ElusiveWookiee
09-04-2005, 09:12 PM
Smoke settles across a battle worn field. The shapes of blue-hued humans, grey aliens, monster, machines and destroyed trees littered the ground. In the distance, the rusty sky is blocked with the shattered remains of tall skyscrapers. To call these simply skyscrapers would be an insult—for their architecture were works of art. Beautiful works of art that once danced in the sky of Eltar. This was before the dark times, when Eltar stood as the epitome of peace and beauty in the Universe. Before the dark times. Before the events that have led to this moment.
The shell of a former man staggered across the field. His right hand grasped his chest. He was wounded, he was tired, he was weary. He had watched his world come under endless attacks for years by the evil sorceress Rita Repulsa. He, and he alone, had been placed in the charge of defending his beloved Eltar, and it was clear the end of his mission was coming soon. He falls to his knees, hands pounding the ground. Under his red-piped uniform you can see his muscles bulge, his breathing quicken.
“This—will not end this way. Eltar WILL survive.”
Zordon, warrior of Eltar, calls to his team—his friends, his family—standing behind him.
“Team—it’s MORPHIN’ TIME!”
In a flash, Zordon is replaced. Where once a broken man had fallen weary on a battle field, a new warrior stood: energized by some power that none had been able to understand. His red piping had held another moniker: in place of his drab grey uniform there appeared now a tight fighting suit of red. Solid red, piercing the barren landscape. Three white diamonds adorned this suit: one in the middle of his chest, and one to either side. A blaster on his left hip, and a helmet protecting his blue face. The image on the helmet would strike fear into any enemy: the visage of an ancient creature, long gone from Eltar. The Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Behind him, the rest of his team followed suit: adorned in Blue, Black, Green, Yellow, and Pink. Each of these warriors had been chosen by Zordon, and Zordon alone, to aide in his fight for Eltar.
The blue ranger, Hiraani, was the smartest cadet Zordon had known in the security academy and has taken over the roll as combat engineer. The black ranger, Bandar, had once saved Zordon’s life at great risk to his own. This show of bravery has been proven again and again in battle. The yellow ranger, Aravis, had been the greatest hand-to-hand fighter Zordon knew. Watching her train was like watching poetry in motion. The pink ranger, Kizie, was chosen for her agility and natural motion in life. And finally, the Green Ranger: Artax, Zordon’s own brother. Always had Artax lived in Zordon’s shadow, had imitated his older brother, and had trained by his side. Zordon knew that if he was ever to fall, his Green Ranger would lead the team.
Artax ran to his brothers side, putting his hand on the red-clad shoulder. “This is it, isn’t it? Some of us won’t be coming back, will we?”
Zordon’s shoulders fell forward. Though his entire body was covered, you could see the dread and fear coming across his face. ”I can’t make any of you fight along side me, my friends. I recruited all of you, and you have fought bravely...but Artax is right. If we go now, some of us may not see tomorrow.”
Exchanged looks of despair and confusion covered the remaining four rangers. All were clad in their respective colors, silent, but the emotion was clear. Not a word was spoken. Nodding, Bandar walked to where his leader was standing and took his hand. Pushing it to his chest, he summed up the emotions of his teammates. “We will go with you to the death, Zordon. For Eltar!”
Sighing, “I know. Hiranni, how do we get to her?”
“Well, after Rita started attacking from the moons of Aquatar, I began working on the zords. If we form the Megadragonzord and combine all of our powers, we should be able to make the trip through space.”
Concern came from under a pink helmet. ”Aquatar...you know, if we ever win this battle, the Aquitians are going to need a lot of help repairing what Rita has done—maybe even their own team of rangers.”
“The Aquitians never asked for any of this, but neither did we. Zordon, we’re ready.” Factually, Aravis nodded through her helmet. She had never been one to stand around while there was a battle to be won.
Zordon stepped back. “Hiranni, Artax, do your thing?”
“We need Dinozord power, now!” Hiranni’s voice echoed from under his helmet. He called not upon his teammates, but on some power beyond them all.
”I call upon the power of the Dragonzord!” With that, Artax pressed the mouthpiece of his magical flute to his helmet, blowing a clear tune through the reeds. The ground began to shake as their mystical fighting machines roared across the field.
Each ranger jumped into their zord. The designations on their helmets, their very emotions and personalities, matched the machine they piloted.
In the Mastodon: “Bandar here, let’s form up!”
In the Triceratops: “Hiranni, all systems go!”
In the Saber-toothed Tiger: “Aravis, ready for action!”
From the Pterodactyl: “Kizie online and flying high!”
And from the redden Tyrannosaurus Rex: “Guys, for Eltar! Power up your crystals! Artax, get the Dragonzord ready for formation. Everybody else, shift into Megazord Warrior Mode!”
At his command, each ranger floated their hands in a flurry across the controls of their fighting machines. Extensions of their very senses had these zords become. As if it was a second nature, each zord collapsed, transformed, and joined to form a single fighting robot: The Megazord. Five rangers converged into one cockpit. Bandar: “Artax, ready when you are!”
“I’m coming on board!” From inside the cockpit of his fierce Dragonzord, Artax worked the controls. “Ready for formation!” The Dragonzord split along his middle, opening up from the shoulders down. This was it. The Megazord jumped into the middle of the Dragonzord, their cockpit changing shape and location as their 6th warrior joined them.
Beneath the black visor in the mouth of a T-rex came the confirmation. “We’re ready Hiranni. To the moons of Aquatar.”
I've already written the 3rd act, and it's freakin' grim...violent, sad...a real downer. This will be a total of 4 acts. I've had this idea for a while, but it's my first fanfic--be gentle. :)
The shell of a former man staggered across the field. His right hand grasped his chest. He was wounded, he was tired, he was weary. He had watched his world come under endless attacks for years by the evil sorceress Rita Repulsa. He, and he alone, had been placed in the charge of defending his beloved Eltar, and it was clear the end of his mission was coming soon. He falls to his knees, hands pounding the ground. Under his red-piped uniform you can see his muscles bulge, his breathing quicken.
“This—will not end this way. Eltar WILL survive.”
Zordon, warrior of Eltar, calls to his team—his friends, his family—standing behind him.
“Team—it’s MORPHIN’ TIME!”
In a flash, Zordon is replaced. Where once a broken man had fallen weary on a battle field, a new warrior stood: energized by some power that none had been able to understand. His red piping had held another moniker: in place of his drab grey uniform there appeared now a tight fighting suit of red. Solid red, piercing the barren landscape. Three white diamonds adorned this suit: one in the middle of his chest, and one to either side. A blaster on his left hip, and a helmet protecting his blue face. The image on the helmet would strike fear into any enemy: the visage of an ancient creature, long gone from Eltar. The Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Behind him, the rest of his team followed suit: adorned in Blue, Black, Green, Yellow, and Pink. Each of these warriors had been chosen by Zordon, and Zordon alone, to aide in his fight for Eltar.
The blue ranger, Hiraani, was the smartest cadet Zordon had known in the security academy and has taken over the roll as combat engineer. The black ranger, Bandar, had once saved Zordon’s life at great risk to his own. This show of bravery has been proven again and again in battle. The yellow ranger, Aravis, had been the greatest hand-to-hand fighter Zordon knew. Watching her train was like watching poetry in motion. The pink ranger, Kizie, was chosen for her agility and natural motion in life. And finally, the Green Ranger: Artax, Zordon’s own brother. Always had Artax lived in Zordon’s shadow, had imitated his older brother, and had trained by his side. Zordon knew that if he was ever to fall, his Green Ranger would lead the team.
Artax ran to his brothers side, putting his hand on the red-clad shoulder. “This is it, isn’t it? Some of us won’t be coming back, will we?”
Zordon’s shoulders fell forward. Though his entire body was covered, you could see the dread and fear coming across his face. ”I can’t make any of you fight along side me, my friends. I recruited all of you, and you have fought bravely...but Artax is right. If we go now, some of us may not see tomorrow.”
Exchanged looks of despair and confusion covered the remaining four rangers. All were clad in their respective colors, silent, but the emotion was clear. Not a word was spoken. Nodding, Bandar walked to where his leader was standing and took his hand. Pushing it to his chest, he summed up the emotions of his teammates. “We will go with you to the death, Zordon. For Eltar!”
Sighing, “I know. Hiranni, how do we get to her?”
“Well, after Rita started attacking from the moons of Aquatar, I began working on the zords. If we form the Megadragonzord and combine all of our powers, we should be able to make the trip through space.”
Concern came from under a pink helmet. ”Aquatar...you know, if we ever win this battle, the Aquitians are going to need a lot of help repairing what Rita has done—maybe even their own team of rangers.”
“The Aquitians never asked for any of this, but neither did we. Zordon, we’re ready.” Factually, Aravis nodded through her helmet. She had never been one to stand around while there was a battle to be won.
Zordon stepped back. “Hiranni, Artax, do your thing?”
“We need Dinozord power, now!” Hiranni’s voice echoed from under his helmet. He called not upon his teammates, but on some power beyond them all.
”I call upon the power of the Dragonzord!” With that, Artax pressed the mouthpiece of his magical flute to his helmet, blowing a clear tune through the reeds. The ground began to shake as their mystical fighting machines roared across the field.
Each ranger jumped into their zord. The designations on their helmets, their very emotions and personalities, matched the machine they piloted.
In the Mastodon: “Bandar here, let’s form up!”
In the Triceratops: “Hiranni, all systems go!”
In the Saber-toothed Tiger: “Aravis, ready for action!”
From the Pterodactyl: “Kizie online and flying high!”
And from the redden Tyrannosaurus Rex: “Guys, for Eltar! Power up your crystals! Artax, get the Dragonzord ready for formation. Everybody else, shift into Megazord Warrior Mode!”
At his command, each ranger floated their hands in a flurry across the controls of their fighting machines. Extensions of their very senses had these zords become. As if it was a second nature, each zord collapsed, transformed, and joined to form a single fighting robot: The Megazord. Five rangers converged into one cockpit. Bandar: “Artax, ready when you are!”
“I’m coming on board!” From inside the cockpit of his fierce Dragonzord, Artax worked the controls. “Ready for formation!” The Dragonzord split along his middle, opening up from the shoulders down. This was it. The Megazord jumped into the middle of the Dragonzord, their cockpit changing shape and location as their 6th warrior joined them.
Beneath the black visor in the mouth of a T-rex came the confirmation. “We’re ready Hiranni. To the moons of Aquatar.”
I've already written the 3rd act, and it's freakin' grim...violent, sad...a real downer. This will be a total of 4 acts. I've had this idea for a while, but it's my first fanfic--be gentle. :)