shell and a metallic chest plate. “Okay that’s just gross,” Blue cringed. “Too kind,” Snailthorn’s chest plate opened revealing two gattling cannons and several dozen energy blasts fired out, knocking the four over. “Ugh…” Black forced himself to stand, “Rowan, you and I will fire, Beverley, you and Ivy get Scott out of there.” “Right,” Pink and Yellow backed up slightly.
“Epping Shock Shot!”
“Shoebury Boomerang Bang!”
Blue threw his battleaxe at Snailthorn, hitting the creature’s shell and causing it to lose balance. The black sphere of energy from Black’s rifle knocked him onto his side. At once, Pink dragged Red to safety as Yellow smacked Snailthorn’s head with her bat to keep him down. Pink winced at the purplish sludge covering Red’s back and shook him, bringing him back to consciousness. Snailthorn’s chest opened up and the ammunitions fired out again, sending Yellow flying back into Blue.
Red wiped the last of the sludge off of him and stood up shakily, data flashing across his visor, “Angloman! Single file!” The rangers stood in line, all facing the dazed enemy. They then took positions as if preparing for an Olympic track race. Data flashed on all their visors and their bodies began to glow white, white electricity bursting off of them, “LIGHTNING FINISHER!” The five charged forward, becoming a single wave of white lightning. Snailthorn screamed as the lightning surged through him and he toppled, exploding as the Angloman once more solidified.
Blue leapt into the air in celebration, “YEAH! WE ROCK! WE ROCK! 2, 4, 6, 8, who do we appreciate? ANGLOMAN!” “Cool it lil’ guy,” Yellow muttered.

“It’s not over Angloman,” a familiar voice said. The Angloman turned around as Deltra appeared holding a silver goblet filled with dark red liquid. “Deltra…” Red growled. “Oh I’m not here to fight you,” Deltra giggled before drinking from her goblet and spitting the red liquid onto the fragments of Snailthorn’s remains. Before the Angloman could feel disgusted, Deltra warped away and Snailthorn’s fragments began to fly into the air and reassemble, slime emerged from the pieces of his underbelly and moments later, the pieces flew in a blood-coloured hurricane and settled into one another, forming a gigantic Snailthorn approximately 210ft.
“Oh man!” Blue gasped, “Now what the Hell do we do?!” Red’s A-Brace beeped and Professor Caster’s voice emerged, “Angloman! I have a special weapon for this situation! Raise your A-Braces and say, ‘Anglo Robo! Initiate’.” “Right,” Red nodded.
The five raised their A-Brace arms up and as one being, shouted, “Anglo Robo! Initiate!”

The doors of the Anglo Hangar flew open and the Anglo Shuttle emerged, taking off into the air and then into space. As it reached space, it turned downwards and flew towards the location of the Angloman. As it re-entered the atmosphere, it began transforming. The sides of the circular component pulled away and moved downwards to the bottom, then turned as metal feet emerged and folded upwards. The underside of the ship opened and rectangular pieces folded out, coming to the now flat sides of the main component. Metal hands emerged from the rectangular pieces as the back closed. The dome on the top folded away, revealing a silver panel that fit in perfectly with the rest of the silver A. Finally, the tail end divided and folded back, revealing a head with a silver helmet and red headfins. The side headfins folded downwards until they resembled small wings while the top fin remained the same. The newly formed Anglo Robo landed on the ground, its eyes glowing.

“That is totally cool!” Yellow smiled. “Anglo Robo! Power up!” the huge mechanoid said in a metallic voice. The Angloman crossed their arms over their chests and teleported inside the cockpit, located inside the Anglo Robo’s head.
The cockpit was mostly silver with a black floor and the control section had three sections, the front one being smaller than the others. Each panel on the sections had a coloured orb on a silver dias. In the front section was a red one, the middle one had black and pink orbs and finally, the back had blue and yellow orbs. The Angloman teleported into the cockpit, landing in their seats inside their respective sections.
“Now let’s make this fair,” Red clasped his orb. “We can win with this thing,” Pink smiled. “Check out the stereo on this thing!” Blue grinned, getting Yellow’s hand up the back of his neck. “Anglo Robo! Go!” the five declared as one.

“You think you can beat me with that tinker toy?” Snailthorn chuckled, sliding towards the Anglo Robo. The mighty robot leapfrogged over the monster and delivered a thrusting kick. “WHOA!” Snailthorn collapsed onto his side but quickly regained his balance. “Royal Rifles!” Black declared, grasping his orb.
Anglo Robo reached behind itself and sub-space opened, allowing the robot to draw out two magnificently-built rifles with the familiar lightning bolt etched into the barrels and the Royal Family’s coat of arms on the barrels.
“Fire!” the five yelled and a blast of glorious energy fired from the rifles, hitting Snailthorn head on. Anglo Robo put its rifles away and spoke, “Finishing recommendation – Royal Strike.” “Then let’s do it,” said Red. The five took a position, Red imagining he was holding a sword.
A magnificent cutlass-styled sword with the Angloman A on the blade guard appeared in the Anglo Robo’s right hand. “Royal Strike!” the Angloman declared. The Anglo Robo’s sword glowed crimson and made three slashes, scarring a glowing A into Snailthorn’s chest. With a fourth slash, the Anglo Robo turned away as the monster toppled over and exploded.


“Curse you Angloman!” Blackthorn roared, “One day I shall be victorious!”


“Well done my friends!” Caster yelled as he, the teens and Belle sat around the main table of the Den. “Another victory for us,” Alan smiled. “I know you’re all under aged,” said Caster, “But here’s a treat.” He poured out six glasses of champagne which they gathered up quickly. “To the Anglo Robo,” Scott announced, raising his glass. “To the Anglo Robo,” the others agreed, raising their own glasses.

Next time on Seitou Sentai Angloman…
Scott is forced to take his young cousins to the zoo so Ivy decides to go with him. However the Darkshot decide to literally put the squeeze on them.
Don’t miss the next spine-chilling episode of Seitou Sentai Angloman: Snake’s Alive!