GeddonZord
06-30-2005, 08:34 PM
Hello Rangerboard people! Hello Bushwakka, hello Phaeton, hello Zordcrazy, hello Kali, hello anyone I forgot..I'm back! This is my answer to one of Phaeton's fanfiction challenges he posed last month..
After this I return to Mystic Destiny, then from there onto the final frontier.
I know the name is campy, but campy is good... :P
I've finished the prologue and Act One so far, more to come...
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Prologue:
It was a dark and foreboding forest, full of the sounds of various night-dwelling creatures. Which each step, a soft crunch could be heard. The man made certain to mask his flight threw the forest, but even with all of his skills, that was not entirely possible.
After several minutes of trudging threw the forest, the man and his entire blue armor, which covered him from head to toe, paused as the forest cleared to reveal the enormous expanse of a canyon.
For as far as the eye could see, a vast black abyss stretched out with red collumns of stone the only things to break up the monotony.
After a few seconds of looking, the man spotted the worn old wooden bridge connecting the forest plateau with another large plateau nearby. Trying to keep out of the light of the planet’s three moons, the man sled silently onto the bridge and carefully made his way across, pausing only briefly to stare at the canyon below. One false step, and certain death awaited below.
The wind howled in the distance. Sensing the wind, the man knew that a storm was approaching. Which gave him all the more reason to make haste to his destination, for before him loomed a large gothic fortress, the only signs of civilization as far as the man knew, on this entire planet.
The fortress was crafted of obsidian, giving it a sinister black gloss to its entire surface. Numerious scenes of humans and other races with looks of horror or agony decorated the entire building, filling the man with both disgust and horror. At the top of the fortress, two enormious stone gargoyles perched, silent and immobile.
Taking his gaze off the statue, the man looked ahead on the worn and beaten path linking the bridge to the fortress. Sure enough, the foul creatures the fortress’ master kept as minions guarded the entrance.
They were mostly black in color, but had red eyes and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Long catlike claws were ready at a moments notice to strike from the hands of the creatures.
The creatures were known as Zuunobilians, and were from a world a few star systems removed from this one. A nightmarish planet eternally shrouded in darkness, it was one of the most remote regions in the galaxy. The Zuunobilians, savage darkness dwelling primatives they were, lived on the world practicing foul rites of cannibalism and ritualistic murder, until a powerful being found their world and enslaved them.
Now the Zuu as they came to be known, killed on the behalf of their master, and devoured those they killed, sometimes going into a frenzy in the same manner as certain predatory fish found on many worlds.
For a sentient being to behave in that manner was inexucusable however, and the man had no intention of showing them mercy if it ever came to blows. But the man’s first objective was not combat, but to infiltrate the fortress itself. But knowing the fortress’ owner as he did, the man knew combat was inevitable.
Withdrawing his sword from its scabbard, the man charged silently at the Zuu, who could barely reacte in time as the fine blade slashed them across the chest as the man past with lightening procision.
Seven other Zuu nearby let out screeches of excitement, as they always did when possible prey was near, and ran at the man, who in turn stood at the ready. Removing his sword with inhuman reflexes, the man managed to kill two of the creatures before they knew what hit them, then spun around and sliced four more in one lightning fast motion.
With only two left, the man placed his sword back in its holding place and extended his right hand towards the foul creatures, who charged towards him with the intent to kill.
The man yelled a series of seemingly uncomprehendable words, and suddenly and screaming ball of energy streaked out of his fingertips and engulfed the last two Zuu without a sound.
Sighing, the man once again focused on the fortress. With all stealth, he approached its entrance, which lay open as if welcoming him. Clearly, the owner of the fortress knew the man had arrived.
Fighting back a vague sense of dread, the man ran into the fortress’ open door. Inside the fortress was much different in appearance. Candles burned silently from their posts in the walls. A majestic red carpet decorated the floor and the central spiral staircase. Here and there portraits of far off worlds decorated the walls.
Ignoring the artwork, the man climbed the spiral staircase, steadily climbing to the top of the fortress knowing that the master of this place surely awaited.
Eventually the stairs ended, and a lavishly docorated room loomed before him.
Sure enough, the room was not empty, for one lone dark figure stood in its center. The figure silently turned to face the man he so hated, who had slowly but surely reduced his empire to this single fortress.
The figure’s face consisted of a burning visage of licking orange flames and a golden skull-like mask. He wore only black robes and sure enough, clutched his crystal staff tightly. The symbol of his power, the figure never was without his staff.
“Its over Wizard..” The man said in a masculine, but couragious and wise sounding voice.
“Yes…I would have to agree sadly. You did an excellilent job in tracking me here Zordon, of all the worlds I could have hided on, why did you suspect Ominos?” The “Wizard” said in a eerie voice that seemed to be in two places at once.
“I could sense your pressence on this world. Your existence in the morphing grid is still strong. I have learned to tap into it to gain information I lack.” Zordon said, clutching the handle of his sword
“Most impressive. I didn’t think you had it in you to accomplish such a feat. But no matter, as you can Zordon, I am beaten, defeated. You killed my last minions outside, and soon I will begin to lose magical power now that you have cut off my last source.” The Wizard said
“You really expect me to believe your lies? If you wanted to surrender, you would not have waited in your fortress Wizard. No, this is simply another one of your tricks.” Zordon said
“Very good..you remembered why I am gladed the wizard of deception it seems…because I like to deceive people.” The wizard said
“I am not deceived” Zordon said flatly
“Perhaps, but I did lure you here for a reason. If I am to lose all I have worked so hard for, then at least I can be rid of you, my nemisis..now prepare to enter the Nether realm Zordon!” The wizard spat, aiming his staff.
Calling opon the dark forces within, the Wizard summoned waves of black energy and sent them Zordon’s way.
Zordon in turn, concentrated inwardly, and fused the energies of the morphing grid with those of his own magical power.
In a flash, the Wizard’s wave of dark energy stoped cold against a literal wall of light.
This only made the Wizard more determined, and he summoned yet another even more potent spell from his arcenal.
A vortex of red fire leaped out of the Wizard’s face and collided with Zordons’ barrier. Slowly but surely, the flames managed to break down the wall. When this occurred, Zordon went flying into the far wall, but quickly used his reflexes to land on the ground softly.
The Wizard fired another volley of red flames at Zordon, but this time Zordon withdrew his sword and rushed forward, slicing threw the flames in his path as he approached the wizard.
In shock, the Wizard found himself torn in half as Zordon sliced him in two. Screaming in agony, the wizard felt the last of his power slipping away.
“It is over Wizard. Now you will only exist as a bad memory for the good people of this galaxy. Your evil is at its end.” Zordon said
The wizard’s broken body lay on the ground silently, orange flames from his body slowly rose to the ceiling..
“Perhaps…..but one day Zordon…one day I will return…..Ghost of Darkness, I use the last of my strength to give you my life. One day, when another of Zordon’s enemies calls upon my name, restore me to life!” The wizard gasped.
Slowly, the orange flames of the wizard’s mask began to dim. First to red, then to brown, then finally, the golden mask of the Wizard of Deception lay silent and alone by torn black cloth that had once been the Wizard’s robes. Mysteryiously, the staff the wizard always carried was missing. Zordon did not waste time dealing with that last unimportant detail, and made all haste to leave the fortress by the same way he came.
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Over one hour later, Zordon sat silently within the confines of his starship as it glided out of the dark blue atmosphere of Ominos. Shaped like a bird of prey, the ship was but one piece of a greater whole, although it had not been used as such in eions. Zordon fondly remembered his time several centuries ago, battling the likes of Lord Zedd and his minion Rita Repulsa, as well as numerious other villains. The ship he currently piloted formed the head of what was once the galaxy’s most formidable fighting vehicle, the Nebula Megazord. The rest of the Zords had been nearly totaled following the last apocalyptic battle with Lord Zedd. He had lost his only four friends that day, friends that had been on his team for centuries ever since his father past the mantle of Red Ranger onto him.
The Rangers were a tradition on Eltar, ever since an ancient alien invasion. Every few centuries Eltar past the mantle of Ranger onto the next generation. Zordon’s father had not been the first Red Ranger, nobody really knew how long the tradition went back, but Zordon had listened fondly as a youth of his father’s tails of his grandfather’s exploits against the ancient Morphinite Empire, and their evil master, Ivan Ooze. As for generations before that, Zordon could only guess.
The sleek red craft suddenly streaked into the distance, approaching the speed of light.
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Act One:
It had been several hours since Zordon’s fateful mission to Ominos had transpired. Zordon’s vessel exited hyperspace and flew towards the blue world ahead. It had been quite some time since he had been to Kirovia, the beginning of his campaign against the Wizard to be exhact. But now that he had returned, Zordon indended on making the most of his time. There was not a moment to spare on recreation. Surely there was some evil afoot elsewhere in the galaxy, awaiting to be stamped out.
The ship landed on the white runway and came to a stop.
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A few minutes later, Zordon walked into the Royal Kirovian courtyard and was greeted with chears and shouts of applause from a vast crowd of Kirovian citizenry.
A bearded gentleman with brown hair and blue eyes in a royal white robe bearing the royal crest of Kirovia, two rings around a bird of prey, walked up to Zordon and patted him on the back.
“News of my victory of the Wizard must have spread quicker than I released Andrion.” Zordon said
“The Wizard’s fate was sealed after the battle of Edenoi and you know it Zordon. He lost his greatest source of magical power there, and it was only a matter of tracking him down after he escaped.” Andrion said
“It pleases me to hear you say that your majesty” Zordon said, bowing his helmuted head to the king.
“You do not have to treat me with such formality Zordon, you have after all, saved the Galaxy too many times to count, indeed, it is I who should be bowing to you my friend. Come, I had a message from your wife on Eltar, Dalceyia, it appears we have yet more good news in all of this.” Andrion said
Walking like the proud warrior he was, Zordon bathed in the grateful voices he hurled their praises his way. Eventually though, the King and Zordon exited the celebration and made their way to the King’s priviate commication chamber.
A humble room, it lacked anything in the way of high-tech gadgetry, with the exception of a single viewing screen. Paintings of past royalty of Kirovia dotted the walls, artistic depictions of kings long forgotten in the minds of present day Kirovian citizenry.
The present king, Andrion, reached over to the screen and instantly it came to life, desplaying the image of the lovely Eltarian woman who was Zordon’s wife.
“I heard you defeated the Wizard after nearly 20 years..I am glad at least one villain was brought to justice.” The woman said
“Yes….” Zordon answered
“But I did not call to tell you about that. I called to tell you my husband, that I am with child.” Dalceyia said
The news hit Zordon like a metior impact. Children were very rare on Eltar. Eltarians lived for thousands of years, and rarely was a child born. For him, it was the greatest gift he could possibly receive.
“I will be home soon my dear..” Zordon said quietly.
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Meanwhile, somewhere else on the planet…
Sparcon walked threw the polished hallways of Kirovia’s Royal Spaceforce academy with pride. He had wanted what seemed like his whole life to live up to his dream of joining the academy and leading his own squadron, and now his day had finally arrived.
Sparcon was a handsome young man with a fair skintone and brownish-blonde hair. He had green eyes, which was rare for people of his world. He wore the flight cadet uniform he had received at the door, a red, orange, and black uniform with the royal insignia, a large bird of prey, emblazioned boldly in red on the chest area for all to see.
He politely waved to people who passed by him, and entered the final white door, which was emblazioned with the same royal insegnia as his uniform, with confidence.
Upon entering the room, he came upon another hallway, and without looking, began walking right threw intent on entering the door at the far side of the room. But Sparcon’s feet flew out from under him before he could, sending the young man falling to the floor.
Angrily, Sparcon looked up to see the face of a dark-skined young man about his age smirking at him. The boy was wearing the same uniform as Sparcon, that much was evident, but the young man betrayed none of his amusement.
“Why did you trip me?” Sparcon said angrily
“You were there”. The young man answered
Sparcon immediately threw himself to his feet and charged.
But no sooner than had he launched his attack had a strong hand gripped the boy by his back. Sparden, surpised, felt himself lifted off the ground and turned to face a grim-faced young man, wearing a Space-force uniform.
The man was not much older than the two cadets, but he had four years of true flight expierence under his belt, fighting against menaces like the Wizard. He had slightly tan skin, jet black hair and piercing blue eyes like the eyes of a hawk.
“Hello Air Commander…so nice to see you..” The darker skined young man said with alittle fear in his voice
“After a year here I’d think you would have learned a thing or two about discipline Malik….I suppose yet another punishment is in order.” The “Air Commander” said, then turned his attention to Sparcon
“And I have never seen YOU hear before…new are we? And picking fights already? Well, I suppose your never too early for being disciplined..”
“Please…I didn’t mean to..” Sparcon started
“That’s what they all say.” The “Air Commander said, then dragged both boys away to some location Malik was already familiar with.
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Malik and Sparcon fought to push themselves off the floor. Sweat flowed down from their heads.
“Goofing off like that will get you killed on the battlefield, understand that, and remember that next time you think of making merry.” The Air Commander said
“Synacu….breaking in the recruits early aren’t we?” A feminine voice called out from nearby.
All three turned to gaze on a beautiful young woman with blond hair and a fair complexioun, wearing a pink, red, and white outfit. A long red cape flowed back behind her starting from behind her shoulders.
“Lady Astra….what are you doing here?” Synacu said, slightly taken offguard
“I came here to see you, my father is away on an ammassidoral trip and I thought I would take the opertunity to see you” Astra said
“You know you aren’t supposed to be here while I am on duty!” Synacu said slightly emmbarrased
Malik smirked
“Come on, its not the first time I’ve come, and you enjoy my visits. We will be married in a few months, stop acting like I’m a child past her curfue.” Astra said
“Fine..but..you two..” Synacu turned towards Malik and Sparcon
“If you mention a word of this to anyone…I won’t be happy…” Synacu said
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Somewhere…far beyond the borders of the galaxy…
A lone blue starship soared threw the depths of space. It was shaped like a blue bird of some sort. Onboard was a figure wearing a white and blue spacesuit, with a blue helmut and a black visor.
On a small green screen in front of her, the figure watched as small green letters scrolled across the screen and spelled out “Nothing Detected”.
The small ship soared onwards ahead, the swirl of stars passing her by. This time..something else besides empty space lie in front of her…
It was a large, ovoid shaped ship of some sort, not totally there, but diffinitely not there. It looked diffinitely organic from the looks of it.
“Computer….scan the incoming object” The soft feminine voice said from beneath the obcuring helmut
However, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, at least as far as the computer was concerned.
It was all the woman could do to steer her small ship out of the path of the bizzarre ship.
“Computer…what is the nearest star system in the Galaxy?” The woman said in a urgent, but calm tone
The computer paused a second, then spelled out in small green letters: “Kirovia”
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Zordon steered his ship past the vast amounts of space traffic in orbit over the blue world of Eltar, his homeworld, and entered Eltar’s atmosphere.
Slowly but surely, Zordon carefully landed his ship on one of the world’s many floating cities which existed high in Eltar’s vast atmosphere.
The city was white, like a floating marble sculpture, a literal flying star.
A soft, computerized monotone voice the sounded, “Welcome to Ironos Zordon”.
Zordon opened the cockpit door and steped onto the metallic serface of Ornos. Carefully, Zordon removed his blue helmut for the first time in many days. Facially, Zordon looked indentical to a human, however, he possessed no hair. While his race normally possessed hair, Zordon choose not to.
Almost immediately, his wife ran out in her favorite white dress to greet him.
She seemed even more beautiful now than she was when Zordon first met her over a century ago.
The two lovers embraced, holding each other for what seemed like eternity.
“I have missed you my love” Zordon said
“As have I” Dalcea said
The two briefly stared at Eltar’s three moons, than walked away.
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Meanwhile….at Kirovia, not all was right.
For something evil approached the unsuspecting world…
After this I return to Mystic Destiny, then from there onto the final frontier.
I know the name is campy, but campy is good... :P
I've finished the prologue and Act One so far, more to come...
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Prologue:
It was a dark and foreboding forest, full of the sounds of various night-dwelling creatures. Which each step, a soft crunch could be heard. The man made certain to mask his flight threw the forest, but even with all of his skills, that was not entirely possible.
After several minutes of trudging threw the forest, the man and his entire blue armor, which covered him from head to toe, paused as the forest cleared to reveal the enormous expanse of a canyon.
For as far as the eye could see, a vast black abyss stretched out with red collumns of stone the only things to break up the monotony.
After a few seconds of looking, the man spotted the worn old wooden bridge connecting the forest plateau with another large plateau nearby. Trying to keep out of the light of the planet’s three moons, the man sled silently onto the bridge and carefully made his way across, pausing only briefly to stare at the canyon below. One false step, and certain death awaited below.
The wind howled in the distance. Sensing the wind, the man knew that a storm was approaching. Which gave him all the more reason to make haste to his destination, for before him loomed a large gothic fortress, the only signs of civilization as far as the man knew, on this entire planet.
The fortress was crafted of obsidian, giving it a sinister black gloss to its entire surface. Numerious scenes of humans and other races with looks of horror or agony decorated the entire building, filling the man with both disgust and horror. At the top of the fortress, two enormious stone gargoyles perched, silent and immobile.
Taking his gaze off the statue, the man looked ahead on the worn and beaten path linking the bridge to the fortress. Sure enough, the foul creatures the fortress’ master kept as minions guarded the entrance.
They were mostly black in color, but had red eyes and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Long catlike claws were ready at a moments notice to strike from the hands of the creatures.
The creatures were known as Zuunobilians, and were from a world a few star systems removed from this one. A nightmarish planet eternally shrouded in darkness, it was one of the most remote regions in the galaxy. The Zuunobilians, savage darkness dwelling primatives they were, lived on the world practicing foul rites of cannibalism and ritualistic murder, until a powerful being found their world and enslaved them.
Now the Zuu as they came to be known, killed on the behalf of their master, and devoured those they killed, sometimes going into a frenzy in the same manner as certain predatory fish found on many worlds.
For a sentient being to behave in that manner was inexucusable however, and the man had no intention of showing them mercy if it ever came to blows. But the man’s first objective was not combat, but to infiltrate the fortress itself. But knowing the fortress’ owner as he did, the man knew combat was inevitable.
Withdrawing his sword from its scabbard, the man charged silently at the Zuu, who could barely reacte in time as the fine blade slashed them across the chest as the man past with lightening procision.
Seven other Zuu nearby let out screeches of excitement, as they always did when possible prey was near, and ran at the man, who in turn stood at the ready. Removing his sword with inhuman reflexes, the man managed to kill two of the creatures before they knew what hit them, then spun around and sliced four more in one lightning fast motion.
With only two left, the man placed his sword back in its holding place and extended his right hand towards the foul creatures, who charged towards him with the intent to kill.
The man yelled a series of seemingly uncomprehendable words, and suddenly and screaming ball of energy streaked out of his fingertips and engulfed the last two Zuu without a sound.
Sighing, the man once again focused on the fortress. With all stealth, he approached its entrance, which lay open as if welcoming him. Clearly, the owner of the fortress knew the man had arrived.
Fighting back a vague sense of dread, the man ran into the fortress’ open door. Inside the fortress was much different in appearance. Candles burned silently from their posts in the walls. A majestic red carpet decorated the floor and the central spiral staircase. Here and there portraits of far off worlds decorated the walls.
Ignoring the artwork, the man climbed the spiral staircase, steadily climbing to the top of the fortress knowing that the master of this place surely awaited.
Eventually the stairs ended, and a lavishly docorated room loomed before him.
Sure enough, the room was not empty, for one lone dark figure stood in its center. The figure silently turned to face the man he so hated, who had slowly but surely reduced his empire to this single fortress.
The figure’s face consisted of a burning visage of licking orange flames and a golden skull-like mask. He wore only black robes and sure enough, clutched his crystal staff tightly. The symbol of his power, the figure never was without his staff.
“Its over Wizard..” The man said in a masculine, but couragious and wise sounding voice.
“Yes…I would have to agree sadly. You did an excellilent job in tracking me here Zordon, of all the worlds I could have hided on, why did you suspect Ominos?” The “Wizard” said in a eerie voice that seemed to be in two places at once.
“I could sense your pressence on this world. Your existence in the morphing grid is still strong. I have learned to tap into it to gain information I lack.” Zordon said, clutching the handle of his sword
“Most impressive. I didn’t think you had it in you to accomplish such a feat. But no matter, as you can Zordon, I am beaten, defeated. You killed my last minions outside, and soon I will begin to lose magical power now that you have cut off my last source.” The Wizard said
“You really expect me to believe your lies? If you wanted to surrender, you would not have waited in your fortress Wizard. No, this is simply another one of your tricks.” Zordon said
“Very good..you remembered why I am gladed the wizard of deception it seems…because I like to deceive people.” The wizard said
“I am not deceived” Zordon said flatly
“Perhaps, but I did lure you here for a reason. If I am to lose all I have worked so hard for, then at least I can be rid of you, my nemisis..now prepare to enter the Nether realm Zordon!” The wizard spat, aiming his staff.
Calling opon the dark forces within, the Wizard summoned waves of black energy and sent them Zordon’s way.
Zordon in turn, concentrated inwardly, and fused the energies of the morphing grid with those of his own magical power.
In a flash, the Wizard’s wave of dark energy stoped cold against a literal wall of light.
This only made the Wizard more determined, and he summoned yet another even more potent spell from his arcenal.
A vortex of red fire leaped out of the Wizard’s face and collided with Zordons’ barrier. Slowly but surely, the flames managed to break down the wall. When this occurred, Zordon went flying into the far wall, but quickly used his reflexes to land on the ground softly.
The Wizard fired another volley of red flames at Zordon, but this time Zordon withdrew his sword and rushed forward, slicing threw the flames in his path as he approached the wizard.
In shock, the Wizard found himself torn in half as Zordon sliced him in two. Screaming in agony, the wizard felt the last of his power slipping away.
“It is over Wizard. Now you will only exist as a bad memory for the good people of this galaxy. Your evil is at its end.” Zordon said
The wizard’s broken body lay on the ground silently, orange flames from his body slowly rose to the ceiling..
“Perhaps…..but one day Zordon…one day I will return…..Ghost of Darkness, I use the last of my strength to give you my life. One day, when another of Zordon’s enemies calls upon my name, restore me to life!” The wizard gasped.
Slowly, the orange flames of the wizard’s mask began to dim. First to red, then to brown, then finally, the golden mask of the Wizard of Deception lay silent and alone by torn black cloth that had once been the Wizard’s robes. Mysteryiously, the staff the wizard always carried was missing. Zordon did not waste time dealing with that last unimportant detail, and made all haste to leave the fortress by the same way he came.
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Over one hour later, Zordon sat silently within the confines of his starship as it glided out of the dark blue atmosphere of Ominos. Shaped like a bird of prey, the ship was but one piece of a greater whole, although it had not been used as such in eions. Zordon fondly remembered his time several centuries ago, battling the likes of Lord Zedd and his minion Rita Repulsa, as well as numerious other villains. The ship he currently piloted formed the head of what was once the galaxy’s most formidable fighting vehicle, the Nebula Megazord. The rest of the Zords had been nearly totaled following the last apocalyptic battle with Lord Zedd. He had lost his only four friends that day, friends that had been on his team for centuries ever since his father past the mantle of Red Ranger onto him.
The Rangers were a tradition on Eltar, ever since an ancient alien invasion. Every few centuries Eltar past the mantle of Ranger onto the next generation. Zordon’s father had not been the first Red Ranger, nobody really knew how long the tradition went back, but Zordon had listened fondly as a youth of his father’s tails of his grandfather’s exploits against the ancient Morphinite Empire, and their evil master, Ivan Ooze. As for generations before that, Zordon could only guess.
The sleek red craft suddenly streaked into the distance, approaching the speed of light.
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Act One:
It had been several hours since Zordon’s fateful mission to Ominos had transpired. Zordon’s vessel exited hyperspace and flew towards the blue world ahead. It had been quite some time since he had been to Kirovia, the beginning of his campaign against the Wizard to be exhact. But now that he had returned, Zordon indended on making the most of his time. There was not a moment to spare on recreation. Surely there was some evil afoot elsewhere in the galaxy, awaiting to be stamped out.
The ship landed on the white runway and came to a stop.
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A few minutes later, Zordon walked into the Royal Kirovian courtyard and was greeted with chears and shouts of applause from a vast crowd of Kirovian citizenry.
A bearded gentleman with brown hair and blue eyes in a royal white robe bearing the royal crest of Kirovia, two rings around a bird of prey, walked up to Zordon and patted him on the back.
“News of my victory of the Wizard must have spread quicker than I released Andrion.” Zordon said
“The Wizard’s fate was sealed after the battle of Edenoi and you know it Zordon. He lost his greatest source of magical power there, and it was only a matter of tracking him down after he escaped.” Andrion said
“It pleases me to hear you say that your majesty” Zordon said, bowing his helmuted head to the king.
“You do not have to treat me with such formality Zordon, you have after all, saved the Galaxy too many times to count, indeed, it is I who should be bowing to you my friend. Come, I had a message from your wife on Eltar, Dalceyia, it appears we have yet more good news in all of this.” Andrion said
Walking like the proud warrior he was, Zordon bathed in the grateful voices he hurled their praises his way. Eventually though, the King and Zordon exited the celebration and made their way to the King’s priviate commication chamber.
A humble room, it lacked anything in the way of high-tech gadgetry, with the exception of a single viewing screen. Paintings of past royalty of Kirovia dotted the walls, artistic depictions of kings long forgotten in the minds of present day Kirovian citizenry.
The present king, Andrion, reached over to the screen and instantly it came to life, desplaying the image of the lovely Eltarian woman who was Zordon’s wife.
“I heard you defeated the Wizard after nearly 20 years..I am glad at least one villain was brought to justice.” The woman said
“Yes….” Zordon answered
“But I did not call to tell you about that. I called to tell you my husband, that I am with child.” Dalceyia said
The news hit Zordon like a metior impact. Children were very rare on Eltar. Eltarians lived for thousands of years, and rarely was a child born. For him, it was the greatest gift he could possibly receive.
“I will be home soon my dear..” Zordon said quietly.
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Meanwhile, somewhere else on the planet…
Sparcon walked threw the polished hallways of Kirovia’s Royal Spaceforce academy with pride. He had wanted what seemed like his whole life to live up to his dream of joining the academy and leading his own squadron, and now his day had finally arrived.
Sparcon was a handsome young man with a fair skintone and brownish-blonde hair. He had green eyes, which was rare for people of his world. He wore the flight cadet uniform he had received at the door, a red, orange, and black uniform with the royal insignia, a large bird of prey, emblazioned boldly in red on the chest area for all to see.
He politely waved to people who passed by him, and entered the final white door, which was emblazioned with the same royal insegnia as his uniform, with confidence.
Upon entering the room, he came upon another hallway, and without looking, began walking right threw intent on entering the door at the far side of the room. But Sparcon’s feet flew out from under him before he could, sending the young man falling to the floor.
Angrily, Sparcon looked up to see the face of a dark-skined young man about his age smirking at him. The boy was wearing the same uniform as Sparcon, that much was evident, but the young man betrayed none of his amusement.
“Why did you trip me?” Sparcon said angrily
“You were there”. The young man answered
Sparcon immediately threw himself to his feet and charged.
But no sooner than had he launched his attack had a strong hand gripped the boy by his back. Sparden, surpised, felt himself lifted off the ground and turned to face a grim-faced young man, wearing a Space-force uniform.
The man was not much older than the two cadets, but he had four years of true flight expierence under his belt, fighting against menaces like the Wizard. He had slightly tan skin, jet black hair and piercing blue eyes like the eyes of a hawk.
“Hello Air Commander…so nice to see you..” The darker skined young man said with alittle fear in his voice
“After a year here I’d think you would have learned a thing or two about discipline Malik….I suppose yet another punishment is in order.” The “Air Commander” said, then turned his attention to Sparcon
“And I have never seen YOU hear before…new are we? And picking fights already? Well, I suppose your never too early for being disciplined..”
“Please…I didn’t mean to..” Sparcon started
“That’s what they all say.” The “Air Commander said, then dragged both boys away to some location Malik was already familiar with.
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Malik and Sparcon fought to push themselves off the floor. Sweat flowed down from their heads.
“Goofing off like that will get you killed on the battlefield, understand that, and remember that next time you think of making merry.” The Air Commander said
“Synacu….breaking in the recruits early aren’t we?” A feminine voice called out from nearby.
All three turned to gaze on a beautiful young woman with blond hair and a fair complexioun, wearing a pink, red, and white outfit. A long red cape flowed back behind her starting from behind her shoulders.
“Lady Astra….what are you doing here?” Synacu said, slightly taken offguard
“I came here to see you, my father is away on an ammassidoral trip and I thought I would take the opertunity to see you” Astra said
“You know you aren’t supposed to be here while I am on duty!” Synacu said slightly emmbarrased
Malik smirked
“Come on, its not the first time I’ve come, and you enjoy my visits. We will be married in a few months, stop acting like I’m a child past her curfue.” Astra said
“Fine..but..you two..” Synacu turned towards Malik and Sparcon
“If you mention a word of this to anyone…I won’t be happy…” Synacu said
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Somewhere…far beyond the borders of the galaxy…
A lone blue starship soared threw the depths of space. It was shaped like a blue bird of some sort. Onboard was a figure wearing a white and blue spacesuit, with a blue helmut and a black visor.
On a small green screen in front of her, the figure watched as small green letters scrolled across the screen and spelled out “Nothing Detected”.
The small ship soared onwards ahead, the swirl of stars passing her by. This time..something else besides empty space lie in front of her…
It was a large, ovoid shaped ship of some sort, not totally there, but diffinitely not there. It looked diffinitely organic from the looks of it.
“Computer….scan the incoming object” The soft feminine voice said from beneath the obcuring helmut
However, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, at least as far as the computer was concerned.
It was all the woman could do to steer her small ship out of the path of the bizzarre ship.
“Computer…what is the nearest star system in the Galaxy?” The woman said in a urgent, but calm tone
The computer paused a second, then spelled out in small green letters: “Kirovia”
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Zordon steered his ship past the vast amounts of space traffic in orbit over the blue world of Eltar, his homeworld, and entered Eltar’s atmosphere.
Slowly but surely, Zordon carefully landed his ship on one of the world’s many floating cities which existed high in Eltar’s vast atmosphere.
The city was white, like a floating marble sculpture, a literal flying star.
A soft, computerized monotone voice the sounded, “Welcome to Ironos Zordon”.
Zordon opened the cockpit door and steped onto the metallic serface of Ornos. Carefully, Zordon removed his blue helmut for the first time in many days. Facially, Zordon looked indentical to a human, however, he possessed no hair. While his race normally possessed hair, Zordon choose not to.
Almost immediately, his wife ran out in her favorite white dress to greet him.
She seemed even more beautiful now than she was when Zordon first met her over a century ago.
The two lovers embraced, holding each other for what seemed like eternity.
“I have missed you my love” Zordon said
“As have I” Dalcea said
The two briefly stared at Eltar’s three moons, than walked away.
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Meanwhile….at Kirovia, not all was right.
For something evil approached the unsuspecting world…