The (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad

[GreenNinja]

Ths story contains some violence, some language and Rachel-on-Charlie sex. If I told you these things, odds are it would only make you want to read the story more. It's your choice. I also give credit to Merlin for making this all possible. While I don't know when the next chapter will go up, this 13-episode series will be complete in time. Enjoy.

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The (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad
The Somewhat Unusual Five

“A-SQUAD, REPORT!” echoed the voice of Commander Cruger through the SPD Base. In the rec room five cadets heard the call and got up from what they were doing. Two men, two women, and one alien alike were among their number. A Delta Morpher was in each of their belt holsters along with a standard civilian blaster. They were the best of the best. They were the A-Squad.

Each of them was dressed in a black uniform adorned with their color off to the side. They entered into the blue-lit Command Center and lined up side-by-side. The feline humanoid, Kat Manx, was manning the controls at the moment. Commander Cruger, an alien from Sirius who could be best described as “a large blue dog” began pacing back and forth while talking to the team.

“A-Squad,” he said, “You are the best, the greatest, the finest SPD has ever seen. It is for this reason that I am planning on sending you on this most dangerous of missions. I trust you can handle it. Kat, pull up the plans…” Kat tapped a few buttons on the holographic display panel in the center of the room. Cruger walked in front of the leader of the A-Squad.

She was a girl with brown hair tied in a ponytail, brown eyes, and a serious, almost anal-retentive look on her face. Her uniform was red. This was because she was the leader. Her name was Charlie. As Cruger paced in front of her Charlie started thinking to of how she got on the A-Squad in the first place.

“I’ve heard this before, Cruger,” she muttered, “Shut up and give us the mission already.”
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It had been five years ago that Charlie was an ordinary girl – as ordinary as you could be for someone known to her friends as “able to kick your ass at the slightest comment.” Charlie had been trained in various forms of self-defense and knew how to use it. Some compared to her to being a female James Bond. This was also because they believed her to be too tough for any man to come within range of, and as such theories flew about.

Charlie, dressed in a black tank top and shorts, was running down the streets of New Tech city. She had just left a gym a few minutes ago. Her reasoning was clear – some guy had just made off with her bag. That “guy” was an alien who would later be charged with kleptomania, but he’s not that important to the story. Let us focus on Charlie for a moment here.

Charlie ran down the street as fast as her legs could carry her – which was very fast. She leapt on top of a trashcan and bounded over a brick wall to chase down the alien responsible for her thievery. Charlie rounded the corner and passed a man handing out free samples of some item outside a New Tech City store window. Charlie thrust her arm out and knocked the tray the man was holding into his chest. The man yelled out to her “THIS AGAIN?” Charlie continued forward.

She made her way into an alley and found the kleptomaniac alien opening her gym bag. He pulled out a sports bra and began to examine it. Charlie slugged the alien over the head, swiped her bag, and slipped on the sports bra; she started on her way back to the gym. The alien, a green-skinned type similar in appearance to a dragonfly, had barely managed to stand again. He walked up behind the girl…

…and fell down to the ground again under his own power. The sight of Charlie’s fist had caused him to fall unconscious. “Another one bites the dust,” smirked Charlie Haywood as she brushed the dust from her hands, “and that’s why nobody gets away with taking what I want. EVER.” She started back down the alleyway and heard a whirring sound over her head. Charlie rolled out of the way to see that a laser had been fired.

“So, think you’re good, don’tcha?” asked a confident voice, “How many lasers can you dodge in ten seconds?” Light beams in all colors whizzed past Charlie’s head as she acrobatically avoided the blasts and let them strike the wall behind her. The figure that had fired the lasers applauded slowly and walked towards Charlie. He was dressed in a black cloak and holding a spiral-like weapon in his hands. Charlie wasn’t sure what to say.

“If you’re a stalker, I can report you to the police,” Charlie answered, “Your kind always get what you deserve in the end.”
“But I AM the police, Haywood,” answered the voice, “My name is Commander Cruger.” The black-cloaked figure pulled back his hood to reveal a reptilian-like fish-dog with blue, scaly skin and dreads. He pointed a clawed finger at Charlie and spoke calmly, “SPD wants YOU to be the leader of our top squad. You have that kind of skill in you, miss.”

Charlie let out an ear-shattering scream that was amplified by the walls of the alleyway. “You…you…you…”
“I’m a Sirian? I get that all the time.”
“You HAVE been stalking me! How else would you know?”
“Calm down, Haywood. I saw you while passing by the gym, and you look like the kind of person we’d like to have. So, what do you say? Come check out the Delta Command Base, have a look around. See if it’s the future you want.”
“O-o-okay,” Charlie stuttered, “but if this is a gyp, then I ain’t takin' any more advice from fish-dogs.”

A large base was in the center of New Tech City. It was a magnificent sight. Workers bustled about their area doing their jobs; many waved to Charlie as she walked past the fountain out front to the door. Cruger took Charlie into the lobby and walked up to a woman standing at the end of the room. The lobby was white with black “SPD” signs pasted everywhere. Cadets in navy-blue uniforms walked about; they moved up and down stairs and escalators at a dizzying pace.

The girl Cruger wanted to introduce Charlie turned out to be an extraterrestrial, just like him. She had cat ears, freckles, long, dark hair, two small, sharp teeth, and deep green eyes. Charlie anxiously shook the girl’s hand. “This is Dr. Kat Manx,” Cruger said, “She’s developing the technology for a police force we’re looking into. We call it…Space Patrol Delta.”

“What do you want me to have to do with this ‘Space Patrol Delta’?” Charlie asked, “Sounds…how do I put it…boring.”

“SPD,” Kat began to explain, “is an intergalactic police organization founded to stop alien criminals.” Charlie’s face lit up at the chance to beat people up for a reason, “The position we want you for is A-Squad Red Ranger – the leader of the best of the best. You have everything we want – smarts, reflexes, strategy – all you have to do is accept. If not, you may go about your daily life and forget that we ever asked. So, what do you say?”

Charlie placed her finger to her chin and thought long and hard. A minute later she walked back to Kat and Cruger, slammed her fist into her palm, and said one thing. “Let’s do this.” Kat reached into her pocket and produced something. It was rectangular device with “SPD” written on the side in silver letters. A slide on the left could set the device to one of three modes – Change, Phone, or Judge. Charlie looked up in amazement and asked Kat what it was.

“This,” Kat said, “is a Delta Morpher. It will transform you into a Ranger; you will be granted an armored suit comprised of a special space metal and a Custom Firearm designed for the elite officers. One thing you should know, though. SPD CONFINES its criminals – it doesn’t kill them. So, are you still willing to consider joining the A-Squad?”

“Yes,” Charlie answered, “I’m in.”

A week later Charlie was back at the gym; she was lifting weights when one of her friends walked up to her. “Charlie!” she said, “Where’d you go after that guy stole your bag? The place was closed when I finally saw you again!”
“Cruger wanted to see me.”
“Anubis Cruger of SPD?”
“The one and only.”
“WHY?”
“Nothin’ much. Just wanted to make me A-Squad Red Ranger.”
“He…he…what did you just say?”
“I’m the new A-Squad Red Ranger.”
“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”
“Only the best thing ever.”
“It better be,” her friend said as she held up Charlie’s red-and-black uniform, “this thing looks really uncomfortable.”
“What did you say?”

Charlie stood up and snatched the uniform from her friend. She slipped it over her clothes and took out her Delta Morpher. “Watch, everybody. This is not a drill. SPD, EMERGENCY!” A blinding flash of red light surrounded Charlie as she suited up into a black spandex outfit with red armor. Her helmet had a silver SPD badge on it, and a black gun with a red line down the side was in her hands. Charlie powered down once more.

“So…any questions?”
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“Good times,” thought Charlie to herself as she heard Cruger ramble on, “Good times.”

“We’re sending you to Geo-Theta,” Cruger rambled.
“Such lovely canines…” said the accented voice of the alien in blue. He had light-blue skin, four green eyes, two large tusks, and a constant odor about him.
“What did you say?” Cruger inquired.
“I said…uh…‘I’ve been there several times’, sir.”
“Then don’t interrupt,” Cruger sternly replied.

Cadet Smith, better known as “Beevor”, began to reminisce about how he put himself into this position. You could almost feel the thought-waves rippling away from his large, alien forehead…
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Aqua-20, the home world of many oceanic-like species; one of these species was the Odebenids – a race of four-eyed, large-tusked, walrus-like creatures. The home of the Smith family was in an uproar at the moment. The Smiths were a family of Odebenids living at an oceanfront property on the slowly-moving glaciers. The stone-gray house’s side wall fell down with a crash and sent a flock of black, penguin-ish birds jumping into the cold waters for safety.

A younger Beevor, dressed in a tan fur coat parka with white fur around the edges, stood embarrassedly in front of the empty wall. He licked his lips and looked out at the roaring waves. Two voices sounded behind him. To us humans, they sound like the bubbling noises, so for the ease of this story (we don’t get subtitles. TV-Nihon was unwilling to take up the task), we shall instead present it as roughly-translated English. Moving on.

“Muytyyyyhrterp Hojiwerwast Cahgristefsssted Pilloktyrrwanio Smith!” shouted a female voice behind him. It belonged to his mother. “We just had the wall rebuilt three days ago, and you go and eat out the support beam AGAIN! Muyty, I expected better from you! You’re my son! Heck, you should KNOW better!”

“I can explain!” Muytyyyyhrterp said, “The support beam had these DELICIOUS-looking termites on it, so I decided to give myself a snack and…”
“Ate us out of house and home – literally!” said his mother. An older male Odebenid, his father, walked in and looked at the damage.
“I’ll go get the hammer.”
“Muyty, we HAVE to do something about you,” his mother sighed, “but WHAT?!”

Five days and one court case later, Muytyyyyhrterp (Let’s just stick with “Beevor”), was on a spacecraft set for Earth. He arrived at the New Tech City spaceport shortly afterward, and was directed to the Delta Command Center. Cruger was the first one to greet him. The Sirian extended a hand, and Beevor did the same. As he stood there mindlessly shaking the Commander’s paw he looked at his mouth. Something was drawing him to this new fish-dog that would lead him.

“Such amazing canines,” Beevor thought, “White, sharp, shining! How I want for the Commander to notice me!” Cruger yanked his hand away from Beevor’s grip and pointed to Kat and two officers standing beside her. Charlie was there with her Delta Morpher around her wrist. Beside her was a brown-haired, brown-eyed, rather drab-looking man in a uniform like hers. The key difference was that it was blue, rather than red. Cruger started speaking again; Beevor paid the utmost attention to him.

“Cadet Smith, I’d like you to meet Charlie Haywood and Henry Alderman. They are the A-Squad, the best of the best. You’ll spend time training under them – you WERE sent here because you kept eating Aqua-20 to pieces. Now, go introduce yourself to them and we can move on with your inauguration.”

Beevor spoke garbled English to Alderman and said, “Hello, my name is…” he gargled out the syllables that made out his name and ended with “Smith. Since I have performed your Earthling-based handshake, I will now give you my own planet’s traditional greeting.”

Beevor reached for Alderman’s neck with his massive fangs and garbled out a collection of sounds that could’ve meant almost anything to anybody – shame Cruger didn’t have an Odebenidi-to-English translator with him. When Beevor finished his greeting he looked up to see that Charlie’s face was flushed in a mixture of anger, disgust and fear. Kat looked ready to pounce; Cruger let out a roar.

“What did I do?” Beevor asked.
“YOU DECAPITATED THE A-SQUAD BLUE RANGER, THAT’S WHAT!!” Cruger roared, “You didn’t fit in on your home world, and you’re not doing so well on Earth, either.”

Kat walked up to Cruger and whispered in his ear. “Unless…” she murmured. Cruger nodded in response. He looked to Beevor. “So…Cadet Smith,” he sighed, “Are you any good with a gun?” Beevor let out a holler and jumped into the air. “Good,” Cruger replied flatly, “Take Alderman’s Delta Morpher. You’re the new A-Squad Blue Ranger. We’ll work around those fangs of yours eventually.” Cruger had no idea that while Beevor’s upper set of eyes were looking at his own, the lower set was examining his mouth. Kat found it odd she wasn’t the first thing on a new cadet’s mind for once. It was a welcome change.

Two weeks later, Beevor’s basic training was complete. He was wearing a new, blue uniform and had figured out how to work the Delta Morpher. He and Charlie, the only two members of the slowly-forming A-Squad, were tracking down a runaway criminal known only as “Quick McGee”. Charlie asked the Odebenid if he was ready to go. Beevor replied with a “Ready, ma’am!” The two drew their Delta Morphers and went through the motions…or, at least, Charlie did.

“You’re supposed to MORPH, blubber-butt,” Charlie growled. She had already suited up. Beevor, however, stood opposite Quick McGee, a horse-like alien dressed in cowboy wear, and gave a stirring speech that left both McGee and Charlie with blank expressions.

“I am an officer of the law!” Beevor gargled as he flipped open his Delta Morpher to his profile, “and I take a mean picture, I do! You will regret the day that you came across Muytyyyyhrterp Hojiwerwast Cahgristefsssted Pilloktyrrwanio Smith!” McGee started laughing.

“HOJI?” he said, “HOJI?! Seriously, you think you’re a threat to me with a name like HOJI?! Just go get over yourself already, you angsty son of a walrus.” Beevor’s four eyes were flaring with rage. His mouth was scrunching up and his hands were curling into a fighting pose. McGee started trembling when he saw the angry creature before him.

“I’ll teach you to insult my name!” roared Beevor, “AND my mother! CARPE JUGULAM!” Beevor raced ahead and chomped down on McGee’s head. His razor-sharp teeth scraped across the criminal’s face and left a massive gash. McGee collapsed to the ground muttering something about shellfish. Charlie held out her Delta Morpher and confined McGee; she walked up alongside Beevor and congratulated him.

“I haven’t seen someone bite through something like that since…well…a beaver. Very impressive work, Muy-Thai…Mewwty…Hoji…I’ll just call you Beevor. You’ve got the teeth for the part.”

“This ‘beaver’,” questioned the newly-dubbed cadet, “can you show me yours, if you happen to have one? I wish to see the thing that is as great as I am.” Charlie slapped Beevor across the face. Shortly afterward the name “Beevor” became regulatory around SPD, and A-Squad was two members down. Three more were yet to come. Beevor slowly faded from his memory to change his focus to Cruger’s teeth yet again.
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“We believe that Geo-Theta is the outpost of Troobian operations,” Cruger said, “However, these reports have not been confirmed. Kat, bring up the map.” The rocky planet showed itself on the holographic projector in glorious 3-D. Cruger then went into a spiel about the nature of the planet so his team could be fully prepared for whatever was to come.

The third in line was dressed in a green uniform. He had dark skin, short, black hair, and a brooding look on his face. Cliff was his name. He, like everyone else, was thinking certain thoughts as Cruger continued to ramble on. “It’s like 100 degrees on this ‘Geo-Theta’,” he thought, “Is Cruger trying to say something about me? Well, I refuse to be treated like that! Even if it is how I got into SPD…”
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Night at the Delta Command Center; the date: five years ago. A man with long, black hair and a body shape similar to Cliff’s walked up to the door. This is because he was Cliff. Cliff had been running to New Tech City from wherever he came looking to find a place to stay. Cliff knocked twice on the door. Kat, wearing only her white lab jacket and a periwinkle skirt, answered the door. She was unsure of how to react at seeing this man at her door.

“Who…who are you?” she asked.
“Name’s Cliff Jones,” the man answered in an unidentifiable accent, “I’ve heard of SPD, and if you’re looking for new members…I’m your man. Show me in.”
“Well, okay,” Kat stuttered, “I’ll check with the Commander.”

Cliff was let into SPD as a D-Squad-level cadet. He didn’t mind the job, though. It was an entertaining break from daily life and provided something for him to do. When Cliff walked down the halls, though, people wondered what was with him. The rumors ranged from the logically plausible to the completely, utterly, ludicrously, ridiculously, stupidly insane.

“I’ve heard he’s the missing link between Sirians and humans. Must be how he got in.”
“No, he’s related to Emperor Gruumm. You can see it in his eyes!”
“He’s from an army of clones.”
“What kind of clones?”
“Clones bent on destroying humanity?”
“Shaddap, you!”
“You’re all wrong. I hear this Cliff guy is from some island somewhere. I think that a little girl wanted to ride a whale – DON’T ASK ME WHY – and he refused. I swear, I’ve seen Jones do weird things in his spare time. He’s an exile who’s here to…fine, I’ll go with the clone thing.”
“Conformist.”

Cliff was assigned to training with A-Squad and came to know Charlie and Beevor well. She regarded him as a skilled tactical specialist, while Beevor was impressed by magic tricks Cliff performed in his off-time. The moment when Jones became A-Squad Green started like any other normal mission would. Charlie and Beevor were taking the D-Squad cadets out for basic training when, as these things tend to go, they ran across the path of a hostile alien.

This alien resembled a wild hybrid of electronic parts. He had the cooling vent of a refrigerator, the fan of an air conditioner, and the heating coil of a toaster. Wires were spread across his body, and he held a large mallet in his hands. He went by the name of Scrapheap the Techno-Terrorist, and was wanted on the counts of stealing various technological devices. It was obvious to anybody standing within five feet of him.

“SPD, Emergency!” said Charlie and Beevor in unison; red and blue light covered their bodies and transformed them into A-Red and A-Blue. They both held out their Custom Firearms. Charlie turned towards the ragtag group of D-Squadders and explained what she was about to perform.

“What you will see here is a drill,” she said, “You do not have the talent to do these things yet, but someday you might. Assuming we get lazy and decide to sit on our asses instead of kicking others’ like you idolize us for. …Beevor? Why aren’t you aiming your gun?”

“You said this was a drill,” Beevor replied, “but a drill I do not see! This is a gun, Haywood, a gun! Where’s the drill?”

“Beevor here is still learning,” Charlie answered, “Watch.” She pressed on the trigger and unleashed shot after shot of rapid-fire red bullets at Scrapheap. The bullets bounced off his armored body and shot back at Charlie. She took a hit to her chest. Beevor looked down at his fallen leader and haphazardly pointed his gun at Scrapheap.

“NO!” shouted the Odebenid, “You cannot take her away from me!”
“I’m still alive, Beevor,” Charlie said, “It’s just battle damage!”
“I’ll get you to Kat; we’ll see what she can do” Beevor gurgled, “for where there is Kat, there is Cruger! We must head back to the Delta Command Base this instant!”

Beevor unknowingly pressed the trigger on his Custom Firearm and launched a massive flurry of gunfire in Scrapheap’s direction. Yet the alien remained alive still. Scrapheap launched a wave of cold at Charlie and a heatwave at Beevor. The two officers were suffering from the extreme temperature differences, even in their armored suits, and all chance of victory seemed slim.

“THEY’RE the A-Squad?” questioned one of the D-Squad girls, “I know SPD is new and all, but this is pathetic.”
“That’s because they clash,” Cliff said, “They personalities don’ go too well. And none of them can aim a gun like I can. Yo, Beevor, toss me yo’ Custom Firearm. Lemme show y’all how it’s done!”
“Okay, Jones,” Beevor said, “but if you die, I’ll tell the Commander you killed yourself after stealing my gun.”

Cliff caught Beevor’s green-lined Custom Firearm in his hand and walked forward. It actually went well with the navy suit of a D-Squad cadet. Cliff pointed the gun at Scrapheap and spoke one thing – “You’re goin’ DOWN!”

“Ooh, a black man holding a gun!” Scrapheap mocked, “Not really surprising…coming from the ‘token brutha’ of this group of imbeciles. You stand no chance of…” Scrapheap stopped talking. Cliff had just discarded his navy-blue uniform and was hollering to the skies something in a tongue he couldn’t understand. Cliff walked up to Scrapheap.

He shouted something rhythmic, almost tribal, in nature before speaking a long rant in clear English. “Right, I’m the ‘token brutha’…and you know what, you pile of junk? I don’t take too kindly to that. If you don’t get in the little card, I’m gonna yank some of that metal off you, cut through your armor, and make sure that you’re finished off before you even get a chance to blink. And that’s just the beginning of the ritual – I shall then sacrifice your hopeless body to the gods and use it as a trophy in my room. Like the sound of that? Do ya? DO YA?”

The attacks on Charlie and Beevor ceased. Scrapheap nervously raised a metallic hand and meekly spoke to Charlie. “You can put me in the little card now.” Charlie aimed her Delta Morpher at Scrapheap and confined him in the standard palm-size Containment Card. She and Beevor powered down and turned to Cliff. Charie opened her Delta Morpher in Phone Mode and got on the line with the Delta Command Base.

“Commander Cruger, this is Charlie Haywood. There’s a certain someone I want you to consider.”

The next afternoon Cruger, Kat, and Charlie were in the Delta Command Center holding a teleconference with Sergeant Silverback and Supreme Commander Fowler Birdy. Charlie, being the leader of A-Squad, had to be there to take part in the discussion. Cliff and Beevor, just behind the Command Center door, listened in intently Charlie knew they were there, but saw it as nothing worth disrupting the chain of events about.

“So, Clifford Jones, is it?” Birdy asked, “From what I’ve heard, he’s only a D-Squad cadet. Promoting him to A-Squad less than a month after he’s joined SPD is unheard of! It’s preposterous!”

“Give the boy a chance, Fowler,” Silverback replied, “Why you suggesting him, Haywood?”
“Cliff displayed a real fire out there. He’s enthusiastic, a good fighter, and has great aim with a firearm,” Charlie answered.
“What position do you suggest, Haywood?” Cruger asked.
“A-Squad Green Ranger,” Charlie replied, “It fits him.”
“We do have five A-Squad-level Delta Morphers prepared,” Kat stated, “It’s time to take another out of the vault.”
“Do you all approve of this promotion?” asked the Sirian Commander, “Those in favor, say ‘aye!’”
“Aye!” said Kat and Charlie simultaneously.
“I approve,” Birdy said calmly.
“WOO-HOO!” whooped Silverback.
“Then it’s decided,” Kat said, “We’ve found…”

Cliff and Beevor raced into the Command Center screaming and cheering. Cruger, Kat, their leader, and the holographic bird and ape looked at them questionably. The two immediately resumed their calm posture.

“So, any good news to report, Haywood?” asked Cliff.
“Other than that my buddy Cliff’s the new A-Squad Green Ranger,” Beevor said almost drunkenly.
“Were you listening to our conversation?!” Cruger barked.
“Yes,” the two said disappointedly.
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” Charlie reassured her Commander, “Cliff’s one of us now.”
“We gonna show anyone who crosses A-Squad why we the baddest there is!” Cliff cheered.
“At LEAST wait until you get your uniform,” Charlie sighed.

Within time Cliff was donning the green suit and fighting alongside Charlie and Beevor with his own Custom Firearm. Cruger would find his last two cadets within SPD itself; their stories are as wild and out-there as the others.
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“Any questions?” asked the Commander to the five A-Squad operatives.
“No,” they responded.
“Good,” Cruger answered, “If you’re as ready as I think you are, then you won’t mind if I confirm a few things with Kat before you go.”

The fourth from the left was a man with short, curly yellow hair and light brown eyes. He was tall; his eyes darted about nervously as he waited for Cruger to finish his rant. “Hurry up, already!” thought the man, Ivan, “You always wait too long, Cruger. ALWAYS…”
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Ivan Lane had no reason not to be a member of A-Squad. He was from an upper-middle-class family that had good relations with SPD ever since its inception. He had been recruited for B-Squad the day he joined and waited for the moment when the Commander would recognize his talent and recruit him for A-Squad. He’d seen Charlie, Beevor, and Cliff fight and desperately wished to fight alongside them. Everything started one day after a training session.

“Cadet Lane,” he said, “I’d like to talk to you.”
“About what, sir?” Ivan asked, “I’m game.”
“You’ve displayed some brilliant battle tactics on the field, and as such, I’ve taken things into consideration. How would you like to…”
“Join the A-Squad?”
“I was JUST about to say that. Given your enthusiasm, I’d take that as a definite ‘yes’. Your uniform and Delta Morpher will be in your quarters later today. Meet Cadets Haywood, Smith and Jones in the Holodeck tonight for your first training session.”
“Yes, SIR!”

Later that day Ivan entered into his room. He wondered what color he’d be – Red seemed to be the ideal position for a person of his caliber. When he saw the uniform, though, he was unpleasantly surprised. It was yellow. Yellow. He was to be the A-Squad Yellow Ranger, fourth in command. Knowing there wasn’t any other option Ivan put on the uniform and slid his Delta Morpher around his belt. “I’m one of the A-Squad,” he thought, “This is what I’ve always wanted. But seriously…yellow?”

Ivan proudly walked down the hall in his A-Squad uniform with a smile on his face. He heard people chuckling in the background and whispering things to one another. If only he’d known what they were saying he wouldn’t have been so proud.

“He’s wearing YELLOW.”
“Has there ever been a male Yellow Ranger before?”
“Not that I know of.”
“I don’t know how he can wear that and feel proud of it.”
“Keep him FAR away from the Deltamax Strikers.”
“I always had this suspicion that Yellow Rangers were guys, even if the archives say otherwise.”
“You’ve checked the archives?”
“Were there any other male Yellow Rangers?”
“Not that I could find. Girls, every single one of ‘em.”

Ivan continued along not listening.

When Ivan entered the Holodeck that night he found himself standing in front of Kat, Cruger, Charlie, Beevor, and Cliff. The thought of a girl in red left him somewhat confused. He turned to the Commander and asked, “I thought you were assigning me the position of Red Ranger. Why couldn’t I be? I have all the credentials needed! I DESERVE it!”

“Ivan, I would’ve considered you, but the fact stands,” Cruger stated simply, “Charlie was chosen as the leader and Red Ranger first. You’ll stick with Yellow, because like it or not, you’re a part of A-Squad. Now, prepare for your training. NOW!”

Kat slipped into a holosuit and fired up the systems. She transformed into a random, generic alien and pointed a claw at the A-Squad-in-training. Cruger nodded. “SPD, Emergency!” they yelled. The A-Squad Red, Blue, Green, and Yellow Rangers stood in the holodeck ready for a fight.

The deck faded away into a cityscape with buildings jutting up from the ground at every visible point on the horizon. Monster-Kat approached and clawed at Beevor. Beevor pistol-whipped her with his Custom Firearm and sent her flying to the other end of the rooftop. Cruger nodded in approval. The A-Squad Blue Ranger released a round of blue gunfire and passed the torch to his partner in battle, Cliff.

Cliff leapt into the air and tossed his gun upward. He performed a flying kick at the false monster and caught his gun. The Custom Firearm sent out a stream of green bullets that left Monster-Kat taking a decent amount of digital damage. Charlie turned to Ivan and pointed her Firearm outward. She nodded her head at the new recruit.

“Come on, Ivan, let’s get this training session done with.”
“Not gonna do it.”
“WHY?! I’m the leader, listen to me.”
“I’ve heard people talking about me. Just because I’m the Yellow Ranger I get all the jokes. Checked my e-mail this afternoon and found something in there for ‘Breast Enhancement Surgery’.”
“Who would’ve sent that?”
“It was me! I admit it!” Beevor said, “But, oh, the reply I received was hilarious! It had me in stitches.”
“Listen, Lane,” Charlie said firmly, “We all get joked about. People think that just because we’re the best of the best they can make remarks and we won’t care about it. Do you know how many times I hear ‘women at the front lines’ in one day? Too many times, that’s what.”
“And Beevor! Don’t forget Beevor!” Beevor gargled, “Sure, I have 20/20/20/20 vision, but I don’t make fun of you Earthlings’ one set of eyes, small and weak though they are. People are ALWAYS telling me to go to the dentist.”
“What about Cliff?”
“Nobody makes fun of Cliff,” Charlie remarked.
“Why not?”
“I dunno,” Beevor said.

Cliff, at the moment, was shooting round after round at Kat to keep her distracted. Ivan, now realizing that he was going through something all people in the slowly-forming SPD had gone through. Ivan and Charlie bended down, took aim, and fired their Custom Arms in a double-blast of red and yellow energy.

Monster-Kat powered down and slipped out of her suit. “Good work, Lane and Haywood. A-Squad needs ONE more thing, though.”
“What’s that?” Charlie asked.
“A Pink Ranger,” Cruger said, “Charlie, since you chose Cliff, who revealed himself as a revolutionary in the field of battle, I now put you in charge of finding me a Pink Ranger. Get to it.”
“Yes, sir!”

Ivan thought the new girl might draw attention away from him. At least, he hoped she would.
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Cruger was still talking to Kat. The last in line of the five A-Squad cadets was dressed in pink. She was short, had shoulder-length black hair, and brown eyes. She was rather Asian in appearance. Her name was Rachel Motohime, and at the moment she was gazing longingly at Kat and Charlie.

Rachel, like everyone else in line, began to reminisce about how she had gotten here. “I remember it like it was yesterday…”
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Rachel Motohime, like all cadets, had started at D-Squad. She made a few customizations to her uniform that made her stand out from her fellow cadets, though. Her pants were shorter, her top was worn low-cut, and her left hand was placed somewhere different every time she stood at attention. The leader of D-Squad, a man named John Granville, found Rachel to be slightly annoying and a distraction. He wanted her out of D-Squad as quick as possible. Rachel winked a sly wink at Granville on her first day, and was nowhere to be seen that night.

Two days later Rachel was on C-Squad and loving it. She noticed that B-Squad, one rank above her, actually got to do something, however minor it was, and wished to join. Rachel waited until C-Squad finished getting a basic training debriefing from Kat one day in the Command Center and decided to make her move. The rest of her division had left, but she remained.

“Hello, Kat.”
“Who are you?” Kat asked, “Rachel Motohime, right?”
“Yes,” Rachel said foxily.
“So, anything you want to ask me about? I have a spare Deltamax Striker that I’m willing to demonstrate. You’ll get one when you make your way to B-Squad.”
“THAT’S what I to talk to you about.”
“The Deltamax Striker?”
“No, B-Squad…I want it.”
“That will take showing exceptional skill,” Kat replied, “Let me bring up your records.”

Kat pried herself away from Rachel and typed her name into the SPD mainframe. “Rachel, according to Granville and Hartman,” Hartman was the leader of C-Squad, “you’re near the bottom of your Squad. Your aim is off by several meters, you frequently ignore orders, and you disobey dress code. There’s no possible way to…oh…OH!”

Kat closed the doors to the Command Center in an instant. If Cruger or anybody else were to see what was taking place she would be fired. “OH!” echoed through the hallways and left many cadets baffled. Fifteen minutes later Kat’s voice said, in a pleased, if tired, fashion – “I’m promoting you to B-Squad.”

Rachel was pleased with her new all-black B-Squad uniform and the rights it granted her. People she had briefly known on D- and C-Squad were below her now, and she felt the right to lord that over them whenever the opportunity presented itself. Then she overheard the announcement while walking past the holodeck one day – Cruger was looking for a Pink Ranger for A-Squad. Her timing couldn’t have been better.

Rachel memorized A-Squad’s schedule by heart. She knew when they left for training, when they came home, and when they were relaxing in the rec room. After a particularly harsh day where, as luck or fate would have it, A-Squad and B-Squad’s training ended at the same time, she walked into the ladies’ room. Charlie was there.

Charlie unzipped her jacket and tossed it into a basket in the side of the room. She did the same with her shoes, socks, and pants. Charlie was now down to just a red sports bra and panties. Rachel looked at her shining, tan, sweat-glazed skin and slowly walked over. She discarded her top, pants, and footwear just as quickly as Charlie did. She was wearing nothing beneath. Rachel reached for a pink towel hanging from the towel rack and wrapped it around her body.

“Hello,” she said, “I’ve seen you around the Base. You’re Charlie Haywood, right? The world’s first female Red Ranger?”
“And the only one,” Charlie laughed, “Who are you, kid?”
“Rachel. Rachel Motohime.”
“The upstart D-Squad cadet; the one promoted to B-Squad in one week? You must have some superhuman fighting skill if you can advance that quickly.”
“I’ve heard your A-Squad is looking for an extra Ranger, if you need one.”
“Yeah, we still need pink.”
“Then I’m the one you’re looking for.”
“You are?”
“I’m here to prove that Pink Rangers aren’t just wastes of space who contribute nothing to society. Choose me.”
“Okay, I’ll set up a training session with Cruger and Kat so we can…”
“Or, you could let me prove it to you another way.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Let me show you.”

Rachel let the towel drop from her body to reveal her naked form. She walked up to Charlie and unhooked her red sports bra. The brassiere was tossed aside. Rachel cupped Charlie’s breasts in her hands, winked, and started on down. Charlie shuddered in fear and pleasure; she was truly unable to respond to how this vaguely unfamiliar B-Squad cadet was treating her.

Rachel extended her tongue out and lapped at the buds of Charlie’s nipples. Jolts of warmth and excitement shot through Charlie’s body at every touch. Rachel wrapped her arms around Charlie’s back and pulled herself close. Her head came up to about Charlie’s neck; Rachel lowered and began to suck on the A-Squad Red Ranger’s nipples yet again. Charlie was starting to feel such pleasure that she dropped her panties without hesitation.

Rachel swiftly moved her tongue about one nipple while toying with the other with her fingers. Charlie looked down at the smooth, black hair of Rachel before her and moaned “Please…stop…just…one second.” Rachel pulled her mouth away. “There’s…something I’d like to ask you,” Charlie panted.

“What?” Rachel asked.
“You’re good at this,” Charlie answered, “I see how you advanced so fast. Why ME, though?” She looked up to see that Rachel was licking her eyebrows with her tongue. Charlie didn’t know whether to be creeped out or impressed. She went with “impressed” and turned back to Rachel.
“Let’s just say it’s for all the right reasons,” Rachel said.
“Good,” Charlie panted, “Now go lower.”

Rachel moved her hands down Charlie’s breasts and waist before finally reaching her hips. She bended down on her knees and saw the small patch of brown hair waiting for her. Rachel moved her face forward, lashed out her tongue yet again, and went to work. She licked at Charlie’s slit with an ever-growing intensity. Charlie moaned and panted from the pleasure she was getting.

Rachel kept licking her tongue about inside until Charlie let out a “YES!” Rachel pulled away and lay down on a job well done. She looked up at Haywood. “So, am I…?” Charlie only nodded a satisfied nod in return. The two lay down and said nothing but random giggles for a few minutes until they heard the unmistakable footsteps of Commander Cruger.

Charlie and Rachel both hastily dressed into their uniforms. Charlie opened the door and met with the Commander. Her hair and uniform were rumpled and unkempt; she seemed to be in the happiest of moods and somewhat tired. Cruger greeted her with a blank stare and a “Hello, Cadet Haywood. How goes things?”

“Chipper,” Charlie pleasurably sighed, “You know Rachel Motohime in B-Squad?”
“Uh…yes.”
“Promote her to A.”
“Really?”
“No one better.”
“Cadet Haywood, may I ask WHY you want her?”

Rachel, looking about the same as Charlie, stepped out. She reached into her mouth and pulled a brown string of hair from between her teeth. The hair was thrown to the ground as Rachel said, “I’m just doing my job, Commander. It’s the Pink Ranger’s duty to assist her leader.”

Cruger promoted Rachel to A-Squad Pink. She got the uniform and Delta Morpher, and, thanks to in-depth training sessions with Charlie both in and out of the holodeck, her firing skill improved. At last SPD had found its elite, its best of the best. The A-Squad was complete.
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“Everything’s set,” Cruger said to the A-Squad five, “Your shuttlecraft to Geo-Theta is located in the first pod bay. I want you to stop any and all Troobian operations taking place, and don’t come back until you’ve fulfilled your duty! Do I make myself clear?”

“Sir, yes, sir!”
“Then in that case…A-SQUAD! MOVE OUT!”
“READY! SPD, EMERGENCY!”
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On the next (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad…

The mission to Geo-Theta begins. A-Squad’s limits are put to the test, but an alien is willing to make them a deal. What will become of this Squad? What is its future? See how the ultimate deception is pulled, how the mission on Geo-Theta goes, and how the name “Troobian” functions as more than a noun.

An Offer They Can’t Refuse

[Specium Ranger]

Ryan, you have officially scared the crap out of me with this story. Never in all the time I've spent reading your work have I come across such ultimate randomness and depravity.

*Sniffle*

You've become a full fledged fanfic-er.

The whole lesbian thing with Rachel was a little surprising for something by you though to tell the truth, the thing with Beevor and Cruger is more than a little disturbing.

[GreenNinja]

As I said above, it was Merlin's ideas - just put into fanfic form. The rest, however, shall come from me.

Oh, and the website plug (http://www.freewebs.com/spdasquad). Everything will be archived there. Merlin, if you're reading this...you've created a monster. An excellent monster. Like Cyclopsis, except good.

[Impy]

That was excellent, Tober. I'm raising your oxygen allowance.

[jaredstar]

this rocks

[TBF]

Damn. This is really awesome writing. And so different from the fivers. Cool to see you can write in both formats awesomely.

[Lemonik]

NICE, Tober.

[PHAETON]

Great Job GreenNinja...This fic totally rocks, Beevor is hillarious, the sex scene between Charlie and Rachel was very well written and I can't wait for the next ep...KEEP IT COMMING!

[Nitros]

A fanfic that I ACTUALLY tried to read AND finished. Very nice.

[GreenNinja]

It's not done yet. This is just one of 13 episodes. Next time - why did A-Squad become evil?

And a short PSA, just because I feel it should be said.

Yes, Merlin's A-Squad profiles are popular, but they're not the definitive A-Squad. Just the most known. Should any of you wish to make an A-Squad fanfic with different names (except Charlie, obviously), origins, and personalities for the mysterious Space-helmeted characters, do so. There's nothing stopping you from using your imagniation. This message has been paid for by the Fanon/Canon Co.

[Lothos]

For the record...

Beevor harassed me more than once.

[Nitros]

It's not done yet. This is just one of 13 episodes. Next time - why did A-Squad become evil?
Yeah, but I still was able to finish a chapter of something that wasn't a fiver.

[GreenNinja]

An Offer They Can’t Refuse

A single black spacecraft waited in the Delta Command Center Zord Bay. A large silver “A” was on its side, and it appeared sleek, smooth, and ready. Gold lines trimmed its edges and teal lights flashed on the side. This was the A-Squad Command Shuttle, a vehicle that could travel incredibly fast to get to wherever it needed to be. In this case the planet of Geo-Theta.

A black metal ramp extended from the ship and slammed into the floor. The five armored A-Squad Rangers charged up the ramp with their Custom Firearms holstered to their belts. Inside the dimly-lit ship were five seats. Charlie, being the leader, took the sole seat up front, buckled in, and gripped the controls. Rachel pushed Cliff aside and took the seat just behind her to the left.

“I call shotgun!” Rachel said.
“So does Beevor!” the Odebenid gurgled. He found Charlie pointing her Firearm in his face.
“Take a seat in the back and let Ivan sit up front, or the only shotgun you’ll see is the one pointed at your face.”
“Women,” Beevor sighed.

Cliff and Beevor were in the back two seats, Ivan and Rachel the middle row, and Charlie was in the pilot’s chair. The five buckled up and saw Commander Cruger’s face appear on the viewscreen in the ship. “Your coordinates are preset,” Cruger reminded them, “You’re set for launch in T-minus five…four…three…two…one.”

“We have liftoff,” Charlie smirked.

The front panels of the Delta Command Center swung open as the shuttle launched out. It accelerated faster and faster until it breached Earth’s atmosphere. Once the ship had made it out among the blackness of space Charlie asked her crew to power down. Spirals of light in their respective five colors swirled outward. Charlie kept her grip on the steering wheel but motioned to the girl in pink behind her.

“Rachel,” she said, “According to the systems, we should be arriving at Geo-Theta in…two hours. I’ll need you to boost my morale if we’re going to get there. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” Rachel nodded. She unbuckled herself and walked across the ship’s floor to the front control panel. Beevor spoke up.
“Excuse me, Charlie?” he asked, “How can Rachel can do the walking if we’re out in space and away from the Earth’s gravity?”
“Artificial gravity,” Charlie said, “or did you forget?”
“The last one,” Beevor said sheepishly.
“Quiet, I need to work,” snapped an irked Rachel.

Rachel bended down on her knees and slinked beneath the control panel. The sound of cloth against skin was heard. An awkward silence filled the ship’s corridor. The air was thick as the boys watched in anticipation of what was to happen. Then there came a slurping sound from beneath the control panel. Charlie breathed an ecstatic sigh of relief.

“How long has this been happening?” Ivan asked.
“Don’t question your leader!” Charlie said, “Ah, that’s it…now shut up and let me drive!” Ivan, Cliff and Beevor rotated their seats away from the front and had their own conversation.

“So, what’s this mission FOR?” Ivan whispered, “Troobian operations? Those are on EARTH, and we haven’t done much about them.”
“Why do you need to when they Emperor is on the other side of the galaxy?” Cliff asked, “Dere’s no point to it!”
“Geo-Theta’s a barren planet anyway,” Beevor said, “I went there once for a vacation. It has very tasty rocks.” Cliff and Ivan arched their eyebrows. “Never mind.”

Ivan let out an annoyed grunt. “Maybe it’s for the better that this is going to be a long mission,” he said, “the pranks were becoming unbearable. Do you know what I found in my room the other day?”
“A new Firearm?” asked Cliff.
“NO!” shouted the Yellow A-Squad Ranger, “It was some girl’s bra stuffed with tissue paper. Someone clearly threw it in there as a joke. I may have an idea of whom…” Ivan leered in the direction of the pilot.

“It wasn’t me,” Charlie said. She looked down at her groin and asked, “…Rachel?”
“I didn’t do anything like that to Ivana,” Rachel snickered.
“Then why did the bra say ‘Rachel’?” Ivan asked, “It was written on the inside.”
“It wasn’t my idea!” Rachel said as she wiped her mouth, “Honestly. Marie in B-Squad came up with the idea. I just gave her the material for it.”
“That’s crazy, girl,” Cliff said, “but I’ll admit, pretty funny.”
“Ivana…” Beevor said, “Is that a nickname I can call you by, my comrade?”
“NO!” Ivan blurted, “Rachel, you’re going to hear from me about this. Has ANYBODY heard of Dustin?”

“Who’s Dustin?” Beevor asked, “I cleaned my room just the other day, I did. There are no fingerprints that must be found!”
Ivan heavily sighed. “Dustin was the Yellow Wind Ninja Storm Ranger several years ago. He was some motocross dude or something. Thing is, a male Yellow Ranger isn’t as unusual as you may think it is.”
“Whatever you say, Ivana,” Cliff laughed.

“YES! That’s it!” Charlie screamed from the front of the ship, “Finally!”
“We’re there?” Beevor asked, “Two hours usually don’t go that fast.”
“Not that,” Charlie said, “Rachel’s done.”

Rachel slid back from under the control panel, wiped her mouth on her sleeve, and sat down. Charlie continued to pilot the ship forward. Stunned silence continued to fill the ship. Within time the planet of Geo-Theta came into view. It was the size of Earth’s moon; a dark, rocky brown in color. Jagged peaks shot out from various places on the planet, and where there wasn’t a mountain there was a canyon. Charlie started the ship towards Geo-Theta.

The friction caused a whirring sound to be heard outside the ship. Everyone buckled in and braced themselves. It felt as if they were in the middle of a Category 5 hurricane with no way to escape. Beevor alternated keeping one or both of his sets of eyes closed. Ivan screamed a high-pitched scream that couldn’t be heard over the whir of motion. Rachel laughed, and Cliff and Charlie stayed calm all the while.

With a jarring crash the black shuttlecraft landed, nose-first, in a rock protruding from the ground on Geo-Theta. The seatbelts retracted. Charlie ushered her team to leave the ship and begin their mission. A compartment was opened overhead. The five reached in and took out their SPD Blaster. These basic devices were to be used in civilian form. A-Squad’s were similar to B- through D-Squad’s SPD Blasters with a few key differences. Theirs were stronger, could hold more shots, and were black with white letters as opposed to the other way around.

Charlie, Beevor, Cliff, Ivan and Rachel set off towards the location of the Troobian outpost.

The planet of Geo-Theta was just as Beevor had described it. The skies were gray, the planet was black, and the air was dusty. Light from a nearby star barely pierced the clouded skies, but where it hit the heat became almost unbearable. Ivan coughed; Charlie told him to not make a sound. Silently they crept across the planet’s surface.

Far away on a mountain peak was a robot. It wasn’t any ordinary robot. It had a spherical blue head with two saucer-shaped protrusions on the side. A blaster was attached to its left hand. In its right hand was a yellowish-green item with purple sparks crackling between the spiky extensions at the end. A glowing orange disc adorned the item at the bottom. The Bluehead, as it was called, swiped its hand between the spikes and pulled up an image of a skeletal creature the same color as the device.

“Emperor Gruumm,” said the Bluehead, “This is the leader of your troops on Geo-Theta. We’ve just received word that SPD’s A-Squad has arrived. The ones led by Charlie Haywood. She serves under Commander Anubis Cruger. I just thought you’d want to know, my Emperor.”

“CRUGER?!” roared the skeleton over the communicator, “Yes, Haywood’s squad. I’ve had my eye on them for quite some time now. They’re so deliciously…perfect. Brillaint. And sexy. I think the green one bears a hint of resemblance to me. You can see it in the eyes. I want you to use the Special Weapon I have given you to lure Haywood and the rest to my side. Do I make myself clear? Cruger must be taken down!”

“Loud and clear, Emperor,” replied the Bluehead, “I’m on it.”

Five rocks jutted up at the empty plain where A-Squad made their entrance. Ivan backed up against a rock with his SPD Blaster held outward. Charlie peered out from the foremost rock carefully. Cliff and Rachel both stood at the ready. Beevor, contrary to the others, was being neither stealthy nor officer-like. He was eating on the rock.

“SMITH!” Charlie shouted, “What are you doing?”
“Want this rock?” Beevor said, “It’s delicious...”
“We’re on a mission, ya walrus!” Cliff shouted, “Stop doing that.”
“Don’t you want some rocks?” Beevor asked, “Not even if they’re sautéed in some mud?”
“Smith, stop being stupid,” Rachel hushed, “Trouble’s on the loose.”

Dusty wind blew past the five and itched at Ivan’s nose. Ivan sneezed. The sneeze echoed across the barren lands. Robotic sounds were heard. Charlie felt her body tense up. Rachel’s tensed up even more than usual. Beevor looked in a puddle of water to see that his fangs were sharp and battle-ready.

A group of silver-and-black Krybots, Blueheads, and sword-wielding Orangeheads was slowly advancing towards the A-Squad. Cliff held out his SPD Blaster and shot a black beam from the barrel. The beam lifted up a small rock beside him into the air. Cliff chanted something in a language not even Beevor could understand and engorged the rock. The rock was flung at one of the Orangeheads and destroyed it. The robot’s sword landed in the rocky ground to the side.

“ATTACK!” yelled one of the remaining Orangeheads.
“Counterstrike!” shouted Charlie.
“Carpe Jugulam!” Beevor gargled.
“It’s on…” said Cliff calmly.
“Showtime!” exclaimed Ivan.
“A-Squad rules!” said Rachel.

Blueheads fired rounds of pale blue lasers, but Ivan replied in turn with his own laser fire. The black energy spheres pierced the robots’ chassis and left them nothing more than flaming piles of metal. Ivan continued manipulating the rocks to his will; no one had the chance to question why the heck he could do this – it was just that he could. Beevor, his teeth primed; jumped to the top of the rock he had been hiding behind and jumped into battle.

“The Beevor is ready…to ROCK!” he exclaimed, “Oh, ‘rock’, I kill myself.” A blast from a Bluehead made him change his mind. “Okay, Plan B, otherwise I’ll really kill myself,” he thought. Beevor jumped from the top of the rock and spread two black-and-blue wings from his back. He charged with his teeth bared and the jetpack flaring. The teeth broke the shells of the Krybots to ensure further damage.

Rachel was spinning around gracefully and blocking shot after shot with her SPD Blaster. A hailstorm of fire erupted from her civilian shooter and punctured the Orangeheads’ bodies. Her short size allowed her to get in hits where the rest would’ve failed. She slid through a puddle of water and found her head staring up the metal crotch of a normal Krybot. The robot looked down.

It babbled something that roughly translated to “So, while you’re down there…”
Rachel scooted forward, winked, and released a blast from her SPD Shooter. The black sphere shot through the Krybot’s groin and up out its head. Rachel rolled out of the way blew at the barrel of her gun.
“Sure, you have steel balls,” she quipped, “but a woman’s touch brings you down. Weakling.”

Charlie had scooped up the fallen Orangehead’s sword and stashed her SPD Blaster back around her belt. She wielded the sword with a samurai-like efficiency that cut through even the chest shields of the Orangeheads themselves. At one point in the fight she quickly drew her civilian blaster, released a round of gunfire, and charged ahead into the smoke and flame with the sword. When the smoke had cleared Charlie was the only one standing; a collection of charred and burning metal lay behind her.

A-Squad regrouped and fired a single blast from their SPD Blasters that finished off the last remaining Orangehead. “Gotcha!” the five A-Squad Rangers said together. Charlie hugged Rachel, Beevor started whooping and hollering, and Cliff and Ivan remained calm. The smoke in front of them cleared to reveal a monster. Their mission on Geo-Theta wasn’t done yet.

It was a mass of fossilized stone shaped like a bulky humanoid. Diamonds were encrusted in its body and jade crystals made up its eyes. Beevor, his otherworldly knowledge so great it could match Charlie’s, explained “These kinds of creatures are native to the planet. Their armor is tough and their punch is hard. Our estimated time to live is…30 minutes if we’re lucky.”

“We don’t need luck,” Charlie said, “We’ve got the skill. Ready?”
“Ready!” replied Beevor, Cliff, Ivan and Rachel.
“Change Standby!” Charlie yelled. The five spoke their next command in unison.
“SPD, EMERGENCY!”

Charlie holds out her Delta Morpher in Change Mode. A red light spirals around her uniform and flashes, with red light, into the black jumpsuit that forms the basis of her Ranger form. A silver SPD badge slams into her chest and spreads out into her armor. Charlie starts moving backward on the platform below her as her helmet fits over her head in a flash of red light. Her Custom Firearm lands in her hand as she strikes a pose on an SPD badge against a red background with the “POLICE” badge embedded in it in white.

Beevor holds out his Delta Morpher in Change Mode. A blue light spirals around his uniform and flashes, with blue light, into the black jumpsuit that forms the basis of his Ranger form. A silver SPD badge slams into his chest and spreads out into his armor. Beevor starts moving backward on the platform below him as his helmet fits over his head in a flash of blue light. His Custom Firearm lands in his hand as he strikes a pose on an SPD badge against a blue background with the “POLICE” badge embedded in it in white.

Cliff holds out his Delta Morpher in Change Mode. A green light spirals around his uniform and flashes, with green light, into the black jumpsuit that forms the basis of his Ranger form. A silver SPD badge slams into his chest and spreads out into his armor. Cliff starts moving backward on the platform below him as his helmet fits over his head in a flash of green light. His Custom Firearm lands in his hand as he strikes a pose on an SPD badge against a green background with the “POLICE” badge embedded in it in white.

Ivan holds out his Delta Morpher in Change Mode. A yellow light spirals around his uniform and flashes, with yellow light, into the black jumpsuit that forms the basis of his Ranger form. A silver SPD badge slams into his chest and spreads out into his armor. Ivan starts moving backward on the platform below him as his helmet fits over his head in a flash of yellow light. His Custom Firearm lands in his hand as he strikes a pose on an SPD badge against a yellow background with the “POLICE” badge embedded in it in white.

Rachel holds out her Delta Morpher in Change Mode. A pink light spirals around her uniform and flashes, with pink light, into the black jumpsuit that forms the basis of her Ranger form. A silver SPD badge slams into her chest and spreads out into her armor. Rachel starts moving backward on the platform below her as her helmet fits over her head in a flash of pink light. Her Custom Firearm lands in her hand as she strikes a pose on an SPD badge against a pink background with the “POLICE” badge embedded in it in white.

The five had transformed into their Ranger forms. They called out their names and titles to the rock creature before them while holding their arms outward. Beevor had somehow managed to fit his teeth in the helmet, but that little factoid no longer confused anyone. The roll call began triumphantly.

“1!” announced Charlie, “Seeking out the scourge of the universe!”
“2!” babbled Beevor, “Searching for the mysterious things!”
“3!” said Cliff calmly, “Using the future’s technology!”
“4!” declared Ivan, “To serve and protect the galaxy!”
“5!” proclaimed Rachel, “Takin’ you down hard and fast!”
“A-SQUAD!” Charlie said, “Red!”
“Blue!”
“Green!”
“Yellow!”
“Pink!”
The five finished together. “Space Patrol Delta! Defenders of the Galaxy!”

The rock monster stared blankly as the resounding multicolored explosion of smoke, flame, and rubble knocked him back onto his feet. The rock monster picked up one of the many rocks that lined the ground and aimed it in A-Squad’s direction. The rock bounced off Charlie’s armored chest like it was nothing. From his other fist the monster threw a second projectile. Cliff, with a sharpshooter’s aim, obliterated the stone.

“You ain’t even TRYING!” the Green Ranger joked.

The rock monster became glazed and slid across the landscape like a vehicle. Beevor quickly explained that the natural secretions from his body could do that. Charlie spoke into her Delta Morpher. “Yo, Cruger, Kat, this is Charlie.”

“What is it, Haywood?” Cruger replied.
“We’re on Geo-Theta; just got done dealing with a horde of Troobian Krybots,” Charlie said, “One of the natives has gotten a little feisty. Seems to be an agent of them – what I’m askin’ is, do we have any mode of transport on our ship? We can’t catch them on foot.”
“Your vehicles are in the ship and have been activated,” Cruger said, “They’re being sent to your location now.”

A vehicle similar to the Silver Space Ranger’s cycle pulled up. It had been redone in black and red – clearly it belonged to Charlie. The other resembled the Space Rangers’ Megatank, except that it, like the cycle, was redone in black and silver with an SPD logo on the side. Cliff, Ivan, Beevor and Rachel climbed into the A-Tank while Charlie hopped on the A-Cycle with her Custom Firearm out.

They were now in hot pursuit of the rock monster.

From inside the A-Tank Ivan was manning the controls. He had mastered this fine vehicle in the Holodeck and was glad to finally get a chance to use it. Charlie fired red burst after red burst from her Custom Firearm while atop the A-Cycle, but the rock monster’s shining skin ricocheted the bullets back at her. Charlie ducked and accelerated to full throttle.

“Get back here, you!” she roared. The A-Cycle gained so much speed that it became a red blur dashing across the surface of the planet. A rocky ramp came into view. Charlie swerved the A-Cycle to the left and launched off the ramp. She soared through the air, got in a few shots to the rock monster, and landed the cycle on the ground where she skidded to a halt. Charlie leapt from her cycle and pointed the Custom Firearm at the beast.

The A-Tank charged from behind and sent volleys of silver energy out at the beast. He had been subdued. Charlie and her squad pointed their Firearms at the rock monster in one last move. The monster stood up, lost his glazed shell, and spoke in a trembling, rough, scratchy, gravelly voice. He knew when he had been defeated – and by SPD Earth’s best team, no less.

“I give! Don’t confine me!” said the monster, “Just tell me what you want!”
“The outpost of the Troobians is what we want,” Beevor said, “Do I have to use the tusks?”
“Stop acting so Troobian yourself, Hoji,” Rachel said as she slapped a pair of cuffs about the rock monster’s hand, “Kinky.”
“Take us to your leader!” Ivan shouted.
“We can have you taken in by force if ya don’t,” Cliff proposed.
“So, do you accept?” Charlie asked.
“I do,” the monster said solemnly, “Follow me.”

The monster walked towards a large mountain looming in the background. When they approached the base the monster barged through a wall, revealed to be hollow, which led to a series of tunnels. “What you’re looking for should be in here,” said the monster, “Emperor Gruumm’s base of operations on Geo-Theta. I was asked to keep this place secret, but I’ll likely be killed for my betrayal.”

“I won’t mind that,” Cliff said, “Sounds fun.”
“You’ll be first,” mumbled the rocky creature.

The tunnels became damp, hot, wet as they went further and further underground. Rachel took to the atmosphere quite well. A-Squad was crawling through on their knees when they finally broke through an opening and out into the place they had been searching for this entire time. Describing it would be almost beyond comprehension, but it was there.

Assembly lines were mass producing Silver Krybots. Some of the Krybots were shipped off to other lines to be outfitted with the weapons, armor and programming of an Orangehead or Bluehead. All of this was built into the rock walls with no sound being audible from outside. The sight was impressive…some would even say magnificent. The rock monster pointed at a sole opening at the end of the wall.

“What you seek is in there,” he said, “Go through.”
“Should we trust him?” Ivan whispered.
“I don’t see why not,” said Rachel.
“GO!” Cliff urged.
“If you say so, Jones,” Beevor sighed.
“Then it’s decided,” Charlie said, “We’re going.”

A-Squad walked, suspiciously unnoticed, down the hallway to the lone stone archway at the end. When they entered they saw it led to a small room with air vents in the walls. “This is what we’re looking for?” Beevor asked, “This is a waste of Beevor’s time! I deserve better treatment than this!”

The archway became blocked. A-Squad turned around to see a woman with a purple lightning bolt on her cheek standing in front of them. She had long, brownish-black hair and was wearing a purple-and-black dress. Her voice had a hint of an English accent to it; her name was Morgana.

“Hello, A-Squad,” she said, “You’ve fallen right into our trap!”
“What trap?” Ivan asked.
“What do you want with us?” Cliff roared.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to get us out of here,” Rachel pleaded, “Name it.”
“From you?,” Morgana said, “Sounds nice, but that’s not what I want at the moment.”
“Then what DO you want?” Charlie said, “Judgment Ti…!”

Charlie’s judgment was cut short. When she turned around Morgana was no longer present. A-Squad huddled together. They could hear a hissing sound coming out of the walls. Purple smoke drifted down upon them. Beevor held his breath. Ivan tensed up. Rachel and Charlie tried to cover their mouths and noses with their uniforms. Cliff drew a pendant from his pocket and began to chant. None of this was going to work. The purple smoke entered their systems.

Charlie felt at first like she was choking on something. She didn’t know what, but it left her unable to breathe. Her mind became overwhelmed with the sensations sparking over her body. Her skin went cold and her heart stopped for the briefest of seconds. A-Squad had changed when the smoke subsided.

The four humans’ eyes flashed purple. Beevor’s four green eyes did the same. They stood at attention and heard a voice echo in their heads. The voice wasn’t Gruumm’s, but it was powerful, strong, and fear-imposing. It would’ve been fear-imposing had it not been for the fact that not a single thought coursed through the A-Squad’s collective brains. Beevor coughed. The voice spoke to them.

“Charlene Haywood…
“Muytyyyyhrterp Hojiwerwast Cahgr…CarGreen…Green Racer…Cost….BEEVOR!
“Clifford Jones…
“Ivan Lane…
“Rachel Motohime…
“SPD’s A-Squad…

“I am the end of this universe and the beginning of the next. I am the force eternal, the power unstoppable. I am the ultimate being and the future master of time and space. You are now my mind slaves. You belong to me. You cannot escape my grasp, and you shall be the ones responsible for the destruction of those who brought you to your high level of status.

“You are now servants of Omni!”

“Yes, sir,” said A-Squad mindlessly. The five held their Custom Firearms up to the ceiling of the room and fired a single shot. Energy in their colors spiraled around them and teleported them to the top of the mountain for safety. The factory within began to collapse. Debris crumbled around the Krybots; the only thing that survived was a hint of that purple gas. It still hissed out through the mountain after some of the base had fallen.

A-Squad’s eyes stopped glowing purple. They powered down and fell to their knees. Morgana appeared beside them as they looked up to the dark sky. Rachel was the first to question of this mysterious woman what had happened.

“It’s simple, really,” Morgana said, “You are ours now. Ta-ta.”

A flash of light signified Morgana’s exit. Charlie picked up her Delta Morpher and called the Commander. “We’ve destroyed the Troobian base,” she said, “Prepare to report back to Earth.” Charlie and the others got back on the A-Cycle and A-Tank. They reached their shuttlecraft and got in. The flight back to Earth was a fairly uneventful one. No conversation. No action. Nothing.

When A-Squad landed back on Earth Cruger gave them a badge of honor for their mission well-done. No one noticed a change in behavior for the A-Squad, for there had been none. Their purpose for Emperor Gruumm and Omni wouldn’t need to be fulfilled yet, but they were sleeper agents; somewhere in the back of their mind they knew it. It would be several more years until something came along that would test the A-Squad’s patience and bonds.

Carson, Drew, and Tate.
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On the next (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad

Bridge Carson, Sydney Drew, and Sky Tate are asked to train with Charlie, Rachel, and Ivan. Charlie becomes fed up with Sky’s whining, Ivan has problems with Bridge, and Rachel teaches Syd how to use her powers in a sensual way. Meanwhile, Beevor and Cliff cruise the archives to find something surprising.

Carson, Drew, and Tate

[PHAETON]

Great job Greenninja... I love the battle scene between the A-tank and the Geo-Theta and the detail of the A-squad getting brainwashed by Omni. Keep it comming

[GreenPirate06]

i like it, keep it comin!

[TBF]

Good, very good...

[Angelfox]

NOt bad at all....

[GreenNinja]

Carson, Drew, and Tate

Years had passed since the mission on Geo-Theta. The A-Squad had undergone no noticeable changes. Kat’s regular physical exams showed that they were functioning even better than usual, but she assumed it to be their training taking effect. Cruger approached A-Squad in the rec room one calm day to inform them of a new task. It wasn’t an invasion like before, or even a simple searching of the city.

“It’s February!” Cruger said, “Time to meet the new recruits!”
“Say what?” Beevor asked.
“Who is it this time?” Cliff sighed.
“At least make them tolerable,” Ivan remarked.
“And cute,” Rachel said lightly, “Gotta make ‘em cute.”
“Send them in, Commander,” Charlie stated.

The three new cadets, each one dressed in an all-black B-Squad uniform, entered into the rec room. They stood silent and at attention. The first was a man with short, combed-back, brownish-blonde hair. He was the most serious of the three. Cruger introduced him as “The son of SPD’s first Red Ranger, Sky Tate.”

The next in line was aloof in posture, dazed in appearance, and had uncombed brown hair going in all directions. Black gloves were on his hands, and he looked interestedly at the five A-Squad members. Cruger said that he was “Bridge Carson. You all know the Carsons have been major donators to SPD since its inception.”

The last in line was a girl, shorter than the others, with blonde hair. She slouched against the wall filing her nails. When Cruger called her she returned to attention. “Miss Drew…” he said, “Stay focused. Haywood, Smith, Jones, Lane, and Motohime – this is the last of your trainees, Sydney Drew. Keep an eye on them and make sure they get the proper instruction. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir!” the five saluted.

“I say we partner up with you and leave two A-Squadders going solo,” Charlie recommended, “That way only three of us have to suffer. I’ll go with…Tate,” she stepped up beside Sky. “Hello, Sky. I’m Charlie. You’re going to go through the toughest training regiment in your life. Thoughts on that?”

“Bring it, Charlie,” Sky said, “I’ve got the SPD Handbook memorized to the letter.”
“Should be fun,” Charlie replied.

“I’ll take Sydney here,” Rachel said, “We’ll have some girl time. If you want to know what it takes to make it at SPD, may as well go with me. What do you say?”
“Really?” Syd asked, “‘Girl time’? Wasn’t what I was expecting, but why not? Let’s go, Motohime.”

“So who’s taking Carson?” Charlie asked, “How about…you, Ivan?”
“Why me?” sighed Ivan.
“I’ve chosen you, and I’m the leader,” Charlie said sternly, “Now come on. Time’s a-wastin’.”
“Hello, Bridge,” Ivan said, “I’ll be your partner for training today.”
“Nice,” Bridge said, “You know, I just got to thinking…”
“Thinking what?”

Bridge began to ramble. “One of the A-Squad is codenamed Beevor, or so I’ve heard, but he really looks more like a walrus…or a shellfish. Or maybe a mutated human who was working in the aquarium when the toxic waste spilled and transmogrified his DNA structure into some grotesque monster from a horror movie; I think I saw that one on the Sci-Fi Channel last night. Creature of the Deep, it was called. Didn’t really scare me, but it did leave Syd unable to go to bed. Found her waiting in the holodeck in a simulated forest preparing to fight against the Creature with only her Civilian Blaster and the lost Pearl of Poseidon…”

“Carson?” asked Ivan.
“Yes?” Bridge turned around.
“Don’t look in front of you.”

Beevor, tusks ready to strike, was standing in front of Bridge. Cliff was holding him back. Bridge turned back to Ivan. “I see your point. In a case such as this, there’s only one thing to do…”
“…run like hell.” Ivan finished.

Bridge and Ivan took off as fast as they could. Charlie, Syd, Rachel, and Sky were already one hallway down. When the two caught up, out of breath and leaning against the wall, Charlie figured she wouldn’t ask what had kept them. The next person that entered the rec room, though, wouldn’t be as lucky as those two were.
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Charlie and Sky split from the group and rode on the A-Cycle to the alleyway where Cruger had found Haywood years earlier. Charlie took out what looked like the silver sphere used to summon Krybots and threw it into the alley. The silver-faced robots appeared. Sky turned to Charlie with a befuddled expression. “How’d you get your hands on that?”

“This isn’t real, and neither are they,” Charlie said, “We took some Troobian technology and modified it to create these Holo-Krybots. They’re perfect for training – just think of it as an out-of-holodeck training session.” Charlie took a remote from her pocket. “And I’ll throw in one Orangehead and two Blueheads for kicks.”

Three of the Holo-Krybots went static before transforming into the Orangehead and Bluehead forms Charlie had programmed in. She set down the remote and reached for the stopwatch hanging about her neck. “Tate, when I say so…GO!” Her finger pressed down on the stopwatch’s “Start” button.

Sky took his white Civilian Blaster in hand and charged ahead.
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Beevor and Cliff were locking hands as they fought down the hallway. Cadets darted left and right to avoid being caught in the crossfire. Cliff was still trying to calm Beevor down after the Bridge fiasco in the rec room. Beevor gargled something unitellgible; Cliff knew it was probably something bad about his mother. The two went at this for five minutes until they tumbled into the Command Center.

It was, surprisingly, empty. The blue lights were turned off and one monitor was still on and humming. Cliff and Beevor exchanged glances first at each other, then the monitor. With a nod and a grunt they confirmed they were going to look at the video. For all they knew, it could’ve been anything. And they liked those odds.

They slowly tiptoed to the control panel and looked at the confusing collaboration of buttons in front of them. “Which one?” Beevor asked, “Any of them could be the Play button!”
“Maybe it’s the one with the forward arrow labeled ‘Play’?” Cliff said sarcastically.
“Oh, yeah, that one,” Beevor replied, “I was getting to that.” He pressed the button. The two turned their heads to the screen. Static filled the screen and faded to an image of Commander Cruger himself. Cruger was sitting down in his room nervously explaining the events that were about to play.

“These videos were never meant to be shown. They…they tell a story that I’m almost ashamed to admit I took part in. It all began back in 2001. I was still new to Earth, and Kat had fully integrated herself among the humans. We still had to disguise our identities…” the images on the video changed to that of an early Delta Command Center, several years ago.

“These twelve plus Kat made up the Power Project. Our goal was to develop the metal that would be easily breakable and constructible – it forms the basis for the Ranger suits worn today by all SPD Squads. The following scenes are not reenactments – they’re actual archived footage from early SPD. Please, if you see this…learn to never mess with nature again.”

This was going to be good.
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“And that’s the end of our training,” Ivan said as he set the trashcans back in place, “Good job, Carson.”
“It was easy,” Bridge said nonchalantly, “So, you’re the A-Squad Yellow Ranger?”
“That I am.”
“But…you’re a dude.”
“Stop mentioning that around me!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll go easy,” Bridge said, “Break time.”

Bridge and Ivan sat down at a table in the Delta Command Base cafeteria. Bridge grabbed something from the toaster and sat down beside his partner in training. Ivan sparked more conversation. Bridge interested him – he was incredibly relaxed, but at the same time incredibly bizarre. There weren’t many people like this in the world.

“How’d you know when the Krybots were going to hit you?” Ivan questioned, “It’s like you’re psychic.”
“I am,” Bridge said casually. He turned to Ivan with a knife and a piece of toast in his hand. “You want some toast? It’s buttery.” Bridge wiggled his fingers in front of his mouth in a near-indescribable way.

Ivan was unsure of how to react. He watched Bridge chomping on the toast and saw the still-warm butter drip off the edge. Bridge’s innate weirdness had an effect on Ivan’s mind. The word “buttery” echoed in his head as though the world had fallen into slow motion and silence. “So, you’re the A-Squad Yellow Ranger?” Bridge’s voice repeated in his brain. Ivan had those two thoughts bounce back and forth until he snapped.

“NO!” he yelled at Bridge, “NO!”
“You don’t want some toast?” Bridge asked again, “It’s…”
“I don’t care what it is!” Ivan ranted, “I don’t go that way! If you ask me what I want or what it is one more time, I swear I’m going to…!”

His sentence was cut off by Commander Cruger walking into the cafeteria at the moment. Ivan had his hand around Bridge’s collar, and Bridge was trying to psychic his way out of the situation. Kat walked up to Bridge and Ivan and pushed them apart. She looked down with her sharp teeth bared. She immediately questioned the two.

“What’s this all about?”
“He was advancing on me,” Ivan said, “and that’s against SPD codes!”
Bridge replied, “I just asked if he wanted some toast.”
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Rachel had taken Syd neither to the alleyway nor to the holodeck for her training. She had instead taken her to the locker rooms. Syd wondered what sort of training they could possibly do in here. Rachel walked into the showers, slipped into a black bodysuit like that on her A-Squad Pink form, and slowly walked in Syd’s direction. Syd was stunned and confused.

“I thought we were training.”
“But we are…”
“Motohime, this doesn’t seem right.”
“Its right in all the right ways,” Rachel said as she leaned against Sydney Drew, “So, what’s your power?”
“My…power?”
“I’ve heard stories. The Power Project a few years ago.”
“What do you want me to do with it?”
“Learn to use it well…let me serve as an example. Touch me.”

Syd touched her hand to Rachel’s bodysuit. She made sure her had was in full contact with the smooth surface before whispering “Fist of Rubber!” Syd’s hand shone pink for a brief second before becoming like the spandex. It was stuck in its fist position, black, smooth, and rubbery. This was her power.

“Very nice,” Rachel said. She reached for the back of her suit and pulled it down. Rachel felt as if she was back in here with Charlie again, except she was the one in the higher-up position. Syd was cautiously feeling her hand to make sure the effects would last. Rachel pointed to an open door in the locker room; steam was slowly drifting out from it.

“If you want to know what it takes to get to the top, follow me,” Rachel said, “Your future awaits you, Sydney Drew.” Syd unzipped her uniform top and walked into the sauna with Rachel; she wrapped a pink towel around her body. When Syd entered she sat down on one of the tile benches and looked at the Pink Ranger in front of her. Rachel seemed to know how to have a good time.

“So, what part of my training is this?” Syd asked.
“The best part; but if you’re weak, then you can’t handle it.”
“Weak?!”

Syd, infuriated that she had been called weak, swung her right fist (the rubber one) at Rachel. Rachel, in an amazingly flexible display of reflexes, stood up and took the blow…right to her crotch. Rachel moaned at the blow and looked down at Syd. “Now hit me again.”

Syd continued to pound Rachel in her groin, and Rachel enjoyed every moment of it. After this had gone on for a few minutes Syd looked up at Rachel and asked “Is there a point to this?” Rachel nodded. Syd kept going. She wasn’t sure what she was learning, but it was a more relaxed training regiment than she expected. And it was, by and far, much easier than what Sky was getting.
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Sky bounced off the sidewall of the alley and fired two shots from his Civilian Blaster. He had defeated the regular Silver Krybots easily, but the Orangehead was proving himself to be a challenge. The digital robot swiped his sword at Sky, but Skey leapt over the blade and extended his one free arm. He held it up to the air and made his hand glow blue. Charlie was amazed.

Sky spun his arm around to create a glowing blue shield in front of him. The Orangehead’s sword was blocked. Sky slipped his Civilian Blaster out from under the shield and launched its last shot into the spiky-headed soldier’s chest shield. The virtual Orangehead collapsed to the ground.

“Nice work, Cadet Blake,” Charlie commented.
“The name’s Tate,” Sky said, “That good enough for you?”
“Well, if you aren’t a moody one…” Charlie said, “Got a problem with me?”
“You bet I do,” Sky said, “Do you know Joe Tate?”

“Everyone’s heard of him,” Charlie said as she and Sky sat down on a bench near the alley, “He was one of the original SPD Rangers. They used the power modified from Time Force technology. It’s what eventually led to the creation of the A-Squad powers that I and the rest use today.”

“Then why am I not like him?”
“What do you mean?”
“I should be on A-Squad, I should be red. But instead…you are.”
“Are you saying your problem’s with me?”
“You’re a girl, Haywood. You’re not fit to lead.”
“Do you want to prove that, Tate?”
“Showdown with basic blasters, the holodeck, this afternoon.”
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“Kat had started the Power Project shortly before she arrived on Earth. As soon as SPD was settled we set out to make our armor. The only way we could get it shipped to Earth was in particle form. At that point we set out to make the perfect coating for it – one that could protect it under any circumstances. I remember that day well.”

The video faded into a scene from the year 2001.

“Now THIS is entertainment,” Beevor said, “So, Cruger was responsible for the B-Squad newbies’ powers?”
“Yeah, guess he was, man,” Cliff answered.
“So, when do we get to see the part where Kat experiments with Cruger?”
“That’s comin’ up next, Smith. Get a grip on yourself.”
“Not exactly what I was talking about, but I’ll watch anyway.”

The video showed Kat and the five SPD parents working at a generic lab table with generic chemicals. Kat held up a bottle of blue liquid and motioned it towards Joe Tate.

“I don’t think this is right,” she said, “It’s not…enough.”
“Try adding another drop of sodium oxide,” said Ms. Drew.
“And be sure to mix it three times counterclockwise,” said Mr. Carson, “Otherwise things could get really bad – like everything would explode.”
“Carson, you’re crazy,” said Mr. Landors, “That would never happen. We’re SPD’s top scientists.”
“Weren’t you a janitor at Lightspeed before this?” asked Ms. Delgado, “Just saying.”
“Don’t go bringing that up,” Landors replied.

Kat was stirring the concoction. “One…two…three….which direction was it again?”
“Counterclockwise,” Carson spoke up.
“That’s not good,” Kat said meekly, “Get out while you can.”

Kat raced to the wall and flipped the alarm. Her chemical mixture was bubbling over. It spilled onto the table and began to mix itself with other ingredients the five had been working with. A flashing, prismatic multicolored mess of materials was bubbling over in the center of the table and, like a small supernova, gave way to an explosion just above the table’s center.

The five scientists were tossed back against the wall. Kat rubbed her head and looked out at them. “Are you okay?” she asked. The five answered that they were fine, but couldn’t shake the feeling something strange had happened. Everyone passed it off as another one of Carson’s ramblings.

“So, what happens next?” Beevor asked, “What next?”
“We KNOW what happens next!” Cliff replied, “…Commander Cruger? What are you doing here?”

Cruger was tugging in Bridge and Ivan with Kat following close behind him. Kat saw the two standing mindlessly in front of the video screen and flicked it off. She angrily looked at Beevor and Cliff.

“Why were you viewing that?”
“Viewing what? I didn’t see anything,” Beevor tried his alibi, but found it useless.
“The video, ya stupid walrus!” Cliff roared.
“You weren’t supposed to be viewing that,” Cruger said, “It’s top-secret, classified information.”
“What was it about?” Bridge asked.
“You don’t need to know!” Kat meowed back at him.

“So, why’d you bring in Carson and…Ivan?” Cliff asked.
“We had to settle a dispute,” Kat sighed.
“Was there a fight?” Beevor interrupted, “Oh, and I missed it.”
“I just asked if he…” Bridge started.
“Don’t say that…” said Ivan under his breath.
“Were you watching the video on the powers?” Cruger asked.
“Powers?” Beevor said, “What does that have to do with anything?”

The bickering was intensified even more when Sky and a petulant Charlie walked through the room’s sliding doors. They stopped, stared at the fighting already going on, and returned to their own argument.

“Why can’t I be Red?” Charlie asked, “Is it because I’m a girl?”
“Yes, that’s exactly why,” Sky said, “You’re just not cut out for the job.”
“Forget the holodeck – we fight NOW.”
“Bring it.”

Sky and Charlie drew their SPD Blaster and Civilian Blaster; they jumped to a side of the room. White spheres from Sky and black spheres from Charlie rebounded off the walls until they struck the ones that had fired them. Cruger held up a metal tray that had been left lying on the floor and redirected Charlie’s shot out the door. It slammed into the wall and revealed the room on the other side.

Syd and Rachel, both wearing their pink bathrobes and giggling heartily, stepped through the hole in the wall and walked into the Command Center. Their arms were around their shoulders, and they seemed to be the most relaxed of those present in the warzone the Command Center had become.

“…Motohime?” Charlie said while arching an eyebrow.
“Syd?” Rachel said as she turned her head to the blonde-haired cadet.
“Sky?” asked Syd.
“HAYWOOD!” roared Sky.
“Carson!” yelled Ivan.
“Commander!” pleaded Beevor.
“Kat…?” Cruger asked worriedly.
“Tate…” said Cliff vengefully. He held out his hand and started chanting something.
“Smith! Jones!” Kat screeched as she tried to regain command of the room.

“Toast?” Bridge asked naïvely as he held out the buttery food product.

An awkward silence fell over the room. Cruger looked at his cadets and said one thing.

“We’ll sort this out later.”

Everybody left.
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The next day the A-Squad five were back in the rec room. Rachel’s top was unzipped, Beevor was napping on the couch, Ivan was standing FAR away from the toaster, Cliff was carving something out of a block of wood (what he was carving and/or where he got the block of wood was something no one would dare to ask), and Charlie was going over case files. Cruger and Kat walked into the rec room and broke the silence.

“Haywood, Smith, Jones, Lane and Motohime,” Cruger said sternly, “While I am not banning you from all future training sessions, we figure it would be best if the work was left to Kat and me. Let today’s events serve as an example of that. We’ve decided on what to do with all of you.

“Beevor, Cliff, for watching an unauthorized video, you will be forced to clean SPD headquarters, with a toothbrush and low-quality cleaning solution. Kat has found some lovely pastel-colored aprons you can wear for this task. Enjoy.

“Rachel, I don’t know what to do with you…so I won’t do anything. Charlie, I will have a long talk with Cadet Tate, and you will have to take some missions solo to show him that you really are worthy of being a part of SPD. Finally, Cadet Lane, while, in other cases, I would’ve expelled you from SPD for almost injuring a fellow cadet, I have instead decided to give you and Carson holodeck training sessions where you can work out your differences. Is this clear to you all?”

“Yes, sir!” they responded. Cruger and Kat left the room. Just before Ivan could open his mouth and complain about what the Commander had given him A-Squad’s eyes flashed purple. The sun was beginning to set on the horizon, and without even thinking the five members walked over to the window, stood in a line, and looked up to the stars.

In their heads echoed the voice of Omni.

“Very good, my decoys,” he said, “No one believes there is anything different about you. Now, we must arrange for a meeting with Emperor Gruumm. When the time comes for you to meet him, it shall become clear. Further instruction will be given to you at that point.

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORDS THE GREAT OMNI HAS GIVEN YOU?!”

“Yes,” said Charlie.
“Roger,” said Cliff robotically.
“Yes, my lord,” said a mindless Ivan.
“Your words are our command,” droned Rachel.
“Can you repeat the question?” Beevor asked. It was as if he’d temporarily snapped from Omni’s stupor, but his eyes flashed purple once more. “I get it. We must meet Emperor Gruumm.”

Somewhere, out in deep space, a ship flew over the Helix Nebula. A barren planet near the outer edges was to be the site of the attack; the planet of Kwa’ree. Everything was set – but would it go through? There was only one way to be sure – to do it.

“Come to me, my pretties,” whispered the voice of Omni, “A shining future awaits you.”
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On the next (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad

A-Squad travels to the Helix Nebula only to find a barren planet. Then Krybots attack. An intense battle rages only to lead to the revalation that it’s a trap – for SPD. THEN Gruumm’s ship arrives, and will A-Squad be willing to accept their fate, or will they be forced into it? Next time on…

The Helix Nebula: It’s A Trap!

[GreenNinja]

Stupid double post.

[GreenNinja]

This is the first episode that ties into SPD itself. It also contains some Bruce-bashing (though not how you'd expect it), more Deka references, and Rachel proving that species is no boundary. On with the show!
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The Helix Nebula: It’s A Trap!

Even more time had passed. Bridge, Sky, and Syd had moved up in rank since their unfortunate run-in with A-Squad and had gained a certain level of respect at the academy. Sky was the de-facto leader of B-Squad with Bridge as his second in command; Syd was third. A-Squad had gone on missions of all sorts, but nothing they couldn’t handle; none of them had been of any major importance.

But still the thought lingered in the back of their minds. The Helix Nebula was the location Gruumm wanted them to go to – but why? For what? There had to be a reason, even if they didn’t know exactly what it was yet. A-Squad was lounging around the rec room yet again when they heard Commander Cruger’s voice echo over the PA system of the Delta Command Base.

“A-Squad, report to Command Center!”

Charlie stopped punching the punching bag in front of her (Beevor slunk out from behind the bag), Cliff calmly got up and said nothing, Ivan followed the Commander’s orders without hesitation, and Rachel zipped her uniform top up. The sudden gust of wind created by the zipping left her nipples visibly sticking out through the cloth top. A-Squad ran to the Command Center; it was awash in blue light as always.

“We’ll need you morphed for this,” Cruger said, “I can’t have the lower cadets know just how important you are. MORPH!”
“Why?” Ivan asked, “Couldn’t we hear the message without morphing?”
“I said MORPH!” roared Cruger. A-Squad followed his orders and did so. They held their guns out strongly as Cruger paced back and forth across the room. He had no real idea what he was saying, nor did A-Squad.

Cruger was known for giving these kinds of time-filling speeches.

“And have B-Squad get in here!” Cruger reported, “Now, then…” he turned to the Space-helmeted, gun-wielding, somewhat menacing looking five before him.

“Listen, A-Squad, preparation is the key to any tactical defense…”

“Do you know why he’s saying all this?” Beevor whispered aside to Charlie.
“It’s beyond me, Smith,” Charlie whispered back, “We’ve known this from the day we were recruited.”
“Shut up and listen to the Commander,” said a peeved Ivan.

“Report to Delta Airbase for last-minute simulation instruction; Earth depends on you. Dismissed! Good luck, A-Squad.” A-Squad hut-hutted out the door with Charlie leading the way; Cliff would’ve asked why they were doing this, but he felt it wasn’t the time to ask. They passed by Carson, Drew, and Tate on their way out.

“Attention!” Sky said as he, Bridge, and Syd backed up. Rachel’s butt hit Bridge’s hand and knocked his glove off. Bridge used his psychic senses to read the A-Squad. He didn’t know that Rachel had, unconsciously or not, wanted that to happen. She felt the psychic energy wash over her body as she raced down the hallway.

It was like taking a warm bath that cleansed you to your soul. Whoever you truly were came out in the open – it made you feel relaxed. Rachel had Bridge’s energy strike her in her waist and the feeling was intensified. “Read me, Carson!” she thought to herself, “Read me all night! When we get back from this Gruumm thing, I am SO asking the Commander to let me train with you.” The rest had been read, but only Rachel truly enjoyed it.

“That is who I want to be,” Sky said, “I’m going to be the Red Ranger.” Charlie heard this.

“SHUT UP, Tate,” she thought, “You say that every freakin’ day. Yes, I know your daddy was Red, and I know you want to be Red, but get used to it! I’m here, I’m female, and I’m Red – and I can probably kick your ass from here to Triforia if you complain to me about it again.”

“Geez, did you see the size of them?” Syd said, “Even the girls are massive.”

“I’m NOT a girl!” Ivan whispered among his fellow cadets.
“Take it as a compliment,” Beevor said, “She thinks you’re massive.”
“She also thinks I’m a girl!” Ivan roared.
“Well, I know I appreciate the compliment,” Rachel said, “and the girls are all natural. It’s my style.”
“I’d expect no less from you, Rachel,” Charlie commented, “A girl’s gotta love her body.”
“I’m NOT A GIRL!” said Ivan.
“HUSH, LANE!” Charlie shouted.

“What’s wrong, Bridge?” Syd asked.
“I don’t know,” Bridge rambled, “Their energy, their colors…something’s off.”

“I told you they thought I was a girl!” Ivan said.
“He’s onto us…” Beevor whispered, “Sometimes when I cough it’s still purple. It’s like I took a trip to India and puffed one too many hookahs.”
“Houkas?” asked Cliff.
“No,” Beevor said, “You know…”
“I erased my memories of the mission to India,” Ivan said, “It’s why I’m never wearing baggy silk pants again. THANK YOU, Smith.”
“Miss Drew did say you’re massive…” Beevor nodded.
“Oh, hush up, the lot of you!” Charlie screamed.

A-Squad reported to the Delta Airbase and found their familiar black airship waiting. They climbed in. Charlie steered, Rachel and Ivan sat behind her, and Beevor and Cliff were relegated to the back. Cliff spoke up as soon as he was buckled in and prepared for takeoff.

“If I didn’ know better,” he said, “You puttin’ them ahead of us.”
“Well, yes, I am,” Charlie said bluntly, “Rachel and Ivan have…closer…relationships with me.”
“I thought leaders weren’t supposed to play favorites,” Beevor whispered.
“Smith, say something like that again, and you’re fired,” Charlie replied.
“Yes, ma’am,” Beevor and Cliff sighed.

The A-Squad ship took off from the Delta Airbase and launched to the scene of the crime. It darted across the horizon to a deserted part of the Abandoned Warehouse District. A-Squad was already morphed, but upon seeing the criminal they performed their roll call. It just felt like the moment to do so.

“1! Seeking out the scourge of the universe!”
“2! Searching for the mysterious things!”
“3! Using the future’s technology!”
“4! To serve and protect the galaxy!”
“5! Takin’ you down hard and fast!”
“Space Patrol Delta! Defenders of the Galaxy!”

The criminal in question was a blue-skinned, shark-like alien known as “Bruce”. Bruce was a reject from Aquitar who had turned to a life of crime to make up for his shortcomings in life. Considering he was a wanted man on five planets the odds were that his stint on Earth would meet with the same level of success. The A-Squad charged ahead to conquer Bruce.

Cliff deftly leapt on top of a mountain of cardboard boxes and unleashed a stream of gunshots from his Custom Firearm. Bruce opened his mouth and doused out the bullets with a shield of water, but he didn’t expect a fellow aquatic creature to do him in. Beevor leapt out from a vat of ice-cold water off to the side and hit Bruce in the back with a flying kick.

“What was that for?” Bruce asked, “I didn’t do nothin’!”
“That?” Beevor said, “That was just a warm-up. Now THIS…”

Beevor dropped his helmet and bit down on the shark. Bruce screamed a watery scream, but he elbowed the Odebenid away from him and continued fighting. Bruce used the claws on his hands to slash Ivan, but Ivan blocked with his Custom Firearm. He pistol-whipped Bruce across the head and sent him flying into a pile of crates resting inside the warehouse.

“Hold still,” Beevor said, “This won’t hurt a bit.” Beevor lowered his helmet again and roared. Ice breath surged from his mouth and left the doused creature frozen as an ice sculpture. Charlie turned to her comrade in blue and asked confusedly “Since when could you do that?” “Since always,” Beevor replied, “It’s a native skill to people of my planet – I just haven’t had the chance to use it yet.”

“Twin Angels, ready to rock!” said Charlie and Rachel in unison. They were the last two Bruce had to face before he could escape. Bruce sent out double streams of water, but Rachel and Charlie thrust their chests out and absorbed the blast. Red-and-pink lights spiraled around them, and when Bruce looked up he saw the two standing before him.

Their SPD uniforms were drenched and their hair was wet, but their Custom Firearms were still held firmly in their grip. They hadn’t taken a single blow of damage from his waterspouts. “So long, Bruce,” Charlie said, “Double-team, Rachel?”
“Not until tonight,” Rachel interjected.
“I mean WITH Bruce.”
“With the guns?”
“Yes.”
“Kinky.”
“I mean NOW!”
“Right.”
“FIRE!”

Two laserbeams, one red, one pink, flew through the air and knocked Bruce onto the streets. The shark took out a small, cylindrical-ish device and unfolded the bat wings on it. The clear cylinder at the top blinked red; Bruce had a direct line to the universe’s most famous and notorious dealer of arms – Broodwing.

“A little help, Broody?” he asked.
“Here is where the real fun starts,” Broodwing said menacingly. He pressed a button on a spherical device and sent a large blue robot armed with two guns rising from the streets.
“Thanks, Broodwing,” Bruce said, “I appreciate the help.”
“And I appreciate the payment,” replied the bat in turn, “Use it well.”

Bruce leapt unnaturally high and landed in the cockpit. He taunted the newly-assembled B-Squad below him and launched rounds of blue lasers at them. Sky, now the B-Squad Blue Ranger, requested the Delta Runners for backup, but little did he know that things had tkane a different turn shortly before that.

In the warehouse where the battle with Bruce had taken place the A-Squad Red and Pink Rangers had already remorphed. Charlie opened her black-and-silver Delta Morpher and got on the line with her Commander. Bruce’s robot was a problem of the utmost urgency.

“The shark, he has jumped,” Charlie said, “We’ll need the Megazord.”
“We’re sorry, but after your mission to Centauri Prime the SWAT Megazord is in for repairs,” Cruger said, “Do you think you can do with the Delta Squad Megazord?”

“I’m not using that thing!” Ivan complained, “It wasn’t built for me, and I’m not going to pilot it! My Zord’s only weapon is a SEARCHLIGHT! That’s not useful at all!”

“Shut up, Lane,” Cruger said, “You’re using the Delta Squad Megazord and you’re going to like it.”
“Okay, sir!” the five saluted.

The five vehicles (well, four vehicles and one helicopter) rolled and flew forward. A-Squad leapt into the controls, formed the Delta Squad Megazord, and found Bruce approved for confinement all without breaking a sweat. They noticed B-Squad on the ground and decided to show off some more.

“FIRE!” spoke the A-Squad in unison. The Delta Squad Megazord’s gun went off and sent Bruce’s shark-like robot into an explosion of smoke and flames. A small card containing Bruce himself dropped onto the ground. They would retrieve it later. A-Squad departed from their mecha and went back to the SPD Base. Just before they opened the door they heard Omni’s voice echo in their heads.

“The time…is…NOW!”
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Code 5. Only Charlie was certain of what Code 5 detailed, but she knew it was bad nonetheless. The five members of A-Squad reported to the Command Center weeks later. Time had passed, and it showed. A-Squad was being praised, but B-Squad was receiving just as much. News was quickly spreading of Carson, Drew, and Tate’s promotion in addition to the new recruits Jack Landors and Elizabeth “Z” Delgado. The day of the Code 5 was the day Omni had been waiting for all these years.

“A-Squad, reporting,” Charlie said as she and her teammates marched into the Command Center.
“Good,” Cruger said, “The Helix Nebula is under attack. Gruumm’s ships are fast approaching the desolate, uninhabited planet of Kwa’ree. We have outposts in the Helix Nebula, and Kwa’ree, while nothing more than a buffer planet, is where you must go. If Gruumm breaks through its defenses than he could easily take the rest of the Nebula.”

“Why are you sending us?” Cliff asked.
“Yeah, why us?” Beevor added.

“Because,” Cruger said confidently, “You’re the best and the brightest, so we’re sending you to stop the attack. You’ve handled Gruumm’s forces before and you can do it now. Kwa’ree is counting on you. I think that should be all. So, any questions?”

Ivan raised his hand.
“Yes, Cadet Lane?”
“You usually send US out for missions,” Ivan said, “So won’t that leave the Earth…well…defenseless?”
“I have a Plan B,” Cruger replied and winked, “Plan B-Squad.”
“B-SQUAD?!” the five A-Squadders said in unison and in shock.
“Yes, B-Squad,” Cruger said, “I can trust them.”

“Landors, Tate, Carson, Delgado and Drew?” Rachel asked, “Please. Charlie, Ivana, and I have spent time with them. Those nobodies couldn’t defend the Earth if it had a forcefield around it.”

“Well, they’re going to,” Cruger roared, “So you go to the Helix Nebula and stop Gruumm! Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir! SPD, Emergency!”

A-Squad morphed, hut-hutted out, loaded onto the ship in the Delta Airbase, and set off for the Helix Nebula. Somewhere far away, a giant brain and a ruthless skeletal Emperor were laughing gleefully. Their years of waiting and planning were about to come to fruition.
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“Beevor, can you tell us ANYTHING about Kwa’ree?” Charlie asked, “Anything at all?”
“It’s very much like Geo-Theta, except the rocks taste terrible,” Beevor said, “I don’t know why Gruumm would be attacking it.”
“Guess we’ll find out when we get there,” Charlie answered.
Ivan sighed, “I’m bored. Rachel, can you lighten things up, PLEASE?”
Rachel also sighed, “Fine,” she looked at Beevor, “Let me take a look at you.”

Rachel began feeling over Beevor until her fist fell into something on top of his head. Rachel lifted her hand out and leaned her face closer to Beevor’s. “That’s a very interesting blowhole,” she said, “I like it.”

“Well, that’s just its name, not what it…” Beevor started to explain. His explanation was cut off when Rachel took a deep breath and blew into the blowhole. Beevor let out an unintelligible gargling sound that Charlie turned around to observe. She sighed and spoke to Cadet Smith.

“Smith, tell Rachel to look around your waist,” Charlie said, “I can tell she’s making life difficult for you.”
“That…barely…” Beevor squeaked out, “…begins to…DESCRIBE IT!”
“Oh, you want me to go LOWER?” Rachel said, “Got it.” Rachel took her mouth off Beevor’s blowhole and slid under his seat. She pulled down his pants and began looking for something she could use to satisfy the Odebenid.

“What kind of sealife ARE you?” Cliff asked, “You’ve got tusks, fins, a blowhole, and I think I’ve seen claws on you when you get peeved. Does your species take after ANY form of sea creature?”

“He also has tentacles,” Rachel said, “Sexy.”
“Ah, that one,” Beevor sighed, “So, what do you human females want with that?”
“Let me do the work, Hoji,” Rachel sighed, “You just lie back and…” she licked her lips seductively, “relax.”

The trip went much quicker after that. Ivan was in the ship’s bathroom throwing up for some time after they actually landed on Kwa’ree, though. The sight would leave him scarred for a good while to come. Cliff had seen worse, and Charlie knew how Rachel worked. Beevor had just had the best flight of his life.
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Kwa’ree was a small planet, about the size of Earth’s moon, on the outer edges of the Helix Nebula. A-Squad’s ship landed and saw nobody on the planet. Nobody, no person, not a single soul; Charlie ran a thermal scan with her helmet. “There’s somebody here,” she said. The A-Cycle and A-Tank were called for. The five drove down into the deep valley below and looked for the person Charlie had spotted from a distance.

Beevor whooped as the A-Tank sped down the cliff side towards the center of the barren valley. A-Squad stepped out and powered down. They pointed their guns at the creature only to see that it was a girl. And not just any girl, it was a young girl at that. She had brownish-blonde hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a pair of sunglasses with a black dress. A worn-down doll was in her arms.

“Who’s the child?” Beevor asked, “Are you a Bluehead in disguise?”
“Not even close,” mocked the child in an accent close to British, “Although…I COULD send some Blueheads to attack you if you want.”
“Never mind,” Beevor said nervously.
“Power down,” Charlie commanded. A-Squad dropped their Ranger forms but held their SPD Blasters just in case.

“Who ARE you?” Charlie asked, “State your name.”
“You first,” said the girl.
“Tell us,” Charlie said through gritted teeth.
“Nuh-uh, YOU tell,” mocked the girl.
“I am an officer of the law!” Charlie ranted.
“I’m a little girl,” teased the child.

“Fine,” Charlie said, “Present identification. Charlie Haywood.”
“Muy…Beevor.”
“Cliff Jones, y’all – represent.”
“Ivan Lane.”
“Rachel Motohime.”
“Now who are you?” Charlie asked.

“You can call me Mora,” the girl said, “and this is my dolly, Cindy Sunshine.”
“Why should we have any reason to fear you?” Cliff asked, “Now run along back to your village, little girl. This is a dangerous place to be.”
“I know that,” Mora said, “I’m with the one leading the invasion. Emperor Gruumm sent me.”

“She’s evil!” shouted Ivan, “Power up!”
“Not yet,” Rachel said, “Maybe she’s trying to trick us.”
“We could just…” Beevor never got to say his suggestion. A-Squad’s eyes glowed purple and Omni’s voice resonated in their brains.

“You five are slacking off! Do what Mora tells you and meet with Gruumm! Make it look as though you’re dead…destroyed…captured…any one of those! And make sure it looks good! I’m putting a lot of credits into this, and I want a top-quality production! Obey Mora, clear?”

“Clear,” responded A-Squad before they snapped from their stupor.

Mora passed out scripts to A-Squad.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” she said cheekily.

Chairs were set up, lights were lit, and the A-Tank became a makeshift trailer. Mora was the director and A-Squad was the cast. Blueheads, Orangeheads, and Krybots were to play the antagonists along with background extras. Beevor stormed out of the A-Tank and pointed his copy of the script in Mora’s face. He was perturbed at something.

“Miss Mora,” he began, “My part’s not big enough. Where’s me valiantly defending myself against the Krybots and dying a heroic death? The Beevor deserves to go as he deserves to go!”

“Stick with your part, Hoji,” Mora said pointedly, “Nobody cares about you, or Ivana, or Rachel or Cliff. That’s why Charles is the only one getting lines, direction, and a voice role.”
“That explains why my script only says ‘Grunting noises and fighting. Collapse.’.”
“Yes, and you’ll follow it to the letter,” Mora grinned, “We film in ten.”

The Krybots were set into place, Mora took a seat in the director’s chair, and A-Squad armored up. Director Mora picked up a microphone and yelled to her cast. “Boys to the left; girls to the right! I want everybody in place for this decoy film! It’s going to be Gruumm’s greatest production yet!” She pointed to two sides of the rock quarry. A-Squad morphed and took their places.

Charlie and Rachel stood side-by-side in their “Twin Angel” pose while Ivan, Beevor and Cliff lined up single-file. Mora pouted and asked the five to group together. She pointed her finger at Charlie and Ivan. They were the problem. “What is with you? I said GUYS to the right, GIRLS to the left. You heard me! Switch places you two!” Charlie leaned down towards Mora.

“Listen, Mora…” Charlie covered the mouthpiece on her helmet. She realized that within the suit her voice sounded…manly. As long as she was like this there was no way she could convince Mora otherwise. Charlie sighed, did a high-five with Rachel, and walked over to the boys. Ivan switched sides to be with Rachel. He wasn’t too pleased about the development.

“We go on in 5…” Mora began to count down, “4…3…2…1…Lights! Camera! ACTION!” Mora snapped her fingers, a Bluehead manned a camera, and A-Squad rushed into battle. The director girl teleported out of the way; with that the mov…battle had begun. Charlie stood at her end of the planet Kwa’ree and called out to the A-Squad.

“We refuse to let Gruumm take the Helix Nebula! A-Squad, move out!” Charlie ran ahead shooting bullets from her Custom Firearm so fast they could barely be seen. Krybots fell down from the gunfire, but more rose up to defend the small, unimportant planet. Beevor jumped into the air and swung his Custom Firearm at the Blueheads in the crowd. Some of them fell to the ground, but two rushed to the walrus’ sides and grabbed him by the arms.

“If I go down, Charlie,” he said melodramatically, “Tell mama I went down as a hero!” He let out a gargling scream. Beevor was thrown aside to a mattress hidden in the rocky cliff walls and waited for the rest to finish their parts. This meeting with Emperor Gruumm was important. The voices in his head had told him so.

Cliff and Ivan stood back-to-back on the battlefield. They had their Custom Firearms out; a maelstrom of bullets and smoke was fired in the general direction of the Krybots. A squadron of Blueheads ran out of the mist and pointed their arm-zappers at the unlikely duo. Cliff and Ivan were hit in the chest and collapsed to the ground. Some distance away Rachel ran up behind her field leader.

“Charlie,” she said, “We’ve lost Beevor, Cliff, and Ivan. This isn’t good.”
“We must…” Charlie looked to see an Orangehead holding a cue card, “…contact the base.” The Bluehead at the camera set the film within rolling and activated the uplink to Earth. Charlie got into a panicked position that made the carnage behind her all too obvious.

“Come in SPD!” Charlie said, “Come in, SPD! We’ve been overrun, it’s a trap! We’re receiving heavy damage! Our coordinates are 5…” Charlie stopped and caught her breath. The Bluehead informed her film in the camera had run out, but it would be more than enough for a decoy video. The video signal was sent to Earth. That would be the last message A-Squad would send to Earth for some time to come.

The five regrouped and powered down.
“So the video’s done with,” Cliff said, “What next?”
“It was fun,” Rachel said as she brushed her hair aside, “I always wanted to be a movie star.”
“We’ve distracted Commander Cruger,” Ivan stated, “Made him think we’ve been eliminated. Now we just need to meet with Gruumm and our lives can go on as usual.”
“I should win an Oscar, I should!” said Beevor proudly.
“Don’t look now,” said Charlie robotically. Her eyes, along with the others’, were glowing purple, “but I think our ride is here.”

The Terror, Gruumm’s menacing ship, flew overhead. It passed above the A-Squad and sent a greenish-orange beam around them. A-Squad lifted into the air and vanished. Only the ruins of the desolate decoy planet Kwa’ree remained below. The A-Tank, A-Cycle, and A-Squad Spacecraft vanished from the area. They too had been brought aboard.

They didn’t know why they had been asked to do this.
They didn’t know how it had happened.
All they knew is that this is the way things were supposed to be.

A-Squad walked aboard Gruumm’s ship.
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On the next (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad

Gruumm, Mora and Broodwing call in A-Squad for a conference to decide what their fate will be. Broodwing gives up a good portion of his funding to force A-Squad to stay onboard, and Omni’s influence is lost. It’s Charlie, Rachel, Cliff, Ivan and Beevor versus Dru, Shorty, Devastation, Benagg and Icthior in THE MOST INTENSE and ONLY BOARDROOM in the ENTIRE FIC!

The A-pprentices

[GreenNinja]

Now with interactive Sentai music feature!
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The A-pprentices

“My name is Emperor Gruumm Revolto. I want to take over the galaxy, but since my army consists of me, a little girl, an arms dealer, and rented robots, my chances of victory are slim. When I conquer Earth I’ll bring it to a new world order – one where I am a subordinate ruler to an even greater entity and am wearing one of those spiffy SPD High Command Jackets. It makes me look suave, and pretty darn good.

“This is why I have chosen two teams of villains from different ends of the universe to help me with this task. We’ll have a high-octane talking session to work things out, and from there, only one team will help me on my quest towards world domnination. They will be…

“The Apprenti!”

“So, how did that sound?” asked Emperor Gruumm of Mora, “We go live on galactic TV in one hour. I want to look good for this – it’s not every day that a new evil apprentice is announced galaxy-wide. The ratings for this will be ASTOUNDING!”

“Considering filming is complete on the A-Squad decoy video I’d say we’re good to go,” Mora stated, “Roll the theme song.”

“Kuro no Kikoushi” (http://www.freewebs.com/spdasquad/kuronokikoushi.htm) played against images of Gruumm’s ship, Malandia exploding, the Helix Nebula, Gruumm’s ship, Gruumm walking forward menacingly, Malandia exploding, Broodwing holding out his personal communication device, Malandia exploding, a cleverly edited back-to-back shot of Morgana and Mora, and Malandia exploding. The ten candidates’ names flashed in a skeletal font on top of their pictures.

A-Squad
Charlie
Beevor
Cliff
Ivan
Rachel

Go Team Evil!
Benagg
Icthior
Dru
Shorty
Devastation

Gruumm’s eyes lighting up finished the grandiose opening sequence. Across the universe villains and future supervillians were tuning in to see who Gruumm would pick to lead his elite team. Gruumm entered into a room of his ship that he would use once and never use again. It was a wide room with a wide table. His throne was at the table’s center with Mora sitting to his right and Broodwing to his left. Ten chairs were lined up in front of him.

“Let them in!” Gruumm roared.

The door opened as the five A-Squad Rangers, still brainless and in their cadet uniforms, walked in and took a seat at the left side of the table. The next five looked strange compared to the earthbound A-Squad with the sole exception of Beevor. The first was a black-armored, green-skinned humanoid with a red cyborg eye. He went by the name of General Benagg.

The second member was a fish-type alien with a fish-headed Saber, not at all unlike Cruger’s own Shadow Saber, named Icthior. Coming behind him were the boxer and the swordsman; the brothers Shorty and Devastation. The last member of Go Team Evil! was humanoid, save for the bumps on his head. Black light surrounded him as he transformed into a monsterish state. He was Dru of the Tangerians – the only remotely humanoid member of the villainy squad. When A-Squad and Go Team Evil were set Gruumm walked into the room and took a seat on his throne.

“I’ve seen your work,” he said, “All of you! For starters, let’s have the leaders say why I should pick them. I want good reasons, mind you. I’m a very careful Evil Overlord when it comes to these matters.”

“There is so much you do not know, Emperor Gruumm,” said Benagg, “My weaponry, my secrets…all of it! So much you do not know! I’m also the perfect man for kidnapping missions. I can do a lot with these arm attachments, you know. And that’s why you should pick me.”

“I like it,” Gruumm mused, “Charlie?”

“All hail the Magnificence…” Charlie droned. Gruumm banged himself on his head with his staff. “I knew I forgot to do something!” he thought, “BE FREED FROM OMNI’S GRASP!” Gruumm pointed his light-up staff at A-Squad and sent orange sparks coursing across their bodies. Beevor had to take the most sparks before Gruumm’s desired effect finally happened.

A-Squad flopped back onto their chairs. Their mouths opened as purple smoke shot out from every orifice it could. The smoke-and-light show went on for two minutes or so before A-Squad finally regained conciousness. Beevor still had smoke shooting from his blowhole, but he was able to see what was going on.

“My head…” Ivan groaned, “I feel like I’ve been on a high for the past few…years.”
“To finally be awake again,” Beevor sighed, “I like it.”
“Has anyone noticed we onboard Gruumm’s ship?” Cliff said.
“He’s right,” Rachel said, “Let’s take him, Charlie.”
“Just what I was about to say,” Charlie answered, “Change Standby!”

A-Squad jumped onto the table and pulled out their Delta Morphers from behind their backs. Charlie led the charge, as always; Rachel and Ian were nearby and Cliff and Beevor became the bookends of the A-Squad five.

“SPD!” A-Squad held out their Delta Morphers in Change Mode and pressed down on the button atop the morpher, “Emergency!” The covers flipped open, but Gruumm had another plan. He held out his staff yet again and zapped the police badges that shone whenever they activated their transformation. Sparks jumped across the Delta Morphers.

A-Squad dropped the sparking devices from their hands and collapsed onto the table. The Delta Morphers dropped beside them and exploded in small bursts of smoke in their color. They were nothing more than lifeless hunks of metal now. Five colored spirals of energy rose from the broken morphers and struck their respective members of A-Squad in the chest. A-Squad stood up, regained control of their bodies, and sat down I their seats.

“What did you do to us?” Rachel panted.
“It’s nothing much,” Mora said, “We just fused your powers with your bodies.”
“You did WHAT?!” Charlie roared.
“Your Delta Morphers are useless now,” Broodwing explained, “Omni’s influence over you has been expelled. We did this so you can make deals with us in your conscious state, but we still have something keeping you,” he rubbed his fingers together, “on OUR side.”

“So, Charlie, why should I hire you?” Gruumm asked.
“I’ll tell you why,” Charlie said, “I’m a Red Ranger – that means I can kick your ass to Triforia and back. And if I may ask my partner and friend Rachel to present the next reason,” Rachel stood up and unzipped her uniform top. Her breasts, with their almond-brown centers, fell out. The three Big Bads in front of her were shocked. Charlie stood up and pointed to Rachel’s assets.

“These,” she said, “I’m a girl. You can’t resist their hypnotizing power. Keep it open, Rachel.”
“Will do,” Rachel saluted as Charlie sat down.
“So, what do you say?” Charlie asked.

“Very convincing,” Gruumm said as he stroked his boney chin, “On with the next round of questioning.” Gruumm looked at Beevor and Icthior. He decided to question the fish first. “Tell me, Icthior…” grumbled the skeleton, “what are your special talents? What can you add to my army that it doesn’t already have?”

“This,” said Icthior as he drew his Ocean Saber, “It’s a Saber from one of the early SPD Academies – the Ocean Saber. My special technique is the…” he found Gruumm holding his staff to his face. Water was starting to gather around the Ocean Saber’s blade, but Icthior called the attack off for obvious reasons.

“I have fought against the Shadow Saber,” Gruumm said, “That cut off my horn – and it has the power of FIRE! Fire HURTS! Water just gets you wet! That’s not useful at all! Icthior…” Gruumm pointed the end of his staff at Icthior’s face, “YOU’RE…” he growled as the staff launched a sphere of electricity and energy that sent Icthior flying out the door, “FIRED!”

The Boardroom was down to nine people…four people and five aliens.

“So, Smith, Icky’s gone, but what can you offer me?” Gruumm asked.
“Halitosis, vampirism, and the finest set of tusks this side of the Milky Way,” Beevor said proudly, “and that Custom Firearm thing.”
“You’re in,” Gruumm said simply, “Moving on.” He turned his attention at Dru and Cliff.

“Which one of you is least trustworthy?” Gruumm questioned.
“I’d sell out my best friend for money and try to kill him,” Dru stated, “and I’ve got good shooting skills with one of those SPD Blaster thingies.”
“I’ve got BETTER shooting skills,” Cliff said, “No more.”

Cliff was whispering something under his breath. Dru was wincing for no reason and grabbing his crotch from pain. He raised his one free hand and looked at Gruumm. “I…can’t be in your army now,” he whimpered, “the PAIN is too much.” Dru, hunched over, walked out of Gruumm’s boardroom and sat down on a bench-like structure beside Icthior.

Eight remained.

“What do you want to happen to your enemies?” Gruumm asked, “I would prefer to see them left beaten, confused, and praising me like the ruler of the galaxy I a…will be. Devastation, Ivan, answer as you please. Whoever doesn’t answer correctly will be FRIED! I mean FIRED!”

“I want them to marinate,” Devastation said like a pro wrestler calling his enemies out, “in FEAR!” Gruumm would’ve arched an eyebrow if he had eyebrows. He turned his head at Ivan Lane, the disgruntled cadet with something to prove. Ivan looked ready to punch Gruumm’s light-up eyes out when he turned his head in his direction.

“I’ll tell you what I want,” Ivan said, “I want to be KING! To let people know that I am a MAN! They can mock me all they want…they can joke about my being the Yellow Ranger…but my manliness shall be proven to the world once and for all. I’m getting SICK of it!”

“I like that answer,” Gruumm said, “Devastation, you’re NOT fired, but work on your answer. ‘Marinate in fear!’ sounds so…silly. Make yourself a supervillian for Zordon’s sake.”

Gruumm looked to Shorty and Rachel for the last round of questions. One was a boxing-type goblin and the other a SPD Harlot with her assets hanging out. Gruumm looked at the rather ugly Shorty, at Rachel’s chest, at Shorty napping on the boardroom table, and at Rachel. He pointed his staff at Benagg, Shorty, and Devastation.

“You three are not fried…fired…but I will consider you as backup forces. For now, it’s all about the A-Squad! LATER!” Gruumm sent a greenish-orange beam at the three and zapped them back to the planets from whence they came. Icthior and Dru vanished in the lobby, but not before being handed complimentary Broodwing Phones on the way out. Gruumm turned to A-Squad.

“A-Squad, after careful deliberation…” Rachel cupped her hands on the underside of her breasts and shook them. Gruumm’s head did the same. “You’re HIRED!” Confetti rained down from the ceiling and Rachel zipped her top back up. Gruumm looked at A-Squad and saw their burned Delta Morphers still on the table.

“Sorry about that,” Gruumm said, “but take these. You’ve been hired by me.” He zapped five devices into their hands. They were of the same model the Bluehead who spotted them on Geo-Theta had used long ago. Gruumm stated these were the “Gruummunicators. They give you a direct line to me and allow you to better channel your Morphing Power, which, by the way, can now be accessed by saying ‘A-Squad!’ whenever and wherever.”

“Listen here, bonehead,” Charlie said, “We don’t know why you’ve hired us, but we ain’t complaining. Cruger’s screwed us over one too many times, and Omni seems to know what he’s doing. We just want ONE THING from you.”

“Name it and I can provide,” Gruumm said, “What do you want?”
“Money,” said Charlie pointedly.
“Money,” stated Cliff as he pounded his fist into his hand.
“Masculinity!” shouted Ivan, “And money!”
“Money!” Rachel screamed.
“Anchovies!” Beevor gargled, “But the money works too.”
“How MUCH money?” questioned Gruumm.

“We can give them each 10,000 credits, if I calculate correctly,” said Mora from her chair, “that’s if we pay them on a weekly basis. It won’t cut into our expenses too much. Galaxy conquering is a very lucrative business if done correctly, and we’ve done it correctly.”

“10,000 credits…” said Beevor, “That’s…that’s…”
“Perfect,” Charlie said, “Count us aboard, Gruumm.”
“So, where do we stay?” Ivan asked, “We can’t go back to Earth.”
“There’s a spare room in the back,” Gruumm said, “Use that.”
“Thanks, love,” Rachel winked.
“Appreciate the sentiment,” Cliff spoke calmly.

A-Squad placed their Gruummunicators where their Delta Morphers once were and reported to their rooms. As they left they could almost swear Broodwing was staring at them. They didn’t know his thoughts – and deadly thoughts they were. When A-Squad, Gruumm and Mora had left the room, Broodwing turned to Gruumm’s empty throne and whispered.

“I’ll remember this, Gruumm,” he said, “For taking my funding, my rewards, my profits away from me…you shall not live to see another day. For now I’ll play with the game, go with the flow, and make everything appear normal. But when that day comes you will know the wrath of BROODWING!”
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A-Squad had five rooms set up for them at the end of the hall. Each room was rather like Gruumm’s throne room, except with a skeletal-looking bed in the corner. Charlie, being the leader, got the center and largest room. Everyone else chose a room at random. It was revealed that every one of the five rooms had something unique about it. Whether these would be good things or not had yet to be decided.

Beevor got a waterbed and a miniature lagoon in his quarters. Cliff’s was lit by natural torchlight. Charlie’s room was large in size and the only one with carpeting. Rachel had a vibrating bed and a mysterious chest of drawers. Ivan’s was the only room with a closet – a closet he dared not to open. A-Squad settled into bed for the night as Gruumm’s ship made its rounds across the universe.
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Sometime after A-Squad had accommodated to life on the Terror, at 12:00 AM, Earth time, Rachel, in spite of her very refreshing vibrating bed, couldn’t sleep. Her mind kept drifting. She had heard Ivan’s plea and reason for turning evil and had to do something to rest his tired mind. Rachel crept out of her room and into the dark ship corridors. She silently slunk to Ivan’s room – which, in truth, wasn’t that far from her own.

Ivan was lying in his bed thrashing about as if he was having bad dreams. Rachel leaned in and heard what he was saying. “No, I’m sorry, Commander! I didn’t mean it! He…he had us brainwashed! Please, don’t fire me! You can’t fire me! The Lane family has contributed to SPD for years! Don’t throw me out! I want to…” Ivan opened his eyes to find Rachel above him on all fours.

“RACHEL?!” he asked, “What are you doing here?”
“I came to help you sleep,” she said foxily, “if you know what I mean.”
“You came to help me sleep by waking me up?” Ivan asked.
“That’s NOT what I meant,” Rachel said angrily, “Now, stay still. This should only take a few minutes.”

Rachel tossed off Ivan’s crudely-made covers to reveal that he was still sleeping in his A-Squad uniform. All of them were. They didn’t have a change of clothes available. Rachel reached about her person for hers and Ivan’s Gruummunicators and turned them off. The communication devices landed face-down on the ground near the mystery closet.

“What do you think you’re doing to me?” ranted Ivan.
“You wanted people to recognize you as a man, Ivana,” Rachel blurted, “I…I mean, Ivan. I’m here to do just that.”
“You serious?”
“Totally serious.”

Rachel reached for the top of Ivan’s A-Squad uniform and tossed it aside to reveal a yellow SPD training shirt underneath. She did the same with her uniform to reveal nothing underneath. She also yanked off Ivan’s training shirt and threw it to the ground. Charlie was starting to stir in her quarters nearby.

Rachel pulled down Ivan’s pants and looked down below. “Oh, you’re definitely a man,” she said. Rachel lowered her mouth to the waiting appendage. Ivan was completely shocked and yet somewhat satisfied. What she didn’t know is that Charlie was awake…and her Gruummunicator was still on.

Rachel’s face wasn’t even visible now, and Ivan was sitting up in shock. Rachel lifted her head, winked, and lowered herself onto the bed again. “Pink and Yellow always do make such a perfect pair,” she said, “now let me get back,” she giggled and removed her uniform pants, “to work.” Ivan decided, at last, to go along with this. He could almost feel the bed moving at breakneck speed as it moved in harmony with the massive ship it was placed upon.

Charlie was walking the hallways outside. She leaned her ear to Ivan’s room and heard moaning, grunting, and the sound of Rachel’s giggling within. She’d know that laugh anywhere. Charlie walked to the orange door and saw it slide out of the way. She slowly crept in, turned the corner, and had her mouth drop wide open in awe and shock. The sight was unbelievable, yet incredibly plausible at the same time.

Rachel was sitting on top of Ivan’s groin – Charlie couldn’t tell what was being put into where – and appeared to be enjoying herself. Both of them turned their heads and became flushed when Rachel entered. There was no possible way to say “this isn’t it what it looks like” and have the girl in red believe it. Charlie rubbed her eyes to ensure that this was really happening.

“Rachel? Ivan?” she queried tiredly, “The SPD Handbook says something against dating between Squad members. I’ll have to get it out and see which section it is. Section 6, Subsection 3, I think.”

“Screw SPD!” Rachel exclaimed.
“Like you haven’t already…” Charlie whispered under her breath.
“What?” Ivan asked from his unusual position, “You’re denying the handbook?”
Rachel climbed off Ivan and stood up. After checking that she was still in one piece she neared Charlie and snatched her Gruummunicator.

“We’ve left,” Rachel said strongly, “We’re no longer a part of SPD. The only signs remaining are these uniforms, and even that’s pushing it. Our Delta Morphers are fried, the Gruummunicators are safely around our belts, and we’re miles away from Earth on a massive ship. I say we forget the handbook. We now play by the rules of the dark side, and if what I know is true, the dark side has no rules. Take that and put it in your handbook, Haywood.”

Charlie stood shocked. Her subordinate had just told her to forget everything she’d come to know in SPD. And yet, a part of Charlie wanted to go further with this development. In her days before A-Squad she had always been more of a vigilante than an officer, and a chance to go back to those roots was something that she’d been wanting in the back of her mind for a long time now. Charlie turned to Rachel and whispered a semi-sweet something in her ear.

“Let’s do this.”
“Wha-?” Rachel whispered.
“Let’s give being evil a try,” Charlie said, “and put your clothes on, Motohime.”

Rachel and Ivan changed into their A-Squad uniforms; Rachel handed Charlie her Gruummunicator back. Just when A-Pink had finished pulling her pants back up over her backside Charlie’s Gruummunicator began to beep. Charlie waved her hand over the two spikes at the end and saw Emperor Gruuumm’s face within. His skeletal jaw was dropped in shock and his eyes were blinking on and off like a strobe light. None of them had any clue why he was like this.

“YOWZA!” Gruumm exclaimed, “I didn’t know such things went on with you humans behind the scenes. I am quite surprised you did not join in on their mating ritual, Haywood. You seem to be the one with the best genes of A-Squad,” Charlie blushed from the compliment. Her face also could’ve been red from Gruuumm saying she should’ve joined in. More than likely it was both. “Now, we have arrived at our destination. Report to the main brig for your next orders, and be there on time.

“THIS IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE!”

“Yes, sir!” saluted Charlie, Rachel and Ivan.

A-Squad arrived in Gruumm’s holding cell in the back quarters of the Terror. The wailing of a dog was heard in the shadows (this was a very dark room), but Gruumm silenced the howling with a blast from his staff. A-Squad stood in the shadows as Gruumm brought up the image of a dark, twisted, metallic fortress hovering in the quagmires of space. Cliff spoke to the Emperor first.

“This our next destination?”
“That it is, Jones,” Gruumm growled, “What you see is the deserted space fortress of Cortex. It was once home to the greatest thinkers in the galaxy, but they have left it long since. It is now the holding place of a piece of VERY important cargo I want you to pick up.”

“What kind of cargo?” Beevor asked.
“Do not question what kind of cargo it is!” Gruumm roared, “Just go pick it up!”
“But how will we know what we’re looking for?”
“YOU’LL KNOW!”
“Is it a superweapon?”
“It is...NOT a superweapon!”
“What’s with the pause? Are you trying to say it is?”
“IT IS NOT A SUPERWEAPON!”
“Alright, I’m just saying that it could be a superweapon.”

“Just go with the plan!” Broodwing hollered, “Do what your Emperor commands!”
“I just want to know why,” Beevor shrugged.
“Any specifics we’ll need to know?” Ivan asked.
“I want you to pick it up and bring it back here!” Gruumm ranted, “It’s not a difficult concept to grasp!”
“So, what is it?” questioned Beevor.
“DO NOT QUESTION WHAT IT IS!” roared the Emperor.

“Got it,” replied Beevor.
“The coordinates of Space Station Cortex?” asked Rachel.
“The Distant Sector of Space,” Gruumm said, “located in the inner rings of the Xen system.”
“Transport?” questioned Charlie.
“Your ship is waiting in my warriors’ shuttle bay,” Gruumm stated, “GO!”
“Good luck,” Mora said snidely as A-Squad exited. She seemed rather pleased with them leaving.

A-Squad loaded into the SPD Shuttlecraft and took off from Gruumm’s ship. As they flew towards the Distant Sector many thoughts crossed their minds. They didn’t know what they were going to find, where exactly it was, or why Gruumm wanted it, but it was the first order their new Emperor had given them and, as such, they had to obey. The Shuttlecraft continued to fly until Gruumm’s ship was well and beyond their line of sight.

“For Gruumm,” Charlie thought, “It’s time to be evil.”
“For Gruumm,” thought Cliff, “Bring it, beastie.”
“For Gruumm,” thought Ivan, “at last I have become a man!”
“For Gruumm,” Beevor pondered, “Maybe it’s his long-lost brother…”
“For Gruumm,” Rachel though, “this sounds like fun.”

The Distant Sector waited.
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On the next (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad

Space Station Cortex gives way to a dripping, cavernous chamber holding secrets. Guards are afoot, but the elite team will stop at nothing to accomplish Gruumm’s mission. When they finally do meet it, what will happen then? IT HAS BEEN FOUND!

Seeking Omnificence

[Morfan76]

Excellent job, GN. I think your fic just keeps getting better and better!

I think my only recommendation would be that you develop your descriptions of scenes in more detail, with more emphasis on metaphor to lift the narrative to a higher level.

[PHAETON]

keep it comming

[redrangerlightspeed]

Yowza!!!!

[Bionic Red]

Let the record show that like Ivan, I'm gonna need therapy and brainwashing to forget what Rachel did to Beevor.

First time reading, and other than shaking my thoughts of Kat, (and the Beevor incident) this story is great! Can't wait to read some more!

[Hou Hissatsu]

Man, GN. You really outdid yourself. This is just....damn awesome. And it has everything! Action, comedy, slightly gratuitous sex....it's just great. Keep up the great work.

[Tommy D. Oliver]

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[Tommy D. Oliver]

Awwwwwwww, man, why'd ya have to do that to Kat?!? She was supposed to be mine........... wait, that was Syd. Come on Tommy, stick with the pink.

[Bionic Red]

Awwwwwwww, man, why'd ya have to do that to Kat?!? She was supposed to be mine........... wait, that was Syd. Come on Tommy, stick with the pink.
I'm probably going to rewrite this thing with Greenninja's permission, when I remake SPD for the year 2005... on KO-35! Don't tell me it won't work!

[Impy]

Awwwwwwww, man, why'd ya have to do that to Kat?!? She was supposed to be mine........... wait, that was Syd. Come on Tommy, stick with the pink.
*sniper rifle*

I'm probably going to rewrite this thing with Greenninja's permission, when I remake SPD for the year 2005... on KO-35! Don't tell me it won't work!

...there is no way that could possibly work.

[Bionic Red]

I just fininshed watching the last three episodes of SPD (I 'aquired' them from the internet) and I found some small discrepancies with this story...

According to RESURRECTION, the original B-squad rangers never knew the identities of A-squad. How could Sky be surprised that A-squad Red was a girl if he was trained by Charlie?

Kat also mentioned that Ranger designation and promotion was at the discretion of Commander Kruger (and most likely all other commanding officers) and Kat is basically a scientist.

AND let's be honest... Syd is no 'pushover pink' to get owned by a girl who got her A-squad position by being a slut! I do most of my rewrites after research, so I'm still doing some homework! ;)

[GreenNinja]

This is a comedy series, but for the sake of preserving my story, I'll explain my answer to each of those small errors.

Thing is, in my story, A-Squad DOES know B-Squad, but they're gone for so long that when the episode within Ressurection is posted (this is a 13-deal thing), the reason will be this - A-Squad was gone for so long that the B-Squadders forgot who they were. Like if you meet someone vaugely familiar to you, but you otherwise forgot everything about them. Like an old friend from high school.

Kat RELAYED the message to Cruger in the first episode and promoted Rachel to B-Squad. There is communication within SPD, after all.

...remember, A-Squad is evil. Evil means no limits, etc.

I've done my research for this story too, and what you're seeing isn't even the complete product. I will do my best to explain everything by the end, as continuity is equally as important to me.

[Black Joker]

I am shocked. I am appalled. I am strangely aroused. And I am amused. Is that the intended result?

I have absolutely no idea where this piece is going, and I think that may be part of its charm. :023:

[hasso_opitz]

It's pretty funky.

[GreenNinja]

Giant brains. Wild parties. A-Squad is arrested, gets a new morph, and learns what exactly is Gruumm sent them in search of (it should be obvious) in this latest of episodes.
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Seeking Omnificence

The Distant Sector was called that for a reason. That reason? It was a VERY great distance away from any visible landmarks in the universe. This had once made it a perfect hangout for people of all types. The universe’s smartest and seediest visited its sprawling system of planets and space stations to accomplish whatever deeds they deemed necessary to accomplish. Then something happened. The Distant Sector fell empty.

The rumor still floating about the stars today is that something made the area go from being the Las Vegas of the universe to being its Nevada Desert is that something (or someone) invaded the area. Explosions sounded in the general vicinity of the sector for days. After the struggle was done the few beings still around fled to find a new home. Since that time, an as-of-yet unidentified day at some point in the past, the Distant Sector has been nothing more than a wasteland.

“How long until we get there?” asked Beevor impatiently, “I want to know what the Emperor wants us to find! The mystery of it all is driving me mad!”
“Let me punch in the coordinates,” Charlie said as she typed out the location of Space Station Cortex on the celestial map, “We’re in the Milky Way, near Earth, and the Distant Sector is…” the digital clock above showed both the time elapsed and the time remaining, “…three days away.”

“Three DAYS?!” Beevor said, “That’s impossible!”
“We’ve got a stocked ship,” Cliff said, “We can survive.”
“Sure, YOU can survive, but I can not!” Beevor said, “The boredom will be too much to take! What am I supposed to do?”
“Go to sleep!” Ivan hollered.
“Good idea,” Beevor said, “I’ll do that.”

Beevor pulled out his bed in the sleeping quarters of the large shuttlecraft and went into the closest thing you could get to cryogenic stasis without it actually being that. As the walrus slept soundly the four human cadets (one of questionable origin still) decided to pass the time in their own special way. Charlie manipulated the controls one last time.

“I’ve set it to autopilot.”
“So what are we going to do until then?” asked Ivan.
“Whatever we feel like,” Charlie smirked.

That was a trip that the A-Squad four (minus the Odebenid) wouldn’t remember due to the incredibly strange, almost coincidental, circumstances that surrounded it. It started off simple. Charlie opened a compartment on the ship to reveal a six-pack of aged drinks and suggested they throw a party. Ivan and Rachel were all for it. Cliff said nothing.

A slow dance beat was put on the ship’s sound system. Cliff looked at drink Ivan had passed his way, fiddled with the top for a few minutes, and slid his finger under the top. He found it impossible to budge. Cliff turned in Charlie’s direction. “Damn, look at these cans, girl,” he said. “What about them?” Charlie asked. Beevor sprang from his nap and rushed out into the main cabin of the ship.

“Did I miss something?” he asked.
“Yeah, thanks man,” Cliff said as he turned to Beevor, “Can you open this can of beer? Top won’t budge.”
Beevor sighed and popped off the top with his sharp, white fangs. “It’s always ‘Beevor, do this!’, ‘Beevor, do that!’, ‘Beevor, open this can of beer with your tusks!’ I’m going back to sleep.”
“Let the party begin!” Rachel said.

Music was played, dances were danced, and drinks were consumed all while Beevor slept. The four, being the only ones in the ship, started to act crazy. Everything began when Charlie was dizzily walking around the ship and ended up planting her lips on Rachel’s. Rachel, who was equally drunk, smiled and blushed.

“There are people here!” Charlie said, “We…”
“None but our fellow cadets,” Rachel said seductively, “We’ve got time to kill until we arrive in the Distant Sector. I say ‘Why not make it pass faster?’ Now are you with me Haywood, or are you going to play co-pilot with yourself and let this trip slip from our collective memories?”
“I like the first one better.”
“That’s just what I wanted to hear.”

Rachel unzipped her uniform top and reached into her cleavage. She produced a Deltamax Striker, unmarked, in perfect condition; Charlie’s eyes widened in anticipation. Both girls removed their tops and continued the kiss. Their breasts pushed together. Ivan and Cliff downed a drink each and walked into the party about to ensue.

Rachel had gone from topless to nude in a matter of seconds. Charlie was carefully positioning the Deltamax Striker’s stick into her waiting and hungry crevice. Cliff and Ivan were both sucking on her nipples. Rachel moaned and collapsed back onto the floor of the ship as she was brought into a greater and greater feeling of ecstasy. When Charlie had the Deltamax Striker near Rachel’s G-spot her finger slipped on the trigger. A laser fired.

Rachel moaned and shook in pleasure before finally passing out. Her heavy eyelids closed and her naked body curled up. Juices dripped from Rachel’s area, but Charlie knew she had done her partner well. It was her and the boys now. Charlie winked at Ivan and Cliff and held out her index finger. She motioned her digit towards her exposed body in wait of pleasure.

“Are we sure this is how we should be passing the time?” Ivan asked in a brief moment of sobriety, “Doing each other? I know life on a ship can be boring sometimes, but there are other things to do! Life is more than just sexual relations!”

“Got any OTHER ideas?” Cliff slurred.
“No.”
“Then let’s do what Charlie wants us to do – her. She’s the leader, Lane.”
“NOW you remind me!” The alcohol had taken over Ivan’s brain again.

Ivan hesitantly walked over to his leader and placed himself into her depths. Charlie blushed, giggled, and whispered in Ivan’s ear. “Now do it again,” she said, “harder this time.” He did. As Charlie was repeatedly plunged by her Yellow Ranger partner, she called over Cliff. Cliff, always unquestioning, followed Charlie’s orders.

The man of questionable origin stood behind Charlie’s backside and slowly moved inside her. The three thrust in and out in a strange but pleasurable harmony until, as Charlie let out an ecstatic moan, they all collapsed to the floor and fell asleep. A-Squad’s shuttlecraft continued onward at a steady pace. Aside from the sound of a tentacle squelching somewhere with the ship space was as silent as it always was. Rachel purred in her sleep as she tossed and turned. They were well on their way.
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The next morning A-Squad woke to the sound of a blaring siren. Their shuttlecraft had pulled to a screeching halt. Charlie woke up and groped her way towards the front window of the spacecraft. When she got there she saw an intergalactic speeder with the SPD insignia across its side staring her down. She looked down at herself, screamed, and zipped up her top to cover her breasts. The officer on the bike pulled up to the window.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but your ship was going WAY too fast for this area of space,” he looked inside and saw who he was talking to, “Charlie Haywood? Is that you? It’s been a long time.”

“Who are you?” Charlie drunkenly asked. Her senses came to and she blurted out, “Sean?” It was, indeed, Officer Sean Riviera. He had been one of the early SPD recruits that trained alongside Charlie. He was, in time, promoted to the Wing Division of SPD and sent to a distant space station. It just so happened to be that he was on patrol this morning.

“Haywood, let me take a look inside,” Sean stated.
“NO!” Charlie stuttered, “You can’t.”

Sean had already gone through the airlock and into the ship. He walked past the sleeping Beevor onto the bridge. What he saw shocked him. Cliff and Ivan were passed out, Charlie had something dripping from both ends, and Rachel, surrounded by fluids, was lying down happily on the floor. Empty bottles of booze were thrown randomly about the cabin. The five seats the A-Squad normally sat in were the only clean things in the entire room.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to arrest you,” said Sean.
“NO!” Charlie blurted again.
“Unless…”
“Unless?”
“Unless you present your identification; then I’ll let it slide. We had some wild nights back at SPD, and I’ve encountered things much worse than this.” Charlie strip-searched her person only to find nothing. Her Gruummunicator tumbled out from her pants pocket. Sean picked it up.
“This is illegal technology,” Sean said, “You’re under arrest.”
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A short while later the five members of A-Squad were locked in a single jail cell at an intergalactic police station. Rachel, already bored and tired, was pinching her nipples in an effort to keep awake. Beevor sighed and stared out the window. The five had switched from their A-Squad uniforms to orange prison outfits, but wanted to change back so desperately. Charlie slapped Rachel’s hands.

“Stop doing that!” she said, “It’s getting annoying.”
“Got any other ways for me to stay up?” Rachel asked.
“We could plead our case,” Cliff stated, “The Judgment Scanner didn’t believe we were patrolling the area.”
“Without Gruumm’s gift we’re lost,” Ivan said, “Unless…”
“Not the word ‘unless’ again,” Charlie sighed, “I’m sick of it.”
“Unless what, my gender-confused friend?” Beevor asked.
“We use our powers to break free,” Ivan smirked, “Gruumm fused them with our bodies, remember?”
“I like it,” Rachel said, “Let’s go!”
“On MY command,” Charlie snapped, “NOW!”
“A-SQUAD!”

Charlie holds out her Gruummunicator while standing against the starred blackness of space. Red sparks shoot between the two spikes of the device and create a glowing square of energy above Charlie. Her A-Squad uniform explodes away from her body. The square passes over her nude form and envelopes it in red light. The light solidifies into the black basis of her suit. Her armor clamps on as the two halves of the helmet fly onto her face. Charlie catches her Custom Firearm and poses against the Earth as a red-toned SPD badge shines behind her.

Beevor holds out his Gruummunicator while standing against the starred blackness of space. Blue sparks shoot between the two spikes of the device and create a glowing square of energy above Beevor. His A-Squad uniform explodes away from his body. The square passes over his nude form and envelopes it in blue light. The light solidifies into the black basis of his suit. His armor clamps on as the two halves of the helmet fly onto his face. Beevor catches his Custom Firearm and poses against the Earth as a blue-toned SPD badge shines behind him.

Cliff holds out his Gruummunicator while standing against the starred blackness of space. Green sparks shoot between the two spikes of the device and create a glowing square of energy above Cliff. His A-Squad uniform explodes away from his body. The square passes over his nude form and envelopes it in green light. The light solidifies into the black basis of his suit. His armor clamps on as the two halves of the helmet fly onto his face. Cliff catches his Custom Firearm and poses against the Earth as a green-toned SPD badge shines behind him.

Ivan holds out his Gruummunicator while standing against the starred blackness of space. Yellow sparks shoot between the two spikes of the device and create a glowing square of energy above Ivan. His A-Squad uniform explodes away from his body. The square passes over his nude form and envelopes it in yellow light. The light solidifies into the black basis of his suit. His armor clamps on as the two halves of the helmet fly onto his face. Ivan catches his Custom Firearm and poses against the Earth as a yellow-toned SPD badge shines behind him.

Rachel holds out her Gruummunicator while standing against the starred blackness of space. Pink sparks shoot between the two spikes of the device and create a glowing square of energy above Rachel. Her A-Squad uniform explodes away from her body. The square passes over her nude form and envelopes it in pink light. The light solidifies into the black basis of her suit. Her armor clamps on as the two halves of the helmet fly onto her face. Rachel catches her Custom Firearm and poses against the Earth as a pink-toned SPD badge shines behind her.

A-Squad aimed their Custom Firearms at the jail cell bars and made their path clear. Ivan grabbed hold of the five uniforms while Beevor scooped up the Gruummunicators. Cliff shot down everything from windows to chairs to mugs of coffee waiting on the table. Humans and aliens alike fled in all directions. Rachel shook her spandex-clad booty at the boys to taunt them. She then turned around and unleashed a round of pink gunfire.

Charlie walked up to Officer Riviera, grabbed hold of him by his collar, and whispered one thing in his ear. “We play by our own rules now, Sean. Give THAT message to Commander Fowler and let him know that the A-Squad…is no more.” That message never would reach Commander Birdie. A-Squad departed from the station and set their spaceship’s engines to maximum speed.
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The Distant Sector. It was just as they had expected. Crumpled remains of old space stations and satellites, mineral-ravaged planets, and lone asteroids all circled this area. Very few stars’ light reached this part of space, and the air was deathly still. It was as if a ghost could come out of the metalwork at any second and scare whoever dared to enter back to where they came from.

A-Squad, now unmorphed, passed through the area and marveled at how dead it was. Life had become progressively scarce on their journey here, but if this wasn’t a sign of how far out they had gone, then nothing was. Cliff stated that one thing, and only one thing, was visible on their radar. The ship followed the coordinates and stopped short of what it was before them.

“Space Station Cortex,” Charlie gasped in awe.
“It’s beautiful,” Beevor added.
“Cool,” Cliff said.
“Awesome,” Ivan commented.
“It’s so…big,” Rachel said in amazement.

Space Station Cortex had once been the center of the Distant Sector, and in many ways it still was. The silver-and-red spherical station had four main receptors and a ring around it, and was the size of a moon at the very least. Its original paintjob no longer showed through the heavy coat of rust, and its age was evident due to the squeaky sound heard whenever it rotated on its artificial axis. This was where A-Squad had to go.

Every spaceport around the station’s perimeter was either blocked or too rusted to open. Several excruciatingly tedious minutes of flight later the one open spaceport was found. A-Squad cruised in, landed softly, and stepped out. The interior was nothing like they had been planning for. The spaceport was mostly metal, but the dark hallway in front of them could have been holding anything. Every footstep echoed against the metallic walls.

A-Squad walked into the hallway and carefully listened for anything. Rachel took out her SPD Blaster and aimed it at the ceiling. The downed light system flicked on. Chills were sent down Rachel’s spine as she jumped into Charlie’s arms. Beevor did the same thing with Cliff. Charlie, Cliff, and Ivan remained calm, but couldn’t help feeling the slightest tingle of fear at the situation they had been put into.

The walls were covered in an oozing orange slime, and green tentacles shot out from every open crevice. Rotating eyes were embedded into the goo and watched A-Squad at every chance they could. They swiveled about from their stationary positions and occasionally fired off lasers. Charlie sent out an arc of gunfire to clear the pathway. Rachel and Beevor leapt down from their fellow officers’ arms and cautiously crept ahead.

Upward and inward revealed more of the same. Creatures of unknown origin scuttled, slithered, and slunk through quiet corridors. Cliff spotted a common trait among all of them – purple, emotionless eyes. A-Squad, having no real memories of the mission on Geo-Theta, had yet to catch on to what this meant, but Cliff did have the slightest inkling of an idea.

Partway through their trek an impassable obstacle came into their range. It was a wall constructed of pinkish-grey, veined, vibrating matter that stretched across the hallway. Cliff stepped back, charged for the wall, and delivered a flying roundhouse kick to the gray matter. His attack only reverberated and tossed him back to the ground. “No way through,” he said, “there’s gotta be a weak spot.”

Ivan drew his SPD Blaster and fired at the wall. Black energy spheres bounced off until an explosion sounded at roughly the middle of the wall. A gaping, circular, vacuum-like hole opened up. “That’s our way through,” Ivan said, “but it’ll only stay this way for so long. Get moving – NOW!” Cliff hadn’t even stood back to hear Ivan speak. He waved from the other end of the wall and called to his comrades.

“You comin’ or not?”
“Right,” Charlie and Rachel spoke together.

The girls grabbed each other's hands and made a daring leap through the wall. Ivan tumbled after them. He somersaulted forward and regained his bearings. Only Beevor had yet to make it to the other side. The Odebenid let out a gargled yell and did the same as his partners before him had. Unfortunately for Beevor Smith, he had one thing the others didn’t – his large, white fangs.

As Smith prepared to find the rest of Space Station Cortex his personal playground he felt his teeth become stuck in something. It was, to no surprise, the wall. Beevor tried to pry himself free, but the brain matter was closing in around him fast. “Quickly, grab my hands!” he said, “If I’m going to die, it’s not going to be like this! I deserve a death worthy of my status!”

“I think this is it,” Rachel stated.
“Do not worry, Rachel,” Beevor said longingly, “I’ll always remember your stunning beauty….what parts of it I saw through the shower’s secret peephole…your clever sense of wit, and the new and exciting things you taught me I could do with my tentacle.”
“No, I mean this is it,” said Rachel bluntly, “This way of going befits you.”
“NOOO!!” screeched the walrus.
“Pull him out,” Charlie said, “Now.”

Cliff and Ivan grabbed hold of Beevor’s hands and pulled. His teeth became dislodged from the brain-wall. Beevor checked to make sure his Gruummunicator was still on his person and continued onward with the group. They passed through a dark hallway. Vision was completely obscured by the overtaking darkness. Charlie skidded to a halt as the ground became firm.

Then she looked out. Things had just gotten worse.

The next room was closer to the center of Space Station Cortex, but looked as if it would be the end of the line. Doors from all directions led to what once would’ve been a sprawling central tower in the middle of a circular lobby. Whatever world-shattering event happened at Cortex, it had left this room changed for the worst. The multiple floors were replaced by a bottomless canyon; only the middle pathways remained, and the central tower had been replaced by a orange, spherical, veined chamber placed atop a single square of antigravity-enhanced metal.

“There’s no way across,” Charlie stammered, “but according to the maps – what I could make of them – this is the center of Space Station Cortex. It’s where we’re supposed to be.” Their voices echoed through the empty cavern. Every cough, tap of the foot, and gulp reverberated over and over before fading. Ivan stepped forward.

“I know what to do,” he pointed to stalactites formed from crystallization in the cavern, “A bit of the metal walkway still remains. Assuming it holds we could knock down the stalactites and cross into the unknown center that waits for us. STAND BACK!” Ivan transformed with a call of “A-Squad!” and held his Custom Firearm to the ceiling.

Yellow bullets racketed the ceiling and set it a-rumbling. The stalactites fell into place to create a rickety, but complete, walkway. Ivan powered down and walked across. The five watched their every footstep in hopes of not falling to the bottomless void below. Rachel almost slipped over the side, but Charlie’s strong grip ensured her survival. The five approached the orange globe.

“This is it,” Cliff said, “What Gruumm wants is in here.”

A-Squad walked through a small archway present in the membrane of the globe. There was nothing inside here. Slime dripped from the walls, but otherwise…nothing. The area was larger than the SPD Command Center and as barren as anything. A-Squad walked to the center, further and further onward until their eyes came upon something never seen before by anyone.
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Omni had been around since shortly after the beginning of time. He had evolved from a small bit of cerebral matter to eventually become the massive, telekinesis-using creature he was today. Omni floated among the stars until he came to Space Station Cortex. From there he monitored the universe waiting for the right moment to take advantage of someone. Then he found it.

Gruumm Revolto had tried for the position of “Emperor” on his home planet, but was arrested for his attempted coup. He broke out of jail, stole the royal spacecraft, the Terror, and proclaimed himself Emperor. But he didn’t have the skill to take over the galaxy. Then he started hearing voices in his head. Powerful voices; voices telling him to follow orders and achieve success; Gruumm followed.

Omni’s orders became increasingly more demanding. What had started as simple search-and-destroy missions evolved into destruction of entire planets; now Omni was demanding a body so his power could be spread galaxy-wide. Gruumm just needed the resources…and Omni himself. This was why he had sent A-Squad to Space Station Cortex.

It was the home of the giant brain.
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There it was. Hanging from the ceiling on its four strongest tentacles – the very thing they had sought. Each tentacle was thick and constructed of a mucus-colored, slimy skin. Some tentacles ended in greenish-black eyes that peered down upon the five A-Squadders. One massive eyestalk watched them from above. Beneath the mass of tentacles was the heart…or rather, brain…of Omni.

A massive, grayish-brown, pulsating brain, encased in a yellowish-green sphere supported by more tentacles, hung beneath the main eyestalk. A shining mass of energy at the bottom connected the entire thing together – it was Omni’s lifeblood. The infinitely-running, power-providing mass of pure light would’ve blinded A-Squad had it been any more luminescent.

Purple smoke began to fill the air. A-Squad choked, but Omni held it off when he saw who was in his presence. His booming voice echoed across the empty walls of his chamber. “Who dares enter into Space Station Cortex? This is Omni’s sector, and unless someone granted you the right to be here, I shall throw you into the infinite void below! State your name and purpose!”

“SPD A-Squad,” Charlie said, “Gruumm’s orders.”
“Then if you be them,” bellowed Omni, “LET IT BEGIN!”
“Let WHAT begin?” Rachel yelled.
“IT SHALL BECOME CLEAR!” roared the brain, “IT STARTS NOW!”
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On the next (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad

Omni gives A-Squad a demonstration of his mighty abilities – by using them ON A-Squad. Rachel and Charlie are taken hostage, Beevor tries to use his own tentacles, and Cliff and Ivan put their Gruummunicators to good use. Will they escape, or will their cargo be the one holding them?

Morgana Makes a Deal

[obsidian179]

This is a comedy series, but for the sake of preserving my story, I'll explain my answer to each of those small errors.

Thing is, in my story, A-Squad DOES know B-Squad, but they're gone for so long that when the episode within Ressurection is posted (this is a 13-deal thing), the reason will be this - A-Squad was gone for so long that the B-Squadders forgot who they were. Like if you meet someone vaugely familiar to you, but you otherwise forgot everything about them. Like an old friend from high school.

Kat RELAYED the message to Cruger in the first episode and promoted Rachel to B-Squad. There is communication within SPD, after all.

...remember, A-Squad is evil. Evil means no limits, etc.

I've done my research for this story too, and what you're seeing isn't even the complete product. I will do my best to explain everything by the end, as continuity is equally as important to me.

Will this be more in line with your fivers, then? Cruger's constant name forgetting, Sam/Omega being nothing but a weapon (okay, fine, that's kind of from the show, too ;) ), Sky/Bridge, and Z/Morgana? (I'm sure there are more, but...) The last one especially. I can just picture A-Squad's reactions to finding out: Charlie disapproving, Beevor being both curious and ambivilent, Rachel giving Morgana pointers, and Cliff and Ivan sneaking along to watch. :D

[Bionic Red]

Will this be more in line with your fivers, then? Cruger's constant name forgetting, Sam/Omega being nothing but a weapon (okay, fine, that's kind of from the show, too ;) ), Sky/Bridge, and Z/Morgana? (I'm sure there are more, but...) The last one especially. I can just picture A-Squad's reactions to finding out: Charlie disapproving, Beevor being both curious and ambivilent, Rachel giving Morgana pointers, and Cliff and Ivan sneaking along to watch. :D
These random grasps at straws are getting extremely stupid really fast. You might consider starting over.

[obsidian179]

These random grasps at straws are getting extremely stupid really fast. You might consider starting over.

Excuse me, was I talking to you? No. So shut up and go away now, please.

[GreenNinja]

Bionic Red, were you talking to me or him? And as I explained previously, this is a comedy fic, and the Fiverish type of comedy I'm going for often becomes random and slightly inane, but that's what it's meant to be. I'm not going to restart this fic when I'm halfway into writing it, anyway.

[Bionic Red]

Bionic Red, were you talking to me or him? And as I explained previously, this is a comedy fic, and the Fiverish type of comedy I'm going for often becomes random and slightly inane, but that's what it's meant to be. I'm not going to restart this fic when I'm halfway into writing it, anyway.

Well, if you put it that way; I have to admit while insanely demented and neurotic, this fic is highly entertaining!

[GreenNinja]

The halfway point of the series. This is the episode that will make you think "What was the writer THINKING when he wrote this?" Truth be told, the writer thought that too. Omni uses his tentacles wisely, Beevor fights like no man in Rangerdom will ever fight again, and the fandom's first Zorgana scene is written. (Future episodes will not contain this much sexiness, so enjoy it while you can). It begins!
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Morgana Makes a Deal

Mora was Mora no more. She had been transformed into a fully-developed adult woman with long, brown hair and sparkling eyes. She was dressed in a purple-and-black spandex suit with two crescent-shaped silver blades on her wrists. Mora’s name was Morgana from birth, but when she adopted the younger identity courtesy of Gruumm’s powers she gave herself a new name to go with it. Now that Morgana had returned to her natural age of 23 there was no way to deny her name.

“What’s taking them so bloody long?” asked Morgana as she sulked about the Terror in her Ranger-like suit, “Omni’s energy readings should be easy for them to track. They’ve been brainwashed by him before!” Gruumm, sitting on his throne, heard Morgana’s rant and turned the chair around to speak to her. His eyes and the end of his staff were sparking and crackling with electricity and light.

“Yes…Morgana,” Gruumm spoke slowly, “It is a little peculiar. Let me see what Omni himself has to say on these matters. OUT OF THE ROOM!” Morgana’s jaw dropped. “These conversations with Omni are private and you have been aware of that since the day I took you onto this ship! OUT!” Morgana left the room with her head hanging in disappointment.

Gruumm looked up to the blackness of space. His eyes shone brighter than usual as Omni’s powerful voice shook his skull. “Your Magnificence,” Gruumm shook, “They are supposed to bring you here…yes, I know you need not want your telekinesis to go to waste! Let them bring you…to me…and you shall…have everything you ever desired! I promise it, Magnificence! GIVE ME A CHANCE! I CAN…MAKE GOOD…ON MY PROMISE! Yes, I understand…I’ll be sending an agent soon enough. Thank you.”

Gruumm collapsed onto his chair.
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Morgana’s thoughts were filled with thoughts of one thing as she shuttled off in the direction of Space Station Cortex as warp speed. It wasn’t the mission, her desire to be young, or anything of that sort. It was Z. Elizabeth “Z” Delgado, the Yellow SPD B-Squad Ranger. Shortly before Morgana was chosen by Gruumm to go to Space Station Cortex, she had a chance encounter with Z in the woods.

She didn’t know what it was, exactly, that fueled her infatuation with Z. It may have been her broad scope of mind, her sharp intellect, or her body. Never in all her days had Morgana seen such a body. (Keep in mind that being stowed away on the Terror all these years MIGHT have factored into this.) It was statuesque, athletic and desirable, from Z’s smooth brown hair to her perky nipples to her slender legs.

“I want her!” Morgana thought, “I want her like I want to be young again!” Her mind jumped to a thought. “DAMN! Stupid paradoxes! If I want to be young, then I can’t be with Z – love never works that way. On the other hand, if I want to be with Z, then I can never be young again. Life, why must you throw me this dreadful decision?”

Morgana, for a brief second, forgot she had been sent to rescue the A-Squad from Omni. Where they had failed in their mission she would succeed – and oh, what rewards success brings to those who earn it.
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“A-SQUAD!” the five transformed into their armored states and charged at Omni. He was clearly an independent creature with a mind and will of his own, and wasn’t going to be brought in by A-Squad, even on Gruumm’s orders. His tentacles around the central chamber sprung into action and lashed out at A-Squad.

Cliff took the smartest of options. He saw how far Omni’s tentacles could extend and chose a point equidistant from all of them. He had, in effect, rendered himself safe. Ivan fired a bullet at a time to knock the tentacles away, but always found them returning to strike. Rachel and Charlie locked hands and called out “Twin Angels, Go!” Their Custom Firearms locked onto Omni’s omnipresent brain.

Red-and-pink bullets shot rapid-fire in a swirling hailstorm aimed at Omni. Smoke and flame filled the room until Omni’s main eyestalk gazed at the girls. It fired a single laser that split in two and struck them on the POLICE emblems on their chests. Rachel and Charlie were lifted into the air and moaned from the pure force of the light beam hitting their chests.

Omni ceased the attack. Charlie and Rachel fell to their knees; their Custom Firearms spun away. Light shone from their chests as their A-Squad uniforms shattered. Omni winked his eye at them and fired two laser beams from his tentacles. One beam held Rachel in the air; the other held Charlie. Omni brought them closer to his main eye and examined them down to the finest details. He could see the seams on their uniforms with the type of vision he had acquired over these millennia.

“I came to know you girls well for the time when I was inside your minds,” Omni spoke in his thundering, growling tone, “Most of it was petty worries, but there were thoughts that…intrigued me. Motohime, always one seeking pleasure by whatever means necessary…you appear to have found evil as your new source of satisfaction. And Haywood, with your desire to live life by your own rules…I shall make both of you achieve what it is you wish.”

“Excuse me,” Beevor shot up from below, “What are you talking about?”
“Silence, you impudent mass of blubber!” roared the brain, “Your thoughts are not worth my time! Would it hurt you to think in English, the language of the universe? Gargles and clicks do not a sentence make!”
“Sorry,” Beevor said pitifully.

“Now, where was I?” spoke Omni, “Ah, yes…behold.” Orange-green light radiated out from his brain-globe and washed over the girls. Cliff, Ivan and Beevor were protected by their Ranger form, but Charlie and Rachel were affected. The sheer force of the energy ripped their clothes to nothing more than their sleeves, shoes, and a small bit hanging around their waists. Everything else was lying in tatters on the floor.

“What are you doing with them?” Cliff asked.
“Something tells me this isn’t what Emperor Gruumm wanted,” Ivan shouted.
“Leave me to my whims, boys!” yelled Omni. Cliff and Ivan gave up.

Omni took one of his tentacles from the walls and moved it around. The slimy appendage neared Rachel’s bare pubes, stroked her smooth skin, and slowly penetrated into her tight, pink, vagina. Rachel stirred from her unconsciousness and found the warming tentacle drifting about her slit. She moaned ecstatically from the feeling.

“This does not bother you?” Omni queried.
“OH!” Rachel shouted before switching to a calmer, but still pleasured, voice, “No! I…AH!...I’ve done Smith before and….oh, a little deeper….he can use them damn good. Are you going to sit it in there or are you going to go all the way?”
Omni was completely stunned. Every time he’d captured a human, or at least humanoid, girl and used his tentacles in such a fashion he’d always been forced to go to another location in the universe in order to avoid being killed. This new development intrigued him.

Omni next turned his sights on Charlie. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders, her skin was tan, and her build was strong, firm and athletic; there was no woman like her. He turned her over in his tentacles like a child playing with a toy; his eyes caught something so stunning he pulled his other tentacle out of Rachel for a brief moment. What stopped him? Charlie’s ass.

It was the finest backside this side of the galaxy. The cheeks were rounded, firm, smooth, and rosy-red. When slapped they shook in a seductive, entrancing way. Charlie was still unconscious from the earlier attack and didn’t notice as Omni slowly, carefully moved another tentacle and thrust it down into her ass. She immediately woke up.

“What’s going on?” Charlie tiredly questioned.
“Stay calm, Red one,” said Omni, “I guarantee I will not harm you…or your friends…as long as you let me tend to your needs.” Charlie heavily breathed in and out; her breasts moved with every breath. Cliff said nothing and remained idly by in hopes that Omni would release them, and have them still alive, at some point in the future.

Ivan was on the verge of throwing up in his helmet. Rachel’s quickie with Beevor may have disturbed him, but this was something on a whole ‘nother level. “Stay strong, Ivan,” he repeated to himself, “be a man. You’ve encountered worse than this, right? Right?” Ivan had an idea jump into his head. “Cliff, we’ve gotta save them! Custom Firearms, lock and load!”

“On it!” replied the A-Squad Green Ranger with a thumbs-up.
“FIRE!” shouted the two in unison. Like their female partners before them a flurry of green-and-yellow bullets shot outward. Omni swept the girls out of the way and absorbed the blasts into his brain. He turned towards the boys and spoke in his ominous tone yet again.
“Such futile tactics,” Omni bellowed, “If you want to keep them alive, then you shouldn’t use those firearms. The chances of you killing them are greater than their chance of survival. Now, let me gather the energy required for me to make this journey your Emperor wants me to partake on. There is no way to stop me.”

Charlie and Rachel continued to moan, sigh, and breathe heavily from the strange yet sensational feelings spreading through their bodies. Beevor had been observing this entire time and realized that he may be the only one who stood a chance at victory against Omni. “Now the pants come off,” he gargled. Beevor willingly powered down as blue energy spiraled away from his body.

“Smith, what are you doing?” Charlie asked.
“This is…DEEPER!...crazy!” Rachel added, “How can YOU beat him…unmorphed?”
“I have a way,” Beevor said, “Omni, let me show you how a REAL man pleasures his women…and saves her in a chivalrous fashion when she’s captured shortly after. CARPE JUGULAM!”

Beevor had stripped down to nothing. SPD training had shaped his blubbery build into something muscular, and his familiar light-blue tentacle was hanging out. Cliff duly noted that Beevor’s lone tentacle replaced the most ubiquitous of male organs. “I don’t even WANT to think about what females of his species is like,” thought Jones, “Do whatcha must, man.”

“I’m going to be sick,” was Ivan’s only thought, “the trauma…the trauma…”

Beevor scooped up his Custom Firearm and launched a short round of bullets at Omni to distract him. Charlie and Rachel remained unharmed once more, but Beevor had a plan. He landed on top of Omni’s globe and punched him in the eyestalk. Charlie and Rachel’s sessions became more intense. Then Beevor activated his real weapon – the one he’d been carrying with him this whole time.

His tentacle began to lengthen and harden; Rachel smirked with satisfaction. She grabbed the end of the blue appendage and placed it between her breasts. Beevor used this opportunity to stomp on the shell of Omni’s protective globe just as Rachel’s breasts squeezed the tentacle out from between them. Omni, enraged, activated three more of his tendrils to combat the Odebenidian menace.

Beevor was back on the slime-covered ground of the chamber. Omni’s tentacles shot towards him and wrapped around his own. Beevor struggled and shot the tentacles at the points where they connected to Omni’s body. Charlie and Rachel were having more of their energy drained – unconsciousness was quickening. Beevor turned towards his male companions.

“You fend off the tentacles,” he said as he thrust himself forward, “I’ll deal with the brain.” Ivan swallowed his courage and the small bit of bile in his mouth while Cliff began to use the visual systems in his helmet to pinpoint the spot where the tentacles connected to Omni’s body.

Far away, deep in space, Morgana was having problems of her own.
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By “problems of her own”, I mean she’d passed out at the wheel of her ship, which, as fate would have it, was set to autopilot. Her head rested in her left arm, which was propped up by the elbow on the control panel. A contented smile was on her face and her eyes were fluttering between the world of the awake and the world of dreams. Morgana could’ve been in either one now and it wouldn’t have made a speck of difference.

Her brown hair, limp and flowing, fell to her shoulders and her right hand was mysteriously out of sight. The front of her black-and-purple dress was wet and a pair of purple panties hung from a storage compartment above. “Someday,” Morgana sighed, “someday, when all this is done, it will be just you and I.” She looked at the digital displays around her. “I still have an hour or two before we get there. That works for me…by far.”
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Rachel was about to collapse. She’d taken as much as she could, and even a person with her kind of stamina and endurance can only take so much. “Oh no!” gasped Beevor, “I must save her!” He pointed the barrel of his Custom Firearm at the right side of Omni’s brain and sent him recoiling in fear. The entire left side of the giant brain-in-a-ball fell limp. Two of his tentacles pulled out of Rachel and sent her falling to the ground.

She was falling from somewhere near the ceiling. Beevor, still strong of body and mind, made a daring move. He, fighting tentacles with tentacles, shot his up into the air and up Rachel’s tush. She was slowly lowered to the ground as Beevor realized this was the second time he’d made it with a human girl. “What’s with that, by the way?” he thought to himself, “I’ve mated with the Pink Ranger twice, but the Commander remains out of reach! And with me being away from Earth…I’ll get him when we get back.”

Charlie, who before was only taking it in the back, found Omni putting a tentacle into her beaver and another slinking between her breasts. She had a bit more stamina than Rachel and realized what was going on. “This is ridiculous!” Charlie screamed, “Did Gruumm know what he was doing when he sent us to ask the giant brain to stay on his ship?”

Rachel was sleeping on the ground. Every time she breathed her hair fluttered upward. Cliff found it a cute image – the calmness breaking the strange and somewhat surreal tense situation they had been put into. Beevor looked down at Rachel and readied his tentacle for combat against Omni once more. “Charlie, I’m coming to save you,” he said. Charlie let out a moan in response. As far as Beevor could tell, it meant “yes, now hurry up and do it!”
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“Morgana, you have arrived at Space Station Cortex.” Morgana’s pod had landed beside A-Squad’s shuttlecraft. She awoke from her state of in-between sleep and exited the ship. A Gruummunicator was in her pocket. She waved her hand over the sensor and called out “power up!” A purple light surrounded her body. Gruumm and Broodwing’s obsersvations about the Rangers had played a major role with her; they’d given her a new form.

Morgana stands in the middle of a field of purple light. Her dress blows upward until it rips to shreds and vanishes from her body entirely. The image of her battle outfit is superimposed over her body, transparently materializes, and flashes on in an explosion of energy. Two silver rings slide onto her arms and burst outward into her arm-blades. Finally, her helmet forms in one swift motion as she poses against a red mark shaped like her scar on a black field.

Morgana cleared through every challenge with ease. Her arm-blades, the most advanced weapons Broodwing had created, cut through anything and everything. Ivan’s stalactite bridge had since collapsed, but with a wand in hand (a smaller version of Gruumm’s staff), she rebuilt and reinforced the bridge. It was then that she approached the glowing globe that was home to Omni.

“Just remember,” she thought to herself, “get A-Squad, get Omni, and get out. Maybe this will be the deed that turns you back into Mora at last. Put your heart into it – you can do this. You have the power on your side.”
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Charlie had been rendered unable to speak by Omni’s third tentacle going into her mouth. That one was the least pleasurable to Charlene Haywood at the moment. Cliff was busy wondering how to go about this while Ivan had given up altogether. Rachel was sleeping and Beevor’s tentacle had yet to be invigorated again after his rather unorthodox save.

“Such energy,” Omni said, “just a bit more and my work shall be done. Then you can carry me as far across the cosmos as you wish, A-Squad. I know your mentalities well, and none of you would risk putting your friend and leader in danger…so my task shall go on uninterrupted. Omni shall rule the galax…!” the tentacle in Charlie’s mouth was severed from its spot by a crescent of purple energy.

“Who did that?” asked Cliff while turning his head.
“We’re saved!” Ivan exclaimed.
“Who goes there?” asked Beevor.
Rachel, stirring from her sleep, saw a shadowed feminine figure at the entrance to Omni’s chamber. Two arm-blades were across her wrist and a fishlike helmet was on her head. The helmet was lost as the figure walked into the room.

“Who’s leading the invasion now, Omni?” asked Morgana.
“Blegh…” Charlie regained normal use of her mouth, “but…but…who are you?”
“You’ve met me before,” Morgana said, “on Kwa’ree, remember?”
“MORA?!” exclaimed A-Squad and Omni simultaneously.
“Not anymore,” she pouted, “this is my true form,” her tone spoke of disgust, despite Ivan and Cliff’s thoughts that she looked pretty damn good, “Morgana. Now, let me…ugh…save Haywood for you….since you can’t do it yourselves.”

Morgana crossed her arms over her chest and sent a purple X of energy outward. The X split in two and severed Omni’s tentacles down to the root. Charlie collapsed and fell into Morgana’s arms. “You alright, Haywood?” Morgana asked. Charlie nodded and rejoined the others. All five Gruummunicators were present and Rachel and Charlie could change into a spare set of uniforms later. Everything was set for departure; except for the one they had been sent to retrieve.

“HOW DARE YOU DEFY THE GREAT AND MAGNIFICENT OMNI?!” yelled the brain, “It was a stupid move you made, Morgana! Now I no longer have the energy needed for my system to endure not being connected to a power source!”
“There’s one in Gruumm’s ship!”
“But in my current state I shall die before I reach there…unless…”
“Unless what?” Morgana asked; her lips trembling.
“Unless you provide that power FOR me,” Omni said calmly, “Your mind is an interesting one, Morgana…and I can make all your fantasies come true. Just let me spend a short while with you and we can go?”

“Do it!” said Beevor, “It means I won’t have to do anything else.”
“I’m out of here,” Ivan said apathetically, “This is too much for me to handle.”
“YOU ARE NOT LEAVING!” roared Omni.
“Do as he says,” Cliff added.
“Go ahead, Morgana,” Charlie said.
“Take one for the team,” Rachel commented.
“Oh, alright!” Morgana sighed, “Let’s get this over with.”

Morgana crossed her arms over her chest again; her purple spandex suit exploded away. All that remained were her boots, silver arm-blades, and shoulder armor. Everything else had vanished. Omni slowly extended his tentacles (except for Morgana’s precise slash he had regenerated all of his limbs) and wrapped them around Morgana’s arms. Two tentacles worked their way inside the sorceress as purple smoke enshrouded her. A-Squad lost sight of Morgana – she had vanished into the mist.

Morgana’s eyes became watery. Her eyelids were heavy and her vision was fading. A warm feeling passed over her body as she saw the world before her dissolve away into a familiar setting. Omni was now in total control of her body and mind; Morgana let the fantasy begin. Anything had to be better than the current situation she was in.
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Morgana looked down at her body. She was wearing only the spandex part of her battle suit. No arm-blades, no boots, no gloves, no helmet and no armor. She was walking barefoot across the soft grounds of the woods; she couldn’t shake the feeling she’d been here before. “Morgana…” a friendly voice called out her name. Morgana leaned in and heard it again. “Morgana!”

She walked through the woods at a brisk pace. The voice was warm, soothing and inviting like the sun shining through the treetops. She had to follow it and see who it belonged to. Morgana could see a large tree just ahead. She’d have to go around it to continue onward. When she reached the base of the trunk she stopped in her tracks. Morgana would need to go no further. She’d found…HER.

“I was wondering when you’d get here.” The voice had belonged to Elizabeth “Z” Delgado! “I’ve been waiting all day.” Morgana looked at Z closely. She too was barefoot; dressed only in her SPD training uniform. A yellow tank top with “SPD” on it in black, a gray undershirt, and a pair of blue jeans was all Z was wearing. Her brown hair and brown eyes shone like a crystalline summer lake in the sunshine.

“What am I doing here?” Morgana asked, still confused.
“It’s just you and me,” Z said as she touched Morgana’s shoulder, “What else?” When Morgana looked down Z’s hand was pulling on her spandex. The purple material slid over her shoulder. Morgana felt it go lower until her breasts sprung free from their fabric-enclosed prison. Z licked her lips; her eyes met Morgana’s nipples.
“This is PARADISE!” Morgana sighed heavily as Z cupped her globes. Next thing Morgana knew she was bending back from the sheer amount of heat and energy coursing through her body.

Z slowly moved her tongue about Morgana’s areola until the pink bud hardened to her touch. She repeated the process with the other one before finally latching onto the left and suckling. Morgana had never felt better in her life. As Z continued to fondle Morgana’s breasts she pulled down her spandex ever further until the sorceress was dressed in nothing.

“Now why don’t you do me?” Z asked as she whisked off her training top in one swift motion. Morgana gasped as what she had always wanted to see appeared before her. Z’s were the perkiest pair she’d ever seen. Morgana opened her mouth and began to feast on the pert pink pair before her. Z sighed in excitement.

After minutes of slurping sounds and contented moans, Morgana dropped even lower. Z said nothing and let Morgana do her work. When Delgado let out one final sigh she collapsed to her knees and turned to Morgana. “I’ll finish things off,” she winked, “until tomorrow.”

Morgana lay back on the soft grass and felt Z run her fingers down her waist until they reached that point she’d always wanted them to reach. Her body tensed and became warmer with every passing second. Her hair stood up and her body released. When she opened her eyes to gaze at Z’s expression something began to happen with the world around her. It started off slowly…

The grass vanished from the ground; Morgana felt her back land on something hard. The trees faded away; they blinked on and off at random intervals. Z’s voice lingered as the world started to get watery once more. Morgana could still feel her body ascending to that paramount of pleasure she wished to reach even if the world around her spoke otherwise.

“This was fun, Morgana,” said Z as her voice took on an echoing quality, “Maybe we can do it again sometime…time…time…” Morgana felt a white-hot explosion go off in her groin as her eyelids closed and let her fall back into the world of sleep. Z’s fingers began to feel cold, damp…slimy. The fantasy was over; she was leaving paradise. At least, she thought, I was able to live this for a little while…
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“What did she see?” asked Cliff.
“The image her heart desired,” spoke Omni, “and with Morgana’s energy,” the last bit of purple light moved through his tentacles and into his brain, “I can come with you to the Terror. Take the girls and lead me to your spacecraft.”

Cliff took Charlie over his shoulder and walked forward. Ivan did the same with Rachel while Beevor took Morgana with him. Omni detached himself from the environment and floated slowly after them as you would expect a giant brain to. The trip was uneventful. Omni took a spot in the cargo bay of A-Squad’s ship and Morgana, Charlie and Rachel were changed into fresh dresses and uniforms.

Partway back, though, Morgana would lose her memory of everything that happened on her visit with Omni, up to and including her Z-filled fantasy. Beevor, after another power nap, walked into the front of the ship with something in his hand. It looked like a gun, except the barrel had been replaced with a claw-like device fitted with a laser.

“Pardon me, Haywood,” Beevor asked, “but what is this ‘Memory Neuralyzer’ I found?” The walrus was completely unaware he was haphazardly pointing the gun at Morgana’s face.

“The Memory Neuralyzer,” Charlie explained, “neutralizes all memory synapses from a certain amount of time.” Beevor, intrigued by Charlie’s science lesson, pressed down on the Neuralyzer’s trigger without notice, “in short, it erases someone’s memory. SPD pioneered this technology, but only uses it in times of extreme crisis or emergency. One is required on every space vessel as a precaution.”

Charlie turned her head and saw Morgana slumped back in her chair. She was dizzily spinning her head; her eyes were turned upward. Beevor slapped the girl in purple once across the back of her head to get her to wake up. Morgana stirred to her senses, realized she was onboard with the A-Squad, and asked where they were going like the child she wished to be.

“Uh…” Ivan said blankly.
“She doesn’t remember,” Cliff whispered to Beevor, “You erased her memory.”
“I know!” Rachel chimed in, “Listen, Morgana, we were just returning from a successful invasion of Thelios. Gruumm will be very pleased with us.”
“Okay,” said Morgana snippily and skeptically, “but…it still feels like there’s something I’m forgetting…”
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A-Squad docked at the Terror and walked into Gruumm’s central chamber. Morgana sat down on the room’s railing while Charlie explained their mission had been a success. “Omni has been retrieved and brought to your ship, sir.”
“Who?” Morgana asked.
“Nobody…important…” Gruumm growled, “Morgana, go to your room!”
“You can’t treat me like this!” she yelled back at the one who had raised her, “I’m a grown woman…I am your equal!”
“MORGANA! TO YOUR ROOM!”

Morgana walked off in a huff and never inquired any further who Omni was. Just after she had left Charlie asked Gruumm a question. “What is our next mission, Emperor? We’re willing to do whatever it takes to subvert the goals of SPD.” Rachel silently laughed to herself about this. The very thought of slipping up their replacements, the B-Squad, amused and excited her.

“For my Magnificence,” Gruumm slowly began, “I will need two…critical…elements. The first is the energy-giving jewel known as tryxirium, and the second the invincible metal called titanium. A massive supply of both can be found in the Gamma system on the storage planet Gamma-4. That is where you must go.”

“Gamma-4 for tryxirium and titanium, understood,” Charlie relayed, “We won’t return until we’ve completed this mission for you. A-Squad, MOVE OUT!” They boarded their ship (sans Morgana’s smaller spacecraft and the giant brain) and set coordinates for Gamma-4. Gruumm laughed to himself after they had departed.

“And to think…” he spoke, “Cruger’s most prized Rangers shall be directly responsible for the fall of his entire organization. Never has there been…a sweeter victory.”
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Morgana tossed and turned on the hammock in her room. “What am I forgetting?” she growled through clenched teeth, “I…I…” a warm feeling still flowed through her body and a candid snapshot of Z was placed on the table, “…of course,” she remembered, “that’s what I’m forgetting. I’ll make sure we’re together someday, Z…for real.”

Morgana fell asleep to the sound of roaring spaceship engines outside.
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On the next (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad

In the parts of the universe they have yet to invade, SPD’s A-Squad is still hailed as heroes. Gamma-4 is one of those places. Knowing their status the elite squad goes undercover, but all hell will break loose when their transformation under the Troobian Empire comes to light.

Gamma-4: They’re Not The…!

[Romanus]

Amazing, keep it up. One problem though, don't ever make Omni have sex with Charlie/Rachel/Morgana ever again. It was just wierd, apart from that Morgana and Z, now that's a pair I'd like to see. Omni on the other hand is a brain. No more needs to be said. Don't take this personnaly, I just don't approve of Omni and sex, full stop. Keep this up.

[ephraimranger]

"Sadly", the only times we'll ever have a Morgana and Z Sex scene is in Morgana's dreams, there's no room in the series for the real thing (unless you count the timline where SPD falls). One sex scene surprised me though, not because the details were wierd like Omni, but because there were no details. All we got from the Rachel and Kat scene was "oh, OH" Closed door " OH " and then a tired but pleased "I'm promoting you to B-Squad".

[Romanus]

Yeah I agree. Hey Green Ninja, d'you think maybe you could have a flashback ep at some point. Y'know maybe a last sort of question for the A-Squad, do they or don't they destroy SPD. A penultimate episode as it were.

[PHAETON]

Great Ep Green Ninja, your character description of Morgana was very well thought out and Keep it comming

[GreenNinja]

They're not the...musical number?
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Gamma-4: They’re Not The…!

In the grand scheme of things Gamma-4 was a worthless planet. It had been colonized into a storage world and only recently had its cities constructed. Yet, even the people there had heard of the A-Squad. Five perfect people giving it their all to save humanity with burning hearts of justice. None on the planet knew that A-Squad had since changed sides and taken up serving for Emperor Gruumm. Their ship was spotted by scientists in the planet’s observatory when the shuttlecraft flew into Gamma-4’s airspace.

“THIS is Gamma-4?” Charlie sneered disgustingly, “Rather pitiful planet Gruumm sent us to.”
“It’s our mission to be here,” Cliff said, “what will be, will be.”
“We can’t just go down there,” Ivan said, “they still think we’re the good guys!”
“That’s why I took the liberty of preparing fake IDs for us!” Beevor chimed in. He took out five plastic cards with A-Squad’s pictures and factitious information on them from his pocket. They looked professional, and very much so.

Each A-Squadder looked at their name and information in puzzlement and surprise. “Let’s see…” Charlie started; “I’m…Shapely Kiwi?” she looked to Beevor Smith, “What kind of a name is that?” The others weren’t much better off. Beevor had supplied them all with fake names – but he never specified if they were GOOD fake names.

“I’m…Koichi’s Wife?” Rachel questioned, “Don’t I have a nickname?”
“Yes,” Beevor said, “We can call you Tamara.”
“I’m Black Stuntie,” Cliff said, “Is this s’posed to be sayin’ somethin’ about me?”
“Yours makes sense, at least,” Ivan sneered, “I’m Marty Kalish.”
“I find it fitting,” added Beevor, “and if anybody asks, I’m Aronowitz Makeup. You can call me Arnie for short.”
“If we’re going undercover, shouldn’t we be, you know, undercover?” asked Rachel.

“All set for that,” Charlie said, “all SPD ships have a closet of plainclothes for situations such as these.” She pushed a button along the wall and watched a compartment of the ship open up. Inside was a wide variety of clothing that would allow A-Squad to blend into almost any situation. Everyone chose their disguise, changed and was ready to go within five minutes. They didn’t care that they’d changed in front of one another – everything had been seen before.

Charlie was going in a Greco-Roman toga and gladiator’s outfit; Cliff was adorned in a sparkly jacket, bellbottom pants, and a large, black afro wig; Rachel dressed in a sailor fuku and tied her hair into a pigtail; Ivan…was in a yellow dress and blonde wig. Beevor’s disguise, the simplest, consisted of nothing more than a multicolored beach ball.

“Why am I crossdressing?” Ivan asked.
“You chose the costume yourself, man,” Cliff replied.
“Let’s go!” Rachel said as she struck a henshin hero-like pose.
“What are you going as, Smith?” Charlie asked as Beevor flung aside the last of his uniform.
“A cute performing walrus,” Beevor replied, “or if that doesn’t work,” he dragged along a spare set of clothes (a film-noir detective’s trenchcoat and hat) behind him, “just call me Deep Tooth. Oh, and one last thing,” Beevor added.

“What?” Charlie asked.
“We’ll need to complete these disguises with one final touch,” Beevor took out several pairs of shades, “sunglasses. They speak of coolness.”
“Uh, Hoji?” Rachel counted, “There are six pairs of shades here.”
“I’m aware of that,” Beevor stated as he put on two sets of sunglasses; a pair each on his two sets of green eyes. Rachel had figured out now why he’d done that.
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The somewhat unusual five walked across the city streets of Gamma-4. Beevor, deciding Deep Tooth (he kept the beach ball) was a better disguise than the performing walrus, put strut in his step as he paraded down the city streets. He reached the center of the square when a man pulled him aside.

“You, sir, look like you have a secret or two,” said the brown-haired man in a whisper, “I work for the Gamma Gazette, and the input of a secret agent such as yourself would come in handy. Now, tell me, what is your name?”

“I go by many names,” Beevor said dramatically, “some call me Deep Tooth. Some call me the Fanged Bandit. But you can call me…” he gave emphasis and oomph to the last two words, “Aronowitz…Makeup.”
“Right this way, Mr. Makeup,” said the man, “This won’t take long, I promise.”
“I’ll be back later!” Beevor called out, “Enjoy yourselves!”
“NOT NOW, SMITH!” Rachel said as she stomped over to Beevor and grabbed him by the neck of his trenchcoat. “You’re staying with us!”

“Don’t you have class to get to?” asked the man, “Hands off, four-eyes!”
“I’m not insulting YOU, am I?” gargled Arnie Makeup, “I wear two pairs of sunglasses because it makes me look cool! Twice as cool as you are! Do not deny the coolness!”
“I was talking to the schoolgirl,” the man replied.

No one dared to mess with Charlie in her getup, but Ivan found that acting like Tekkan Aira would have its consequences. A Triforian girl had already wanted to give him a makeover while a Karovan man (on vacation to Gamma-4) was flirting with Ivan. He was starting to become EXTREMELY uncomfortable from this. “Why did I have to wear this stupid disguise?” Ivan asked to himself, “IDIOT!”

Rachel, wanting to maintain the façade, walked over to Cliff and tugged on his arm. “Isoge, afro-kun,” she spoke in perfect Japanese, “we must go explore the city!” Cliff looked over at Charlie and nodded. His eyes temporarily flashed green; Charlie knew what he was saying.

“People of Gamma-4,” Charlie announced, “We are not who we said we are.” She threw off her gladiator clothes to reveal her A-Squad uniform. How that was possible no one knew, but the laws of physics were regularly subverted in the universe A-Squad lived in.
“Kiwi, stop breaking character!” Beevor whispered.

“She’s right,” said Ivan, “for instance, I’m not a woman!” His dress was thrown aside to reveal his yellow A-Squad uniform. The Triforian girl still wanted to give him a makeover, and the Karovan man was shocked beyond belief.
“Marty Kalish, I’m ashamed of you!” Beevor roared.

“They right,” Cliff added, “It’s time for this disco duck to take off the disguise and boogie on down with his true self.” The afro and 70s clothes revealed a green A-Squad uniform underneath.
“Black Stuntie, don’t you remember the good times?” Beevor choked, “When we were…friends?”

“Now it all comes off!” Rachel exclaimed, “This is me!” Her schoolgirl outfit revealed sheer pink lingerie…THEN her A-Squad uniform. Beevor’s upper set of eyes focused on Rachel’s sudden change, but his lower set reflected sadness.
“Koichi’s Wife, you’re still hot,” Beevor whispered, “but Tamara, why did you have to join them? Ugh, fine!”

Beevor threw his trenchcoat and sunglasses off. “I am not who I said I was, I’m not! We are the A-Squad, and we’ve come here to…” he never would finish his sentence. The suited five were familiar to everyone on Gamma-4, including those who had come here on vacation. Their Delta Morphers were around their belts as were the Gruummunicators. They were ready for anything.

“It’s them!” exclaimed a random person.
“The A-Squad!” said another.
“They’ve come to visit us!” another added.
“GO, BEEVOR!” yelled the last one.
“I HAVE FANS!” he yelled back.

The following events are best described as “A-Squad Day.” Praises were sung of their past missions and long, boring speeches were given in their honor. Arnie Makeup discussed having a statue built in the center of the city on his honor, but that was well out of possibility in spite of the massive amount of resources stockpiled on the planet. Charlie came up to the stage when she was asked at the end of the day.

“Thank you for holding this celebration for us,” Charlie began. Her voice resonated across the city, “Our trip to Gamma-4, while unprecedented, has brought many great things. It has reminded us of the times we’ve been through, good and bad, and how close our bonds have remained since then. We must now look to the future.

“Who knows where A-Squad will be 15 years from now? Will we still be defending the galaxy from criminals? Will we have returned to normal lives and let a new, fresh group take our place? There is one thing I am certain of, though…our friendship will not have faded. We shall continue to stay together through the years because…because…”

Charlie whispered “A-Squad” under her breath. Red spirals of energy surrounded her body as she returned to Ranger form. She slowly pulled out her Custom Firearm from behind her back and aimed the barrel of it at the crowds. A unanimous gasp sounded through the streets of Gamma-4. Charlie snickered and pressed the trigger. The gun began to whir; then it died down.

“…because you’re giving us what we want,” she threatened, “We need every gem of tryxirium and every ounce of titanium you have on this planet. Make with the goods or your precious A-Squad will have to take it BY FORCE!” Ivan, Cliff, Rachel and Beevor transformed immediately afterward. They knew what they were doing…and they had just started a riot in the city.
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The city had since been damaged from the riots. Two days had passed and A-Squad had set up headquarters inside a tucked-away abandoned warehouse. No matter where you go in the universe, you can ALWAYS find an Abandoned Warehouse District. Nobody knows why, but there always is one.

Extensively detailed maps of the city were plastered to the wall; a smaller map was on a table. Charlie used A-Squad figures (they were given out during the celebration) to represent her team. Krybots in various colors (up to and including pink) represented hapless Gamma-4 civilians. Cliff stood guard with his SPD Blaster outside the warehouse while Beevor and Ivan napped. Rachel, dressed in skimpy, industrial-camo-colored military fatigues, stood at Charlie’s side.

“So, what’s the plan for today, chief?” she asked.
“We’ve snatched one box each of the elements,” Charlie began, “but I feel they may be planning a strike against us. We’ll attack town square today. The four of you take the A-Tank down to 5th Avenue and arrive from the four cardinal directions. I’ll take the A-Cycle and jump from the skyscraper. Then all hell breaks loose.”

“Nobody’s daring to come near, Haywood,” Cliff said as he walked in and saluted, “The area’s totally safe. Also, may I request to drive the A-Tank for the counterstrike mission? I feel that these two,” he sneered at the sleeping Blue and Yellow Rangers, “are unworthy to pilot such a vehicle in their state.”

“Thanks, Jones,” Charlie said, “We’ll consider it.”
“YO, LANE! SMITH! WAKE UP!” Rachel yelled. Charlie grabbed her by her shirt collar and whispered something in her ear.
“Are you TRYING to give away our location? This is a freakin’ full-scale, all-out intercity war! If the coordinates of our headquarters were leaked to ANYBODY, we’d be dead faster than you can say ‘Mora’.”

Ivan and Beevor had woken from their slumber; the first sight their eyes saw was Charlie whispering in Rachel’s ear. When Charlie stopped she looked at the now-awakened Yellow and Blue Rangers and snapped “What do you want?” They said nothing. Charlie went through the plan of attack once more, and when the sun began to rise to its apex in the sky A-Squad loaded into their vehicles and charged towards the center of the city. It was time.
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Far away, on the other side of Gamma-4, was the outpost of The Rebellion. Next to it was the headquarters of the Anti-A-Squad forces. The Rebellion’s music was starting to grate on their nerves (and was also making it very tough to prepare to go into battle). A man with black hair, pale skin, and a look of constant aggravation looked out from the AAS’s window and yelled to The Rebellion.

“Will you kids keep your music down? We’re trying to plan here!”
“Sorry!” yelled The Rebellion’s lead guitarist.
“Now, as I was saying,” spoke the Screamy Guy to the Anti-A-Squad forces, “what do we know about them?”
“Almost everything,” chimed in his lead field commander.
“Well, why don’t you TELL ME THEN?!” the Screamy Guy dressed in black yelled back at him.

The lead field commander, who was a woman, surprisingly, stepped forward and spilled a collection of newspaper clippings from her luggage onto the city map. Pictures of A-Squad in various victory poses, accentuated by articles in all languages, became visible to the planning counterstrike team. The lead field commander picked up a random newspaper clipping and read.

“Charlene Haywood, an athletic and strong-headed girl, is A-Squad’s Red Ranger. She prides herself on her collection of trophies, her training regiment, and her position as the world’s first female Red Ranger.” The lead commander went to the next paragraph. Someone in the corner was jotting notes on the A-Squad for their counterstrike.

“Rachel Motohime, A-Squad’s Pink Ranger, was a model and entertainer before taking up her current position. Her personal goal in life is to prove that all Pink Rangers are not wastes of space that contribute nothing to society. Rachel is often seen with Red Ranger Charlie for reasons unknown.” She moved onto Ivan’s.

“Ivan Lane, son of entrepreneur Mark Lane and jeweler Natasha Stone has always had the finest in life. His sense of diplomacy, coupled with his good appearance and Yellow Ranger position leaves some questioning his true identity. Ivan is dedicated to the A-Squad like no other.” Onward to Beevor’s.

“Muytyyyyhrterp Hojiwerwast Cahgristefsssted Pilloktyrrwanio Smith, better known as Beevor, hails from the world of Aqua-20. His knowledge of other alien lifeforms is critical to the team. He says that his fangs could cut through reinforced steel, but this has yet to be proven.” Cliff’s was the least informative.

“Cliff Jones is the A-Squad Green Ranger.” That was it. Nobody knew anything about him, and thus the insurgency wouldn’t either. With their own battle plans marked out the Anti-A-Squad Forces set out to the center of the city. They had no clue what today held in store, but good or bad, they would have to go through with it.

It was an all-out war.
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The sun slowly descended on the streets of Gamma-4’s city. The A-Tank was parked just outside the boundaries. Cliff, Ivan, Rachel and Beevor each waited at a city corner while Charlie stood on her A-Cycle on top of the city’s largest skyscraper. They were all morphed and prepared for battle. The “click” of the Custom Firearms could be faintly heard echoing around the buildings.

The Anti-A-Squad Forces marched into town with their laser guns armed and over their shoulder. The Rebellion, playing their first gig, were in the center of the city and completely unaware of the fierce brawl about to ensue. The Rebellion assumed their next-door neighbors had come to watch them play, but that wasn’t the case.

“They’re here…” whispered Screamy Guy in an odd display of not-screaming, “…I smell it.”

Far away from the center square Beevor was examining himself. “Okay, I know my radar picked up something. Come in Haywood, this is the Beevor; I have important news to give you. The leader of the Anti-A-Squad-Former-Fans-Forces just said he can smell me. The jig is up. We should initiate the attack.”

“Thanks for the heads-up, Smith,” Charlie replied, “attention all A-Squadders…into action! GO!” Charlie revved the handlebar of the A-Cycle and prepared for her moment. From the four cardinal directions the A-Squad Blue, Green, Yellow and Pink Rangers walked out with their Custom Firearms in hand. Beevor had to excuse himself through the line of counterstrike forces before meeting with the others.

“A-Squad Counterstrike, GO!” yelled Screamy Guy. Laser blasts from the Anti-A-Squad Forces and bullets from the Custom Firearms ricocheted off of buildings and walls until the city became covered in a dense cloud of black smoke. A-Squad’s uniforms and the all-black fatigues of the counterstrike team made this new ravaged environ an all-the-more interesting battlefield. All of it was set to a heavy metal soundtrack played by the unaware band on stage.

They could have been hiding anywhere. In the shadows, next to a poster; virtually anywhere was a valued hiding spot. To think was all for the tryxirium and titanium stored away in or near the city’s Abandoned Warehouse District. Screamy Guy, wanting backup against SPD’s own forces, found a working video terminal and called the SPD-Earth headquarters. If anybody knew what to do about A-Squad running rampant it was Cruger and Kat.

"This is Gamma-4! Come in HQ, you gotta do somethin'!” he pleaded, “Please help us! We need your help!” his trainsmission was beginning to fade out. He had to warn the Commander and top scientist that A-Squad had taken a turn for the worse, “They're not the...!" His connection terminated. Screamy Guy kept pounding on the video terminal in hopes he could get his message through.

“They’re not the! They’re not the!” he heard the whirring of a firearm behind him and turned to see A-Squad. Their faces were stone-cold and emotionless. Their black-and-Ranger-colored Custom Firearms were pointing at his face. Charlie, the leader, stepped forward and pointed the Firearm at Screamy Guy’s face. A smirk crossed her lips.

“We’re not the what?” a roaring, wailing, heavy-metal guitar beat began to kick up in the background courtesy of The Rebellion. Screamy Guy’s lips trembled as he tried to come up with a response. As the music hit the first note of its chorus he replied. “THEY’RE NOT THE SAME!” Music began to ring out across the city; Screamy Guy sang along with it.

They’re not the same!
They’re completely different!
Everything about them has changed!
You are Cruger’s A-Squad
But someway and somehow
You’ve become completely deranged!

What do you want with this?
Why should we give you this?
Aren’t you supposed to protect the galaxy?
Why are you something you’re not?!

In fear Screamy Guy ran and turned a corner. Charlie grabbed him by his arms, put him in a headlock, and spun him into the wall. The music changed to an “Eye of the Tiger”-like beat as Charlie added her own verse to the song. She pointed at a poster of Cruger hanging on the side of a building and proclaimed her thoughts.

We’re not the same
We’ve changed up our game
Found out that working for Cruger was lame
So the time, it had come
To join Emperor Gruumm
And who is to say that we are to blame?

Now give up the jewels!
Give up the steel!
The most priceless treasures in the galaxy!
Or we’ll have to take it by force!

Screamy Guy freed himself from Charlie’s headlock and fled towards the edges of the city. He stopped at a battle-ravaged beach to find Beevor dancing to the now-tropical Hawaiian beat atop a rock. A pair of clamshells served as maracas of sorts. Screamy Guy could’ve sworn he saw a tentacle protruding from Beevor’s grass skirt, but the tropical music beat the Odebenid sang to captured his attention more.

I am still the same
People can’t say my name
I don’t know which species of seafood am I
I feel completely inept
Compared to Omni’s tentacles
He does things of which I could only dream!

But, yes, I am bad
There are fun times to be had
Across this universe’s galaxy!
A-Squad Blue, he is me!

He left the beach in a hurry and found himself confronted with cliff at the city’s entrance. The music switched to an eerie wail that sent fear down Screamy Guy’s spine. Cliff sung his verse of the song in a native tongue that Screamy Guy didn’t understand a lick of. “Pardon me, can you repeat that?” he and Beevor spoke together. Cliff looked down at Screamy Guy.

“Fine, I’ll sing it in English,” he said, “now listen close!”

We ain’t the same
Hardly as tame
I beat up a cop and I’ll do it again
The gods demand
A sacrifice is at hand
Gamma-4 looks to be good.

Now carry out Omni’s tasks
Do what the Emperor asks
We’re the most badass in the galaxy!
The choice is simply yours

Screamy Guy knew the streets of the city well. He ducked into an alleyway and found himself confronted with none other than Ivan Lane. Ivan, his shirt ripped off to expose his muscular physique and his Custom Firearm in hand, advanced toward Screamy as a victorious trumpet sound kicked up in the background. For a man as manly as Ivan seemed, he could sing pretty darn well.

I’m no longer the same
I’m in on Gruumm’s evil plan
Let them know once and for all I am a MAN!
My forehead isn’t blued
I do not say “Dude!”
Yellow Thunder doesn’t come to my call.

But I’ve got the balls
Even when against the wall
I’m the manliest man in the galaxy!
And none of you forget it!

The alleyway wasn’t safe at all. Screamy Guy muttered something under his breath for being stupid as he turned into a mysteriously pink-lit theater. He caught his breath, sat down in a chair, and saw the lights flash on onstage. The tune in the background switched to a slow, seductive, sultry, sensual saxophone beat. Rachel Motohime rose from a trapdoor in her schoolgirl getup.

“Welcome to your final performance,” Rachel said as she took out not her Custom Firearm, but a bottle of lotion. She threw off the schoolgirl uniform to reveal her pink lingerie again and slowly advanced toward Screamy Guy while singing all the while. Maybe this theater really WAS the only safe place in town.

I’m not the same
No innocent girl in pink
By being evil I’ve turned up the kink
Do almost anything
To bring you great pleasure
I’m busting my bust out to its greatest measure

A modern Aphrodite
I’ll hold you tightly
The greatest lover in the galaxy!
Go and take me!

Rachel was about to lower Screamy Guy’s trousers and give him the greatest love session of his life, but he had fled from the theater shortly after Rachel’s portion of the musical number concluded. Screamy Guy returned to the city square. The Rebellion kicked up their original beat as the five members of A-Squad converged on their target, Custom Firearms out, for a final attack.

A-Squad and Screamy Guy exchanged barbs through music.

We’re not the same
YOU FOOLS HAVE GONE EVIL!
The Dark Side’s the right side and that’s where we’ll stay!
YOU SHOULD BE CONFINED!
Stop wasting our time!
SPD’S GOT THE MESSAGE!
Do we look like we care?

That day will be soon
The day we rule the galaxy!
THIS IS WRONG! THIS IS WRONG!
THEY ARE NOT THE SAME!

“Oh, fine,” Screamy Guy said, “You’ve got us surrounded. We surrender.” The Abandoned Warehouse District’s tryxirium and titanium resources were taken and packed to be delivered to A-Squad’s ship. Charlie and Rachel prepared the ship for departure while the boys made sure every last gem and gram of the materials made it in.

“You’re not moving fast enough!” Beevor said as a man lugged a heavy crate of the materials into the ship, “We need to deliver all this stuff to Gruumm by sometime soon! KEEP LUGGING!” Cliff and Ivan played off each other in a good cop/bad cop fashion to achieve the same results.

Gamma-4 could be marked down as an unparalleled success.
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A-Squad reclined in their chairs and relaxed. Their shuttlecraft was flying across the cosmos towards the Terror for their next mission. As far as they were concerned the full cargo bay in the back meant the mission had been pulled off with flying colors. Cliff exited the cargo bay and reported to his comrades.

“All boxes and bags present and accounted for. Gruumm will be most pleased with these things…whatever he needs dem for.” Cliff sat down just as the video screen turned staticy and displayed Gruumm’s face. The skeletal overlord issued his next command to the elite team he had so carefully employed.

“Hello, A-Squad,” he slowly growled.
“Yo,” Rachel said calmly.
“Hello, Emperor,” Charlie spoke slowly.
“Why you calling?” Beevor asked.
“We’ve completed our mission on Gamma-4,” Ivan stated.

“I am aware of that,” Gruummm said, “but Omni demands one last object before my plan is complete. I am looking for this,” a futuristic device showed on the screen, “they call it a Synthesis Engine. It can effectively fuse multiple objects into a completely new material greater than the sum of its parts. This is a rare find, but if you can retrieve one you shall be greatly rewarded.”

“Got it,” replied Cliff, “a Synthesis Engine. We’re going to head to your ship and drop off the supplies first. Coordinates set.” A-Squad continued to enjoy their trip uninterrupted, but the day had taken its toll on them. All of them collapsed into their chairs and fell asleep. Had they been awake they wouldn’t have believed their eyes.

A swirling funnel of light was in the path of A-Squad’s ship. The radar didn’t pick it up since it was a 4-dimensional object rather than a 3-dimensional one. The shuttlecraft drove into the wormhole with its boosters flaring at full strength. The ship was surrounded by an aura of multicolored light until it itself became a glowing mass of energy.

A-Squad’s ship had been transported across time and space. Its destination in time and fate were uncertain. A-Squad would have to be ready when they woke up.
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On the next (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad

Andros, Carlos, TJ, Ashley, Cassie and Zhane. They are the Space Rangers, and they find A-Squad’s helmets VERY familiar. SPD’s elite team adjusts to their new time and place only to run across the Synthesis Engine. How does Andros’ almost-bipolar sister factor into this? Will anyone get inside the circle? Will A-Squad get home?

Power Rangers in Space Patrol Delta

[TBF]

To quote Peter Griffin, "Freakin' sweet!"

[Faqa]

Let's see....

Lesbianism, tentacle hentai, naked blubbery aliens, musicals in the middle of an attack, Yellow Ranger emulating Kirk....

I don't know what you're smoking, GreenNinja, but I WANT SOME!!!!!!

[GreenNinja]

In which I invoke Wormhole, Observe the Viewing Globe, RangerKing's TLC Interview, and other things that I may have forgotten since my writing of it. Enjoy.
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Power Rangers in Space Patrol Delta

How often is it you wake up in another time? This is, admittedly, a rare phenomenon, but the writer is only trying to make you think. It also has to do with the story. A-Squad, SPD’s (former) elite, (currently) evil team had by pure happenchance gone through a wormhole and ended up here. This area of space held no visible differences, so as far as they knew they were still drifting through the cosmos in the year 2025.

A-Squad jolted awake when their shuttle slammed into the side of a blue-and-red spacecraft much larger than their own. The back of the massive starship opened up and released a tractor beam. A-Squad tried to resist the pull, but in the end figured things would go more peaceably if they were allowed onboard this foreign ship. The tractor beam let up when A-Squad’s own ship landed beside a blue-and-white space shuttle.

“SPD?” questioned a man’s voice from the distance, “What’s SPD?”
“DECA doesn’t recognize it,” said another, “we’ll have to investiage for ourselves.”
“There were traces of Ranger energy,” a girl’s voice echoed, “maybe it’s one or more of the Zeo Rangers from Earth?”
“Why would Tommy be flying a spacecraft marked with ‘SPD’?” a third man’s voice spoke up, “It has to be someone new.”
“We’re almost there, we can find out for ourselves,” a second girl’s voice added.

A-Squad stood around impatiently until the five voices were given human identities. Each one of the persons before them was dressed in a silver jacket and pants with a Ranger-colored shirt beneath. Morphers were on their wrists and a perplexed look crossed their faces. The one in red, a man with long, streaked hair, approached Ivan.

“I’m Andros,” he said, “I take it you would be the captain of this vessel?”
“Ivan,” Ivan replied as he shook his hand, “but no, I’m not the captain.”
“Then who is?” asked a brownish-blonde-haired girl in yellow.
“That would be me, Andros,” Charlie said, “Charlie Haywood, leader of SPD’s A-Squad and Red Ranger.”
“Red Ranger….you….?” Andros asked in shock, “HOW?!”
“I applied for the position and I got it,” Charlie said, “Any more questions?”
“I have one!” Ivan blurted out.
“What is it, Lane?” Charlie said.
“Why’s your girl trying to steal the keys to the spacecraft?”

Ashley peeked out from A-Squad’s ship, blushed, and ran back to Andros’ side. “Sorry, Andros,” she said, “I was just….looking,” her face didn’t tell the truth, “wanted to see what model of ship they had.”
“Are those our keys in your pocket?” Ivan asked.
“Right, they are…” Ashley said, “Here.” She muttered something under her breath while handing the keys back to Ivan. He had no idea why.

A short distance away Cliff was talking with the man in black, Carlos. Both had very little to say. Beside them were the respective Blue Rangers of each team. Beevor opened his mouth and advanced towards TJ’s neck. TJ was the black man dressed in Blue for the Space Rangers.

“NO!” Cliff snapped as he grabbed Beevor’s fangs, “Don’t do that!”
“I was just going to give him my world’s traditional greeting,” Beevor said through pained teeth.
“You were GOING to bite my head off,” TJ said angrily.
“Sorry,” Beevor said, “I still don’t know much about your humans and your ways.”
“Why is there an alien on your team?” Carlos asked.
“Isn’t there one on yours?” Cliff replied.
“Two, actually,” Carlos answered, “Zhane’s still sleeping.”
“Then what right do you have to go insulting Smith like that?”
“Well, I messed up on that one,” Carlos said in a tone of self-pity, “My mistake.”

The last two to talk were Rachel and Cassie. Rachel’s eyes had been examining Cassie’s body since she first laid eyes on the girl, and the smirk on Motohime’s face meant she was pleased. Before Rachel was to begin her flirting she asked Cassie the question on everyone’s mind.

“What year is this?”
“It’s 1998,” Cassie said, “Why do you ask?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Rachel whispered, “but A-Squad is from the year 2025.”
“2025?” Cassie shouted in surprise.
“Yes, we’re from the future,” Rachel said, “but that doesn’t matter.” She extended her arms and placed her hands on Cassie’s chest, “I haven’t seen another Asian Pink Ranger in all my days. You’re the first, Cassie.”

The sensation of Rachel’s hands running across her body enticed Cassie; she and the others knew the terrible and sexy secret of holding Ranger powers. If Rachel’s action was any indication A-Squad must have had them as well. “A spike,” Cassie thought to herself, “one’s coming any moment now. I wonder if Rachel’s aware of that. The Morphing Grid’s power enhances your hormones and….everyone knows the rest.”

“If you two are done, we’re going to meet Zhane now,” Andros commented, “but keep me away from the one with the teeth.” Beevor had already tied a bandana around his face to cover his massive white fangs. Rachel forced her hands off Cassie and regrouped with the others, but Cassie grabbed her by the arm and whispered in her ear.

“Maybe not now, maybe not later, but I want you to stay close to me. Understand that?” Rachel nodded in approval. She and Cassie were bonding already.
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Zhane from KO-35 was known as many things. Ladies’ man. Pretty-boy. Silver Ranger. Zhane was reclining in his chair on the Astro Megaship’s deck when the Space Rangers and A-Squad entered. All sat down. Zhane woke up and realized the deck was fuller than usual.

“Who are the new guys?” Zhane asked of Andros.
“The SPD A-Squad,” the voice of DECA, the computer, replied, “Of course, I’m only going by what they said, so I’m not really sure. Even my systems can’t recognize them. They’re too technologically advanced.”
“My family still goes hunting, gathering and fishing back on my home world!” Beevor blurted. Strange looks were shot in his direction.

“Anyway, what are you doing here?” Andros asked, “We’re the only Ranger team still in existence. There couldn’t be another.”
“What about the Seijuu Sentai Gingaman?” Cliff said, “Records show they existed around this time.”
“The who?” TJ arched an eyebrow at the question.
“You know, the Star-Beast Task Force Ginga Man, protector of the forests!” Ivan said as he struck a pose, “GingaYellow! Hikaru!”

“That reminds me…” Ashley said, “Tideus aside, I don’t think there’s ever been a male Yellow Ranger.”
“There’s Dustin,” Ivan replied.
“Who?” Ivan had the strange looks this time.
“The Yellow Ninja Storm Ranger,” Ivan replied, “Y’know, Dustin Brooks?”
“Aisha was the Yellow Ninja Ranger,” Andros said, “and she wasn’t a man.”
“I can testify to that!” TJ said, “From that time in the holodeck when I…” he immediately shut up.

“Excuse me, Miss Ashley?” Beevor asked, “There’s something I’ve been wondering.” His voice was muffled thanks to the bandana he had voluntarily tied around his mouth, “Is it true you eat the skulls of children to survive?”

Ashley’s face took on a mixture of shock and disgust. “What did you just ask me?” She wanted to be sure what she had just heard actually was what she had just heard.
“Is it true you eat the skulls of children to survive?” Beevor repeated.
“NO!” Ashley slapped Beevor across the face with such force that he would still be feeling it later. A-Squad wasn’t fitting in with the Space Rangers all that well.

They were also unaware that someone who wasn’t Gruumm was watching them from afar. Her name was the Empress of Evil – Astronema.
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The Dark Fortress rocked back and forth between reality and cyberspace all while keeping watch over Earth. Dark Specter, the leader of all evil forces, watched the fortress in solitude millions of miles away. Aboard the ship was a most evil of evils. They were completely aware of the A-Squad’s arrival.

A beautiful woman with vibrantly-colored hair, black leather and silver-armor clothing and a diamond-topped staff watched from the main room of the Dark Fortress. Her name was Astronema. By her side was a black-and-green soldier known as Ecliptor; the dumbfounded Elgar watched from the back.

“Charlie, Beevor, Cliff, Ivan and Rachel,” said Astronema in a low whisper, “the A-Squad. They and I both seek the same thing. It is onboard the Astro Megaship, and with it I could create the most powerful monsters known to mankind. Have Velocifighters surround the Megaship and prepare for a break-in. We’re going to get that device.”

“How soon do you want it by?” Elgar asked as he readied the troops.
“By NOW!” Astronema yelled.
“Pardon me, Astronema,” Ecliptor said, “but A-Squad is from the future. How do we know their technology isn’t worlds beyond ours?”
“That force from the future poses no threat,” Astronema sneered, “Once a Ranger, always a Ranger. These chumps will be no tougher than the Space Rangers. Perhaps, even easier…”

A fleet of silver combat starships departed from the Dark Fortress in the direction of the Astro Megaship. Astronema would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.
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“What are we doing in this part of the ship?” Rachel asked. Cassie had taken her to a sector of the Astro Megaship so empty that every footstep rattled against the metal flooring. Not even DECA’s security system cared for this part of the ship. Cassie and Rachel walked through the sliding door into a room filled with spare parts of any and every time.

“Storage room,” Cassie said, “Nobody will know we’re in here.”
“But why ARE we in here?” Rachel questioned.
“There’s something I wanted to show you.”

Rachel took that comment to heart. Gruumm needed a Synthesis Engine; Charlie had mentioned it to Andros no more than a few minutes ago. One of the parts in this room HAD to be a Synthesis Engine. Perhaps they weren’t so rare in this time. Rachel hoped this would be true. She started digging through a pile of clunky parts when Cassie pushed her up against the wall.

Cassie was dressed in her Astro Megaship uniform, only the pink shirt had been flung onto a pile of spare parts. Her chest was now in full view for Rachel to see. The A-Squad Pink Ranger was unable to free herself from Cassie’s grip. Cassie looked Rachel in the eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered something in her ear. “I’m spiking. Help me.”

“Spiking?” Rachel was confused for the first time since she had joined A-Squad.
“The hormone overload from your Ranger powers?” Cassie asked.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Give it to me. NOW.” Cassie was starting to come off as even more hormonally-driven than Rachel. Rachel had always thought her desire to be intimate was of her own free will, but what if she, too, had been no more than a victim of these “spikes”? Now wasn’t the time to question that.
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“We’ve got Velocifighters swarming in and fast,” TJ said, “readying Astro Megaship defense systems.”
“We’ll help,” Cliff said, “I’ve done things like this all the time.”
“Almost like the A-Tank,” Ivan said, “No problem.”
“Bring it, Velociraptors,” Beevor gargled, “the Beevor is ready!”
“NOW!” Carlos and Zhane said together.
“FIRE!” Andros commanded.

The Astro Megaship fired lasers at the Velocifighters. Two of the cannon fodders ships fell instantly, but more kept coming. Charlie and Ashley weren’t present on the main deck; they had gone searching for the Pink Rangers. Outside, a Quantron jumped from his ship and snuck into the loading bay.
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Rachel’s A-Squad uniform now lay wrinkled on the floor. She was rubbing herself against Cassie with such force that the heat generated between them could be felt some distance away. This was nothing new for either of them, but Rachel wasn’t used to not being the initiator. (She didn’t count Omni; that was different.)

Cassie let out a heavy sigh as Rachel separated her body from Cassie’s. The A-Squad Pink Ranger slumped back against the wall and panted. “You’re GOOD,” she said, “REALLY good.” Cassie’s eyes were filled with a flame that told Rachel Motohime her session wasn’t done just yet. The Pink Space Ranger stood in front of Rachel. Her pubes were directly in Rachel’s line of sight.

“Enjoy,” Cassie smirked. Rachel opened her mouth and slowly slid her tongue inside Cassie. As she moved about inside the girl thoughts crossed her mind. While Rachel considered herself skilled in the ways of pleasuring men, women and certain alien species she’d never met anyone with stamina like Cassie’s.

“These spikes must be HUGE,” Rachel pondered, “Really, have they been responsible for my horniness this whole time? Is my life nothing more than a series of random impulses that will someday end in me being with the wrong person at the wrong time and meeting the consequences? Nothing to do now but to go deeper and hope it works out for the best.”

Cassie was enjoying herself greatly when Charlie and Ashley appeared in the doorway. “No…way…!” both girls exclaimed in unison. It quickly became apparent they were looking at different things. Charlie walked to the area where the Pink Rangers were making out and took a futuristic device in her hand.

It had ten small chambers and a whirring, glowing power core in the center. It was made of a reinforced iron and was about the size of a blender. Charlie’s eyes widened as she announced her find. “I don’t believe it,” she said, “a Synthesis Engine. This is exactly what we were looking for!” Ashley, on the other hand…

“CASSIE!” she asked, “Did you hit another spike?”
“Yes…” Cassie said as she looked up.
“Good,” Ashley removed her yellow shirt, “One’s coming on for me.”
“What’s a spike?” Charlie arched an eyebrow.

The question would have to be answered at a later time. The Quantron Astronema had sent broke through the ceiling and grabbed the Synthesis Engine from Charlie’s grasp. Charlie grabbed the Quantron by the neck; the robot, in an attempt to break free, stumbled into Ashley. Ashley, who was pulling down her silver pants, landed on Cassie; Cassie collapsed onto Rachel.

Astronema received the signal that the grunt had retrieved her item sought, and as such activated the teleportation system. The Quantron and all four girls were swept across the stars and into the Dark Fortress. Rachel’s guess of her being in the wrong place at the wrong time had become reality.
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The four girls (and one Quantron) crash-landed in the Dark Fortress. Astronema pointed her staff at the Synthesis Engine and called it to her hands. The Engine was placed on a pedestal and immediately surrounded by a protective glass dome. Astronema teleported the Quantron out of the pile and bound the girls to the wall. Invisible cuffs of energy at their arms and legs left the girls unable to move.

“Another spike?” Astronema asked venomously, “Just life aboard the Megaship, right?”
“What the hell is a spike?” Charlie blurted as she struggled to break free.
“I take it Haywood and Motohime are unaware?” said Astronema. Cassie and Ashley nodded their heads. Astronema pointed her staff at Charlie and removed her uniform. The uniform ended up in the storage room of the Astro Megaship. Astronema walked around and explained in a scarily sensual voice what everyone was talking about.

“Holding a Ranger power imbues you with many things. Strength; speed; heightened senses; armor; a Zord. But when that power becomes connected to your very being, it can’t just vanish without a trace when you power down. It stays with you. Your body remains in a superhuman state, but that energy has to go somewhere. So it increases your own perception, your feelings, your emotions…and most especially the flow of hormones.”

Astronema pointed her staff at her body and removed her silver armor. (This, surprisingly, consisted of arm-blades like Morgana’s). She was now dressed in nothing more than a sleek black jumpsuit. “These hormone flushes eventually become localized in things known as ‘spikes’. You never know when one’s coming, and when you do the feeling is overwhelming. There’s only one solution on how to stop it – do as nature intended.”

“Do…do they come with all Ranger powers?” Rachel nervously asked.
“Everything’s connected to the Grid on some level or another,” Astronema smirked, “I’d fancy a ‘yes’.”
“Great,” Charlie thought, “Gruumm fused our powers INTO us. We’re probably like this all the time. It would explain a lot recently…but not everything.” When Charlie looked up Astronema had whisked off everything up to and including her wig.

In the place of unkempt, vibrantly-colored hair now laid beautiful, silky blonde locks. Astronema retained her evil stance, but her inner beauty shone through. The Empress of Evil (unknowingly Karovan) stood between Charlie and Rachel and offered them a deal. The two A-Squad Rangers, being secretly evil themselves, knew to remain skeptical when making any sort of deal with a villain or villainess.

“You want the Synthesis Engine, right?” she pointed to the futuristic device resting idly on its protected podium, “I’m fully aware that Cassie and Ashley here are hitting a spike, as are YOU, Haywood. You’ve just never known what it was until now. As for Motohime? She gets a spike every time she blinks – and she was quite the promiscuous one BEFORE being promoted to A-Squad, I’ve heard.”

“What do you want?” Cassie asked.
“Let me in on your fun,” Astronema replied, “Even I need to do something pleasuring once in awhile. I promise I’ll let you have the Synthesis Engine.”
“So that’s what it is!” Ashley exclaimed.

Astronema released the girls from their invisible binds and watched them collapse to the ground. Charlie, who had fallen on her back, found Astronema sitting down on her chest. The empress’ loins were within licking range. Charlie, desperate to fulfill Gruumm’s mission (and also going through a spike) commenced with the licking. Astronema was enjoying herself.
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The Velocifighter attack had strangely faded. The boys were waiting on the Astro Megaship deck when the spacecraft’s viewscreen slid down. Ecliptor appeared before the men. He spoke with his sword pointed out to ensure that they wouldn’t try to invade the Dark Fortress and rescue the girls. Andros and the others listened in.

“If you’re wondering where the female members of your team are, they’re spending some time with Empress Astronema. Do not waste your time trying to rescue them. They should be finished in about an hour or so.” Faint moaning sounds were heard on the back of the transmission; this was immediately followed by Astronema yelling at her general.

“CAN THEY HEAR THIS?” she said, “SHUT THAT CAMERA OFF!”
“Do not bother,” Ecliptor said, “I bid you good day.”
The men exchanged vexed looks.

“Sounds like another spike,” Andros sighed.
“And I thought things were bad when we had the Turbo powers,” TJ commented.
“We must go rescue the girls!” Carlos yelled.
“Quiet, Carlos,” Zhane said, “We don’t need to.”
“Spike?” Beevor and Ivan asked.
“Hormone overload,” TJ explained, “If you’re going through one…”
“NO!” exclaimed the Blue and Yellow Rangers.
“I don’t mind none,” Cliff said, “So, should we keep waiting?”
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Rachel was on her knees and leaning over Charlie’s head. She and Astronema were exchanging a kiss not under the influence of drinks, but rather of the body’s own intoxicating substance. Cassie and Ashley were hugging Astronema on the sides of her body. The girl (secretly) known as Karone had never felt such pleasure. To have both Space Rangers’ breasts squeezing against her body was such a wonderful feeling.

Charlie slid out from under Astronema and held out her hand. She was drawing on the power within her. On her body, via spirals of red light, appeared three items. The first was a black leather jockstrap. Charlie had nothing to protect down there, but it had appeared anyway. A brassiere made of the same material cupped her breasts. Finally, the stick from a Deltamax Striker appeared in her hand.

“The Battle Thong, Battle Bra and a Deltamax Striker baton,” Charlie said with a devious smile, “these were fitted into my suit shortly after I joined. Kat said they were prototypes. I think I may have discovered a new use, though.” Charlie placed the Striker’s baton onto the front of the Battle Thong and advanced toward Astronema.

Charlie thrust the baton into Astronema’s end. She let out a yelp of surprise that was further compounded by Rachel eating her cooter and Cassie and Ashley playfully toying with her nipples. As Charlie continued her rhythmic in-and-out motions she whispered something aside to the others. All three nodded in response. Their plan was a go.

This continued in perfect harmony for a minute or two more until Astronema, now about to burst with ecstasy, did. Rachel wiped her face with her arm and regrouped with the others. The Empress of Evil collapsed to the ground with a smile on her face. “Okay, spike’s done,” Cassie sighed, “so, what are we going to do?” Rachel whispered the plan in her ear to make sure she knew.

Rachel used the coldness of the room to her advantage. Her diamond-hard pink buds were pressed to the glass case holding the Synthesis Engine.. A squeaking sound was heard. Astronema rose to her senses, but Cassie grabbed her staff and held her against the wall as she had done with them but moments ago. Ashley captured the staff and slammed it against the glass. Cracks began to appear.

“So long, Astronema,” Charlie said, “It’s been fun.” Charlie, the Deltamax Striker baton still attached to her Battle Thong, swung her hips around and shattered the glass. “I figured you wouldn’t give us this anyway, so I took it back on my own terms. Never double-cross a double-crosser.” After finding the appropriate button the girls were teleported back to the Astro Megaship.

From her bound position Astronema whispered one thing to Ecliptor. “After them…”
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The girls landed on top of the Astro Megaship. They were on the large red “M” symbol that was atop the spacecraft, and much to their surprise found the guys coming out to greet them. Something seemed different about them since they had last left.

TJ, Ivan, Andros, Zhane and Carlos were dressed in naught but their appropriately Ranger-colored boxers. Cliff and Beevor walked out onto the top of the ship grinning from ear to ear. “What happened with you?” Rachel asked in hopes of hearing the guys had their own experience. It had always been a fantasy of hers.

“Strip poker,” Zhane explained, “It’s like Cliff is PSYCHIC or something. He read all my moves.”
“And I think Beevor used his second set of eyes unfairly,” TJ said, “that’s how he won all my clothes.”
“Look at me!” Beevor said in his new blue Astro Megaship uniform, “I’m quite the dresser.”
“Same here,” Cliff said as he displayed Zhane’s uniform on his body.
“Is that…” Ivan asked.
“Yes, it’s the Synthesis Engine,” Charlie said, “I finally found one.”
“No, I mean, what’s that on your waist?” Ivan said. He pointed to the Deltamax baton hanging from the Battle Thong.
“I’m not even going to ask,” Andros winced.

The Synthesis Engine was placed just behind Charlie when a crowd of Quantrons and Sattelaser-revived Monsters of the Day, led by a half-naked, half-tired Astronema, teleported onto the top of the Megaship. The Rangers were surrounded. Having no other option, Charlie turned to Andros. A-Squad held out their hands while the Space Rangers readied their Astro and Digimorphers.

“You know what to do,” Charlie said.
“So let’s go,” Andros added.
“A-SQUAD!”
“LET’S ROCKET!”

A multicolored aurora of light surrounded the eleven Rangers. When it faded everyone had transformed into their armored state. As Rangers are wont to do, the eleven sounded off with their respective roll calls. The Synthesis Engine remained unharmed all the while.

“1! Seeking out the scourge of the universe!”
“2! Searching for the mysterious things!”
“3! Using the future’s technology!”
“4! To serve and protect the galaxy!”
“5! Takin’ you down hard and fast!”
“SPD A-Squad!”

“Red!”
“Look what they’ve done to my helmet, man! I…I can’t be a Ranger anymore.” Carlos lamented as he glanced in Cliff’s direction.
“That’s the third time this week,” Cassie commented, “Grow a spine.”
“Fine…” Carlos sighed, “Black!”
“Blue!”
“Yellow!”
“Pink!”
“Silver!”
“Space Rangers ready!”

“We have our prize,” Charlie said, “and you’re not getting it…”
“Our powers together are unstoppable!” Andros added.
“POWER RANGERS!”

A massive explosion rose up behind both teams. Charlie glanced back and saw that the Synthesis Engine was still in perfect condition. A-Squad drew their Custom Firearms, the Space Rangers their Astro Blasters, and Zhane his Super Silverizer. The massive army lay ahead, but they were going to back down for nothing.

Five monsters advanced through the crowds. The Rangers split off to attack them. If the troops were kept occupied their chances of reaching the Synthesis Engine were significantly decreased. As they charged into battle Andros held out his hands and yelled “Astro Armor, power up!” Golden shields appeared on the chests of all but Zhane.

Beevor and TJ approached the resurrected Elephantitan and launched into a series of punches and kicks. Beevor jumped on Elephantitan’s shoulders and flipped him over with a warble. TJ delivered a spin-kick to the monster’s side that sent him flying across the top of the Megaship. Elephantitan trumpeted angrily and charged for the two Blue Rangers. Beevor’s Custom Firearm and TJ’s Astro Axe Booster Mode launched blue energy blasts out at the pachyderm. The shots combined into one as the two posed together on their explosive victory.

Cassie and Ashley body-slammed Crocovile from the sides; the combined blow of their respective chest shields caused the croc to scream out in pain. Rachel sent a sweeping kick in Crocovile’s direction as Cassie shot him in the eyes with her Astro Blaster. The A-Squad Pink Ranger bent down beneath Cassie’s legs for their finisher. A combined pink blast from the Custom Firearm and Sattelite Stunner Booster Mode ensured Crocovile’s defeat. The girls embraced.

Carlos was downright depressed. HIS Black Space Ranger helmet, the one that defined his very existence as a Ranger (when he was still certain he was on the team) had been seized by an organization in the future, outfitted with bells and whistles and repainted GREEN. Carlos didn’t want to be reminded of his Turbo days. The very thought of it left him saddened to the point of almost-emoness.

“Are we going to fight?” Cliff asked.
“Oh, right,” Carlos said, “Lunar Lance Booster Mode!”

The Lance and Firearm launched at Sting King. Sting King flew high above the volley of laser blasts and sent his own orange lasers back in the two’s direction. Cliff leapt into the air and lobbed a punch at Sting King that sent him hurtling to the ground. Carlos aimed his Lunar Lance and fired. Sting King was defeated easily. Carlos went back to his sulking.

“I don’t get this!” Charlie said, “I should be fighting with Andros!”
“You’re not up-to-date on how teamups work,” Ashley said, “It’s ALWAYS by gender. That’s why you’re partnered with me.”
“DO YOU EAT THE SKULLS OF CHILDREN TO SURVIVE?!” Beevor yelled from across the Battlefield.
The Red and Yellow Rangers turned to the A-Squad Blue Ranger. “SHUT UP, SMITH!” they yelled together.

Ashley’s Star Slinger Booster Mode sent a barrage of yellow energy in Clawhammer’s direction. Charlie snuck up behind the lobster and pistol-whipped him in the back of the head with her Custom Firearm. Charlie grabbed Clawhammer by his shoulders and tossed him into the air. She and Ashley fired from their weapons; Clawhammer’s defeat was confirmed by a massive explosion.

“Alright!” Ivan thought, “I get to fight with the boys now.”
“So, we get to fight Ecliptor,” Zhane said, “Sounds fun.”
“Ready to go, Lane?” Andros asked.
Ivan replied, “Always.”

Ecliptor swung his sword around in a circle. The boys rolled out of the way and readied their weapons. Andros, Spiral Saber Booster Mode in hand, and Zhane, Super Silverizer armed, leapt into Ecliptor’s range and slammed him with their weapons. The cyborg warrior launched a blast of energy at Ivan. Ivan winced, but his chest shield protected him from any further damage.

“Three-way!” Andros yelled, “NOW!”
The Spiral Saber, Super Silverizer, and Custom Firearm released beams of red, silver and yellow energy respectively. Ecliptor teleported out of the way before he took any serious damage; the boys counted it as a victory nonetheless.

Only the massive platoon of Quantrons remained. The Synthesis Engine was still around unscathed, but in order to protect it the 11 Rangers formed a circle. Astronema walked before them (her clothes were back on) and pointed her staff forward as if to command the troops.

“Let me at that engine,” she purred, “IT’S MINE!”
“I’d like you to know Astronema,” Zhane said, “While you may be a great lay, that doesn’t mean I’ll let you have what belongs to them. It’s not the size of the man in the fight, but the size of the fight in the man! NO ONE GETS INSIDE OUR CIRCLE!”
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” yelled Ivan.
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” shouted Andros.
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” said Charlie.
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” roared Ashley.
“SHE EATS THE SKULLS OF CHILDREN TO SURVIVE!” gargled Beevor.
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” TJ proclaimed proudly.
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” passionately spoke Cliff.
“I CAN’T BE A RANGER ANYMORE!” Carlos yelled, “NO ONE GETS INSIDE!”
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” Cassie declared.
“I GET INSIDE!” Rachel said.
“NO ONE…GETS….INSIDE!” Zhane finished with fire in his heart.

“You know, that’s a lot of Quantrons,” Carlos said, “Maybe we should split up again and attack.”
“We’re NOT breaking the circle!” Charlie said, “Did you not hear what we said?”
“Well, they’re coming in fast!” Carlos said, “What do you say we should do?”
“Finish them,” Charlie said, “Together!”
“BOOSTER MODE!” the five Space Rangers said.
“SUPER SILVERIZER!”
“STRIKEOUT!”

A tidal wave of energy washed across the top of the Megaship. Some Quantrons exploded, but the majority remained unaffected. Hoping their blast had done what they intended it to do, the eleven Rangers struck a Dramatic Pose. The resulting outward explosion vaporized the rest of the Quantrons and sent Astronema and Ecliptor fleeing back to the Dark Fortress.

“The Synthesis Engine is safe!” Charlie said, “And readings show the wormhole is still open! Case complete!”
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When everyone had gathered their supplies, checked that the Synthesis Engine was in pristine condition, and changed back into their proper clothes, the A-Squad prepared to board their ship and set off for their own time. They had only known the Space Rangers for a day or so, but it was a meeting they would never forget.

“So…our technology eventually becomes part of yours?” Andros asked, “Amazing.”
“You guys are the best in your time,” Zhane said, “Keep moving towards the future.”
Charlie blushed; “Yeah…” she was trying to hide the truth about A-Squad’s betrayal as best she could.
“Best of luck,” Ashley said to Ivan, “put the Synthesis Engine to good use.”
“We will,” Ivan said, “we will.”
“DON’T BITE MY HEAD OFF AGAIN!” TJ said as Beevor neared him.
“What?” asked the Odebenid, “I just wanted to shake your hand?”
“Later, man,” Carlos said to Cliff, “Stay…stay cool…”
“Cheer up, Carlos,” Cliff replied, “Stop bein’ so depressed!”
“I’ll miss you, Cassie,” Rachel said.
“As will I,” Cassie answered. The two girls rubbed their breasts together for one last time. A-Squad boarded their ship.

“Before I go!” Beevor called out to Ashley, “Is it true you eat the skulls of…”
“NO!” Ashley roared, “NO! NO! NO!”
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A-Squad’s ship flew away from the Megaship and back through the wormhole. The time tube closed behind them shortly after. Charlie pulled out her Gruummunicator and waved her hand across the receiver. The visage of Emperor Gruumm appeared on the Gruummunicator’s holographic screen. The Emperor’s eyes were glowing – clearly a sign he was angered.

“Your ship vanished from the radar for five minutes!” Gruumm roared, “What happened?”
“Just testing the new stealth feature, sir,” Charlie lied, “it works fine.”
“Ooh, a stealth feature? Very nice, Haywood.”
“We also found a Synthesis Engine.”
“Even better. Besides that, the tryxirium and the titanium, I need a few more things.”
“Name them.”
“Water from Aquitar, a Bloombud from Mirinoi, and a cryogenic chamber. Think you can find them?”
“Sure,” Charlie said. She turned her head towards her team, “Three pods are located in the back. We’ll split up. If you need to come back here, the ship will be docked near the Terror.”

“Before I do that, there’s one thing I’d like to say,” Beevor commented, “I only found 4,000 Credits in my wallet. Gruumm pays us 10,000, right?”
“Right,” all nodded.
“I don’t believe it,” Beevor said, “Ashley stole 6,000 of my Credits!”

They say in space no one can hear you scream. Beevor had just become the exception.
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On the next (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad

Beevor hits Aquitar and declares himself King of the Seas. Rachel (“Rochelle”) and Ivan (“Evian”) make their rounds on KO-35 and prove that they fit in just fine. Charlie and Cliff learn tribal customs on Mirinoi. Can A-Squad reunite in time to please Gruumm?

Interplanetary Road Trip

[KingRed]

Ok. Ok. I am gonna just point out that I will be reviewing this new episode . . . why? Cause I am hugely addicted to Power Rangers in Space and their skin tight clothing that sticks to their bodies, showing us the assets of this great team of rangers . . . Like Ashley . . . and TJ. Ah TJ! Those strong and firm muscles . . . that nice chest. UM . . . yeah. And not to mention the one time there was a tight leather cooch shot of Astromena during the Clawhammer episode . . .

Anyway . . . Green Ninja has been a master at creating fics that will give you reactions and became a master at fics that will just make you laugh your ass off. In this latest installment of The MisAdventures of the A-Squad . . . he does that . . . and also completely horrifies me. In a good way.

Now . . . when its been common knowledge that Ranger powers heights your abilities and senses . . . it making your hormones go wackly and makes the wearer of the Ranger powers make nuns want to hump and sit on metal poles is quite entertaining. Still . . . somewhat distrubing. Yet, I appauld Tober's genius of putting it throughout the series and letting it go nuts here and now with my personal favorite Team of rangers.

The reactions of the teams meeting up are nothing short of hilarious. Cassie and Rachel already getting their primal urges makes me think back to Star Trek and how hot and horny Vulcans and Klingons get. And the Space and A-Squad do very well in getting hot. A lot.

“Excuse me, Miss Ashley?” Beevor asked, “There’s something I’ve been wondering.” His voice was muffled thanks to the bandana he had voluntarily tied around his mouth, “Is it true you eat the skulls of children to survive?” -- Wow . . .my god. I mean . . . wow . .. to think that many people in fandom just call Ashley a mere hooker . . .NO . . . she's a devourer of childrens' skulls . . . and genital from both sexes!

I truly enjoyed how Carlos's character was a true to life version of his ubersuck personality from in Space. Green Ninja . . . you truly showed how pathetic of a beaner that psuedo macho thing was. And I completely appauld you for that.

There are so many things I love about this episode . . . like the mocking of Wormhole and the female fivesome that were pretty quality. My god . . . all that Estrogen . . .Tober . . . are you drowning in it yet?

Ok. Ok. I will get to the actually mechnics. The story was paces extremely well. You can pic this up and it really feels like an episode. And a good one. The scenes blend very well and the characters were well written . . . even if they were parodies; As usual . . . the A-Squad fit their particular personalites while the Space group were just extreme versions of their actual personalities.
Are there any gripes? Well . . . Zhane . . . as much as Zhane was Zhane . . . there was just something off about him. Him being that serious just doesn't fit.
And while the sex was quite appealing . . .i thought it was drilled in just a little bit. And I know . . . I have made the very same mistake. In my fic I mean!
I don't know about the rest of you guys but this was seemingly going the way of softcore porn . . .which I thought detracted from the funny. But overall, this is a quality episode. So with a slap in the ass we give Power Rangers in Space Patrol Delta 4 Angry Lesbians . . . out of 5.

Ashley . . . do you at least eat those children will some mustard . . . ketchup . . . pepper?

[GreenNinja]

Beevor in suits of Rangers Blue
Ivan figures out what he's meant to do
Maya appears, and Rachel, she dyes
Only three left to post
Or so I surmise
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Interplanetary Road Trip

A-Squad’s ship had been set to orbit about the Terror as the moon orbits about Earth. Three two-seater space pods departed in the direction of the distant worlds. A-Squad was to finish their galaxy-wide scavenger hunt for the skeletal Emperor by going to three worlds. Rachel and Ivan were assigned the technologically-advanced planet Karovan Outpost-35. They had met Andros and Zhane prior to this journey, so they knew the planet well.

Charlie, having heard of Cliff’s possible origins in a long-lost tribe, opted to take him with her to Mirinoi. Cliff said nothing either way and went along. Beevor, obviously being a walrus-like alien, was chosen to go to Aquitar. He was the only one to travel alone in his space pod. The three spherical ships changed directions, broke formation, and rocketed off towards their destinations. The people of those worlds had no clue how much A-Squad’s arrival would shake things up.
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Beevor’s specialty was close-combat tactics. This was why he was never chosen to drive the A-Tank, had to undergo extensive training before being allowed his own SWAT Flyer, and was about to crash-land his pod into the crystal-blue waters of Aquitar. The pod landed with a splash and a thud on the sandy sea floor. Beevor, knowing he had very clearly arrived on Aquitar, stepped out.

He, being an Odebenidian, could walk and breathe underwater instinctively. Fish that he’d never before seen in his life swam past as sand kicked up around him. “Should I find the natives and blend in, or go about this as a secret agent would?” Beevor wondered, “Such a question I ask of myself. I know what I’ll do, I will! I’ll COMBINE them into one master plan! Haywood will be proud of me, as will the Commander…when and if we return.”

Beevor took a piece of coral from along the seafloor. The coral had arms branching out like an old, dead oak tree, but by simply placing it on his head Beevor had found a disguise. “I lay low among the coral, and they won’t see me at all!” he snickered, “Perfection! Now, every secret agent needs a weapon of choice…” A gold-plated staff topped with a sapphire-blue crystal was drawn from his waist.

“This’ll do,” Beevor thought, “Now on with my mission!” The trouble was that Beevor had FORGOTTEN his mission. All he needed was water from Aquitar – and the amount was unnecessary. Smith was surrounded by water, but for him the secret-agenting was the primary issue at the moment. “And now for the finishing touch…”

Beevor plucked blade after blade of rich, green kelp from the seafloor and connected them into a sheet with something secreted from his tentacle. A chain he found in his uniform pocket fit the kelp cape around his neck. “They’ll never be able to see me now!” the walrus gloated as he approached the underwater city.
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Rachel and Ivan found KO-35 easily. Rachel had been subscribing to a newspaper printed in KO-35’s largest city to keep up-to-date for when she and Ivan arrived. Their pod landed safely on a city street. Rachel looked out upon the shining silver cities and gasped with excitement. It was just as she had imagined it and better.

People in silver outfits walked across pristine city streets. All were athletically built, and their hair was either blonde or streaked. Rachel gasped and turned to Ivan. Her eyes were wide with shock and her mouth was agape. The A-Squad Yellow Ranger had no earthly or Karovan idea how to respond. “I can’t believe it,” Rachel cheered, “KO-35 is a world of hunky, blonde-haired, metrosexual men and bitchy, voluptuous women.”

“…and?” asked a perplexed Ivan. Rachel grabbed him by his shoulders, looked him in the eyes, and spoke in an impassioned voice.
“I’ve found my home!”
“Rachel, you’re not even blonde.”
“I prepared for that.”

Rachel took out two bottles. The first was hair dye and the second water. Rachel slunk into an alleyway and doused herself in water before changing her appearance. When she walked back to the pod Ivan saw that Rachel’s brownish-black hair was now perfectly blonde. Her face was recognizable, but a simple change in hair color made a world of difference. The girl had made sure to dry herself off before reporting back.

“Does the, uh, carpet match the drapes?” Ivan asked for no reason at all.
“Hell yeah,” Rachel said. She pulled on the waist of her pants. A small tuft of blonde hair poked out. Ivan was, again, shocked that Motohime had paid attention to such meticulous details.
“One last thing,” Rachel said, “We’ll need new names. On KO-35 everyone’s name sounds…different…from Earth. From now on call me ‘Rochelle’.”
“And who am I?”
“You’re ‘Evian’.”
“Evian?”
“Just run with it. Now hurry up! We have a cryogenic chamber to find!”
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Mirinoi in the year 2025 was significantly different from the world it had been over 25 years ago. Technology had become more advanced, as had its magic. Extraterrestrial animals roamed the ground and tribal villages were scattered across the landscape. Charlie and Cliff were to search near the village of Artemist; this city was the one involved in the Scorpius attack many moons ago.

“The SPD uniforms look suspicious,” Charlie said, “Did you bring a change of clothes?” Cliff nodded in response and unzipped the top of his A-Squad uniform. He was now dressed in naught but a leaf-green loincloth. Charlie grabbed a loincloth top and bottom in a poinsettia-red color. She and Cliff covered themselves in mud to accurately take on the appearance of a native Mirinoian.

“We’re looking for a Bloombud,” Charlie said, “Do you know that is?”
“I do,” Cliff said, “It’s a medicinal plant found in the jungle.”
“Then we’re going on an expedition,” Charlie whispered, “Whatever lurks in there, we can handle it. We are the A-Squad.”
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Beevor whistled a song with no tune as he walked along the undersea floor. His disguise was all-too-conspicuous, but he wasn’t aware of that. When he approached the organic, lighted underwater city he snuck in through an airlock. The hallways were empty. Beevor’s soaking-wet feet squished against the metal floor. He walked, continuing forward in the direction he had entered, until he came to the end of the hall.

In that room was a golden chair. It was made of crushed, pasted and refined sea-green coral, blue jewels, and a comfortable seat cushion. Beevor looked at the chair and sat down. “Whew,” he sighed, “all this secret-agenting takes a lot out of me. I need to rest.” He slammed his staff into the ground. Footsteps were heard; from the sound they were heading in his direction. Beevor looked up and closed his upper set of eyes to make it look like he was sleeping.

An Aquitan courtier rushed in and looked down at a drawing on his clipboard. The image was an uncanny match with Smith himself. “What do you need, my liege?” he asked. “Liege?” replied the walrus “Are you trying to insult me?” The Aquitan chuckled, shook his head, and spoke the words to Beevor that would change his life for at least the span of this mission.

“You’re the one the legends spoke of. You, sir, are Muytyyyyhrterp the First…King of Aquitar.” Beevor’s four eyes widened in shock; he lout a gargling scream and jumped into the air. “LONG LIVE THE KING!” he yelled, “ALL HAIL KNG MUYTY!”
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“Rochelle, Evian, good day,” said a Karovan. He grabbed his telephone from the bench with telekinesis and went on his way. Rachel knew that she and Ivan lacked that ability, and as such she turned to her partner and reassured him that she had an alibi. Ivan was becoming increasingly surprised and disturbed by Rach…Rochelle’s knowledge of this non-Earthen world.

“We’ll just say we’re a couple of crazy college kids,” spoke Rochelle, “too hung-over to use our telekinetic powers. Otherwise we TOTALLY would.” Ivan found this as plausible an excuse as Rachel dyeing her hair blonde.

A sign from above led the Yellow and Pink Rangers closer to their goal. It was, quite literally, a sign from above. They noticed a billboard promoting “CryoTech, KO-35’s premiere cryogenics laboratory.” By sheer convenience it was in the city Rochelle and Evian had landed in. For once Ivan took control of the mission. He grabbed the golden-haired Rachel by her shoulders and looked her in the eyes as she had done with him.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he said, “but we don’t have permission. We’re just regular civilians; college kids. There’s no possible way we could gain entry to a top-level cryogenics lab, steal a chamber, and get out of there without anybody noticing!” Rachel wasn’t paying attention. Her eyes drifted to a man walking down the street. Two things about him caught Rachel’s eye.

The first was that he had short, blonde-streaked hair and a face like a male model. The second was the design on his gym bag. “CryoTech Labs…” Rachel whispered, “Evian, you mingle with the commonfolk. Rochelle has a job of her own to do.” Ivan only sighed and let Motohime go about her business. He decided that if she was nabbing the cryo chamber, he may as well accomplish a goal of his own. In this case, he was going to find himself a girlfriend.
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Charlie and Cliff arrived at the fabled city of Artemist. The city, despite its few metal buildings that had been built and continually refurbished since the Terra Venture days, had a soothing, natural feel to it. A roaring waterfall in the background blended with the scuffling of feet against grass and the chirps of Mirinoi’s native avian life to create a feeling of paradise.

“Welcome, friends,” said a caring voice as they entered, “your return to Artemist is most pleasing.” The girl was wearing a yellow jungle outfit and had soft, brown hair not unlike Charlie’s. She was older than Haywood by about ten years or so, but at a glance one would think she was the same age as the A-Squad Red Ranger.

“What’s your name?” Cliff said as he extended his hand.
The girl extended hers, shook Cliff’s hand, and replied in turn. “Maya.”
Cliff and Charlie followed Maya into the village.

Vividly-colored decorations were placed about the huts as a massive fire burned in the center. Charlie deduced they had arrived in time for a Mirinoian festival – and that was all for the better. The people would be so distracted by the party that they would never notice one of the two A-Squadders sneaking off with a Bloombud.

Cliff and Charlie caught sight of five golden-gripped swords resting in a rock. Another sword, black-and-gold, was planted in the ground near it. Charlie thought these looked vaguely familiar, but decided it would be better if she said nothing. Meanwhile, miles away on Aquitar, King Beevor was enjoying all the perks of being a king.
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“Bring to me the royal store of morphers from the archives,” declared the king. And on his orders they were brought. Beevor picked the first one, a fine gold rectangular device, and inserted a gold coin inside it. He pressed down on the device’s button and was surrounded by a swirl of blue light. “Super Henge! Doron Changer!” When it faded he was dressed in the suit of a Blue Ranger not of A-Squad.

“NinjaBlue…Beevor!” he posed; he then powered down, “this one is unbecoming of me. Let the King go with another.” This time he picked a white device with a block of bars in five distinct colors. He spun the golden dial on it after attaching it to his wrist and sounded out with his call. Now he donned a blue suit with a zigzag design across the chest and a gorilla on the helmet.

“GingaBlue…Beevor!” he found this suit unbecoming as well. Until he could find one that was better than his A-Squad suit, none of his court could leave. The King of Aquitar tapped his staff and demanded a feast be brought to him in the meantime. Aquitans rushed in with a golden plate of seafood for their King.

Beevor knew not what had put him in this most unusual of positions, but he was enjoying it. Somewhere in the back of his alien mind, though, was the nagging thought of “Absolute power corrupts absolutely.” The idea of following through on his mission had slipped him completely.
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“Hi!” Rachel said cheerily as she walked up to the CryoTech scientist, “Where you going?” The man nodded and pointed. A gym was off in the distance. Rachel/Rochelle knew this would be a good chance to get in with him and, very possibly, get closer to obtaining her prize. She followed behind.

“Who are you?” the man asked in an annoyed voice.
“Rochelle,” said Rachel; she portrayed her role as if it were her own life, “I go to the community college around here – just came back from a night of wild partying. After sleeping in so long I could do with a workout.”
“You seem like a nice girl,” said the man, “I’m Allivan. Follow me.”

Allivan and Rochelle entered the gym. Rachel held out her hands and, in a flash of pink light, changed into a sleeveless pink shirt and black shorts. Nobody noticed – they assumed it to be an extension of her “natural Karovan telepathy.” When Allivan had changed he walked over to the weightlifting machine and began to pump. Rachel was greatly pleased with her decoy.

From outside Ivan watched this play out. He had realized, in his long time waiting for a girl to pass by, that there was a backdoor to the Cryo lab. It was tucked away behind stacks of boxes and concrete walls, but was there nonetheless. Nobody guarded it, as it was of no importance. When Rachel had Allivan suitably distracted, he’d sneak in then. The plan was flawless.

Inside the gym Rachel was making full use of her internal power. She could handle weights of any weight with ease and had stamina that impressed most of the guys. “Nowhere NEAR Cassie’s,” thought Rachel, “but if this will impress them, then let it.” Allivan and a few of his friends, male and female, approached the A-Squad Pink Ranger. The scientist extended his hand towards Rachel.

“Want to go in the steam room?” he asked, “You deserve a rest.”
“I’m not tired at all,” Rachel gloated.
“At LEAST sit down for a bit,” he laughed, “follow me.” So she did. Rachel got on her Gruummunicator in secret and contacted Ivan.

“Ivan, go towards the lab – NOW.”
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Charlie and Cliff were caught up in the festivities. Native Mirinoian chants filled the air and tribal drumbeats sounded. As he circled the fire, Cliff’s eye caught sight of something among the vibrant foliage. It was a Bloombud. The flower had golden-yellow petals and a thick stem. This was what Gruumm wanted. He had to find a way to get it.

The dark-skinned man moved in tune to the beat and slowly boogied his way out of the circle. He plucked the Bloombud with ease and turned up to see a girl standing right beside him. She was dressed in a leaf-green ensemble (odds are, made of actual leaves) and was about as dark-skinned as he was. Her short hair was tied behind her neck.

“Hi,” she said, “I’m Inca.”
“Inca…” Cliff said, “You’re a beauty, you know that?”
“I do,” she blushed, “what are you doing with that Bloombud?”
“I’m getting it for a friend,” Cliff spoke the half-truth.
“Maybe…for me?” Inca plucked the Bloombud from his hands, “You’re a sweetie. What’s your name?”
“Cliff. Cliff Jones…”
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Beevor had finally found a Blue Ranger suit that befit him…or two. The first one, which had a golden “M” belt and a fishtail-shaped visor, was hanging on his royal coat rack. He currently donned the second one. It was turquoise-blue, had a dolphin tail symbol on the chest, and chainmail arms and legs. Beevor was so taken by his kingly status he never noticed that these two costumes had SKIRTS.

“Water dances! Waves ripple! Water ninja…BEEVOR!” the Odebenid declared. The Aquitan crowd before him said nothing. “Now I will give a proclamation.” The king said, “Take me to the highest place in this city so that I may tease my subjects with my greatness only to snatch it away and laugh triumphantly.” His court did so.

Beevor walked out onto a platform in the open sea and directed his voice through a conch shell. He was wearing his recently-found Ranger suit the entire time, and thus sent many an Aquitan into a laughing fit. “It’s like that story of the king’s new clothes,” Beevor thought, “How did it end?” He pondered on this for all of two seconds, “The king was beloved by all and lived happily ever after. Good thing to know.”

His voice echoed across the waves. “People of Aquitar! I, king Muyty the First, have an announcement to make! From now on, I will be imposing an even greater rule! Any jokes against your king shall be punishable….by DEATH!” The crowds stood stone-still. “Did I say death? I meant jail…that’s not much better, isn’t it?” One voice rose from the populace.

“Why’s he in a girl’s suit?”
“Your king is in a girl’s suit because…” Beevor looked down at his body. His upper set of eyes squinted in embarrassment. This caused the king to experience a breakdown that would be forever remembered on Aquitar. The Odebenid grabbed the conch shell between his fangs and began ranting.

“Okay, I admit it! I’m a fraud! I’m not actually your king – my knowledge of Aquitar is naught! I only know of it as ‘the place with all the water’, and the water is why I’m here! I’m a secret agent from the evil A-Squad sent to steal your water and use it for some reason I don’t know! And to make matters worse, I’M WEARING A GIRLS’ SUIT! It should’ve been obvious – the skirt, the tight waist, the mysterious gap in the chest area…why did I not notice?!”

Silence, aside from the splashes of seahorses swimming through the water, fell across Aquitar. Beevor took the conch shell from his mouth and spoke for the last time to the crowds. “And now I take my leave.” Fins sprouted out of his back (he tossed off the Hurricane Blue suit) and swam through the water as fast as a swordfish.

Aquitan troops were after him, but the false king knew his pod was up ahead. He dropped his crown, cape and staff and left them on the base of the ocean floor. The reason why he had been sent here in the first place evaded his mind completely – but in an act of cosmic serendipity, his task of finding water from Aquitar was complete. It dripped down from his body as he climbed into the pod and took off.
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Ivan snuck into the back of the lab and walked down the silent hallway. The third to the left had a sign beside it reading “storage” and was exactly what he had been looking for. Ivan creaked open the door and walked in. The room was lighted except for a dark corner. A glimmering something was over there.

Ivan walked towards the sparkling glass of what he was sure was a cryogenic chamber, and found himself walking into someone’s back. That someone turned around and revealed herself to be a Karovan girl about Ivan’s age. She had short, streaked blonde hair and was dressed in a CryoTech lab outfit. A clipboard was in her hand – Ivan could tell she’d been taking inventory.

“Hi,” she blushed; “I’m…” she fumbled around for her nametag, “Kase. What are you doing in here?” Ivan looked into her eyes. “I was assigned the graveyard shift,” Kase said, “kinda new here. I guess you also work here.” Rachel’s fake identity popped into Ivan’s head.

“Evian,” he said, “I’m Evian. Just got a job here as well; I wanted to take one of the cryo chambers home for study…and, yeah, I’m kind of lonely, too. Why else would you think I’m wandering around at this time of day?” Kase was looking into his eyes now. Ivan’s heart leapt with excitement.

“How about we break the loneliness?” Kase said as she lost her uniform, “and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you have a spare cryo chamber. How does that sound?” Ivan nodded. He needed to say no more. Kase mounted him as the two embraced in a passionate kiss on the floor.

In the steam room, Allivan and Rach…Rochelle were relaxing with the hiss of steam in the background. Both of them were wearing nothing except for the towels around their waists. They had been in here for a good half-hour now, and Rachel wouldn’t mind staying even longer. As she reclined back she noticed something pale yellow dripping into the water.

“So, Rochelle,” her date said, “What are you at college for?”
“I’m thinking of getting into fashion design,” Rachel answered, “Modeling’s always been a talent of mine.” She looked up to see Allivan staring blankly at her. “What?” Rachel asked, “What is it?”

It wasn’t that her towel had slipped and revealed her breasts. It more had to do with the fact that the pale yellow substance slipping into the drain was dye. Rachel’s natural black hair was slowly peeking through her fake blonde locks, and when the towel dropped completely Allivan saw it was happening with her pubes as well.

“You’re not really a Karovan…are you?” asked the man.
“No,” Rachel said sheepishly, “Uh…see you later.”
She exited the steam room as fast as she could. Rachel grabbed her A-Squad uniform from the rack and charged towards her ship down the street. The A-Squad Pink Ranger got on her Gruummunicator and contacted Ivan.
“Ivan, hurry up!” she said, “Get to the ship with the cryo chamber, pronto!”

Ivan picked himself up Kase and took the cryo chamber under his arms. He looked to the girl who was getting herself dressed and winked. “Thanks for the night,” he said, “I have to get going.” He knew that’s what the vibrating of his Gruummunicator had meant. Kase leaned over to Ivan and kissed him on the cheek.

“I’ll remember you,” she said, “Later…Ivan.”

Ivan casually walked across the streets of KO-35 and climbed into the pod with Rachel. He placed the cryo chamber in the back and noticed that her hair was black once more. Rachel knew he was going to ask, and rocketed the ship away from the Earth before he ever got the chance to.

“Doesn’t matter,” was all she said, “We accomplished what we needed to, and that’s that.”
“I know I did…” Ivan thought longingly, “Someday, I’ll return here…”
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Cliff and Inca walked into the village. Charlie noticed a Bloombud in sight – but it was being worn by Cliff’s new girlfriend. Maya called for the drumbeats to stop, walked up to Cliff, and shook his hand. “That’s so sweet,” she said, “Did Cliff give that to you?” Inca nodded. “Cliff, I never knew you wanted to marry her.”

Cliff’s mind stopped all thought. “MARRY?”
“Yes,” Maya explained, “A Bloombud is given to someone on Mirinoi as a sign of affection, usually a marriage proposal.”
“She took it from me!” Cliff shouted.
“Thanks,” Charlie said as she removed the rose from where it was pinned to Inca’s chest. The Mirinoian girl looked at Charlie angrily.

Maya said nothing. She walked over to the swords and grabbed one by its golden grip. A wolf-head was embedded into the blade. Maya ran its yellow energy through a device on her wrist and called out “Go Galactic!” She now donned a yellow spandex suit with a wolf-like helmet and a zigzag design across her chest. Charlie and Cliff retaliated by changing into their A-Squad suits.

“We’re taking the flower and hightailing it out of here,” Charlie said as she pointed her gun at the Yellow Galaxy Ranger.
“I AIN’T gettin’ married!” Cliff added.
“Really?” Maya smirked, “Lights of Orion!”

Claws, a sword enhancement, and a few other bits appeared over Maya’s suit. She jumped into the air and dashed at Charlie and Cliff. The two found their Custom Firearms out of ammo and their armor slowly cracking. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Charlie whispered to the Green Ranger beside her, “but when you’re out of options, the only thing left to do is RUN! A-CYCLE!”

The black-and-red motorbike arrived at Charlie’s side in an instant. She climbed on with Cliff sitting behind her and raced across the Mirinoian landscape. Their pod wasn’t too far away, but getting there would be difficult when the jungles were thick and the natives intense. Yet, the two did reach the pod, and very hastily exited for the Terror.

A-Squad’s mission was complete.
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“Emperor Gruumm, sir,” Charlie said over her Gruummunicator aboard A-Squad’s ship, “We’ve collected what you need. First is a cryogenic chamber.” Rachel and Ivan lugged it into the main room. The chamber was placed on the teleport pad and sent to Gruumm’s ship in a blinding flash of light. “Next, a Bloombud.” The flower did the same. “And finally…”

“I FAILED!” Beevor yelled, “I failed! I was so caught up in the festivities of being a king I forgot to get whatever it was I needed to get! Oh, just vaporize me now and let it be done with!” Rachel held a crystal vial to Beevor’s skin and collected a drop of pure Aquitan water that had fallen from his fangs. She corked the vial, gave it to Charlie, and watched her leader place it on the pad.

“We’ve got water from Aquitar,” Charlie said, “but I’m curious, Emperor…all these supplies…Omni, the Synthesis Engine, everything we just got…Is there a purpose to it? A reason? I don’t want to have been gallivanting across the universe just to find out we’ve been finishing your grocery shopping.”

“The Magnificence shall reward you when control of the world is mine!” Gruumm said, “Now, the time has come for you to return! Go back to where you came from and bring me Commander Anubis ‘Doggie’ Cruger…ALIVE! TO GAMMA ORION!” Gruumm swung his staff and knocked A-Squad’s ship out of orbit.

The black spacecraft emblazoned with the “SPD” logo spun across the stars towards the prison/forest planet of Gamma Orion. Gruumm’s orders came in the form of three letters blinking across the digital screen. “S…O…S…”

The only thing heard from the out-of-control spacecraft was Beevor’s unhinged scream of “WHEE!!!!”
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On the next (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad

A-Squad reflects on moments that never happened, Rachel helps Cliff pitch a tent, and a camping trip is interrupted when stupid B-Squad blasts down the door. A-Squad’s heading home, but they don’t recognize the new guy…he’s white and blindingly shiny…that’s all they know.

Gamma Orion: Survival of the Finest

[GreenNinja]

It's the one that takes place within Ressurection.
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Gamma Orion: Survival of the Finest

Gamma Orion was a planet confused as to what it was supposed to be. On one hand it contained a high-security penitentiary that once held the mirror-based criminal Mirloc. On the OTHER hand, it contained dense forests that rivaled those in Briarwood back on Earth. Somewhere between the Alcatraz-like prison and the thickly-wooded forest fell the spacecraft of SPD’s A-Squad They had been hurtled here by Gruumm mere minutes before.

“A-Squad!” Gruumm spoke over the Gruummunicators, a direct line to his ship, “In accordance with my past mission, a signal has been transmitted to Earth. B-Squad should be arriving by noonday tomorrow to ‘rescue’ you from this ‘predicament’. All I ask is that you make it look good and be sure to capture Cruger when you return to the base. That will be all.”

“You heard the bony man,” Beevor said, “That gives us…24 hours to do whatever we want. I suggest a friendly camping trip. We have the forest to do it. And at night we can sleep by the glaring light of the prison. This will be fun.”
“PRISON!?” Cliff blurted.
“Yes, I can see it on the horizon,” Smith answered, “looks tough.” Ivan, asserting the courage he had gained, grabbed Smith by the collar of his uniform and slammed him up against a tree.

“Beevor, you IDIOT! Do you know what we are?”
“The A-Squad?”
“NO! Well, yes, but NO! We’re wanted criminals! I’m sure the word’s spreading that we’ve caused trouble across space and time, and if we’re locked up in there forever, I’m blaming it on you! We can stay here tonight, but it’s gotta be on the down-low, clear?”
“Loud and clear, Lane.”
“Nice to see you taking orders from me for once.”

Charlie scaled to the top of a tree to get a look at the planet they had landed on, and ended up tumbling into a mud pit below. Her skin was covered in the grime, but she brushed it from her face and uniform and found the effect good. “Yes…” she mused, “this is exactly what it’ll take to make it look like a struggle. B-Squad has no clue what we’ve been doing…just make it look like a fight ended here and we’ll be in the clear.”

Rachel sat along the banks of the river. Her feet lapped in the water as she heard the native birds chirp around her. One day on Gamma Orion and she would return to Earth at last. Would people even remember her? Would that stuck-up girl with the metal hand…Sydney, she thought…have taken her place as SPD’s premiere Pink Ranger? As Rachel reflected on these thoughts she heard the distinctive voice of Cliff call out.

“YO, RACHEL!” he hollered, “Come help me with this spike!”
Rachel’s heart jumped. In her trip to the past she had finally figured out what had been driving her all this time. It was her powers. Now that her A-Squad Pink powers were infused in her, they were more of a driving force than ever; almost a second nature. You can’t change nature’s course; all you can do is run with it. That’s what she was going to do.

Rachel hastily ran through the trees to the clearing near the ship. She could see that Cliff had gone shirtless from the heat of the day. His A-Squad uniform’s shirt was tied around his waist, and a massive hammer was in his hand. Rachel had halfway unzipped her uniform top when she halted in her tracks. A frown fell across her face.

Cliff had a white tarp beside him and two sturdy metal spikes. A coil of rope was visible off to the side. “I’m setting up the tent for tonight,” spoke the A-Squad Green Ranger, “Figure we should spend our last night on this crazy trip across the universe out in nature itself…is there a problem, Motohime?”

“Not the kind of spike I was expecting,” she sighed.
“Just a lil’ bit longer,” Cliff said. Jones became a John Henry as he slammed the last metal spike into the ground and tied the tarp between the poles. “There,” he said as he wiped his brow of sweat, “now that we have the tent, how’s about if I relieve you of your troubles?”
“You mean…?”
“Yes.”

Cliff and Rachel ducked into the tent. The tent sides bulged out as they rolled around on the clay ground and enjoyed one of their last moments before the B-Squad came to pick them up. Hours passed. Day turned to night. The wildlife in the forest changed and a cool moon took the place of the blazing sun. Charlie grabbed some flint and built a crude campfire just outside A-Squad’s ship.

“Where are Jones and Motohime?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Beevor replied as he took out a guitar, “since there’s a campfire, who wants s’mores and music? I’ve been told I can play the guitar pretty good…”
“Smith, you’ve never played the guitar.” Ivan said.
“And I never will again,” Beevor said as he pulled a guitar pick from between his upper set of eyes, “Now, let me sing you a song I wrote out of boredom. It goes a little something like this…”

We left SPD
Oh, some time ago
Minor characters
In Cruger’s two-bit show
The newbies are in
We are the ones out
I don’t know what this song
Is really about

“Was that Smith…singing?” Rachel asked as she and Cliff, both with contented smiles on their faces, walked into the campfire area. They sat down beside the others. “What were we talking about? If it led to that…”
“He did it on his own,” Ivan stated.
“We were talking about how we’re heading back tomorrow,” Charlie said, “We don’t know how SPD’s changed in these months. We know we’re going back…but should it be for the right reason? Think about it…”

The others could see what Charlie was explaining to them as she spoke. Ripples and a white edge were around the flashback to declare that it was so. Beevor discovered he’d learn more about this “flashback” technique at a later point.

“…before Cruger found me, I was nobody. I kept myself in shape, as any person should do, but I never DREAMED I’d be in SPD. Then I came to know every single one of you nitwits, and we worked well. You most of all, Rachel.” Rachel blushed at the comment. “I don’t know why, but being on the side of Gruumm has brought out things in me I never knew existed. Things Cruger never would’ve allowed to exist. If we go back under him, we can never do those things again. We’re attacking.”

“Now hold up!” Ivan said, “That’s great for you, but don’t let being the first female Red Ranger go to your head. Besides, if you’re fired from A-Squad, I get promoted.”
“Why you?” Beevor asked, “I’m Blue, right? That makes me SECOND-in…”
“Hush, Smith!” Ivan said, “Let ME tell you why…”

Ivan, too, went into a flashback.

“…I don’t know why any of you joined A-Squad, but my family’s been with SPD for years. My parents financed the Power Project, should you know. I’ve taken all sorts of insults and stabs for being a male Yellow Ranger….has ANYBODY heard of Dustin…or Chip?...but it was worth it, because on this trip I found out that just because you wear yellow doesn’t make you a girl. I’m ready to rightfully attain the position I’ve always earned. We’re not attacking.”

“That’s nice,” Rachel yawned, “Were you talking? I’d like to say my take on this before all of you bore me to death.” Rachel could easily tap into her flashback. Charlie was the most intimately familiar with Motohime, and Beevor wanted to know more. “How do they get that ripply effect?” he asked himself, “This is unbelievable!”

“It goes like this,” Rachel began, “I heard of A-Squad, and decided I would do whoever it took to get to the top. I didn’t know why I was like that, but I went with it. I turned to Gruumm because he, frankly, didn’t care about us. I was free to do as I pleased. Then, when we traveled to the past, Cassie revealed what’s been driving me this whole time. SPIKES. Even if I get my Ranger powers taken away from me, the feelings they give me are almost instinct by now. I want to KEEP my powers. We’re attacking SPD.”

“My turn! My turn!” Beevor said as he raised his hand, “I can’t do the flashback thing, so can I play another campfire song?” The others, having no clue what was on Smith’s mind; let him go along with it. Beevor picked up his guitar and guitar pick and played a song best described as an ode to himself.

I was eating my family out of house and home
So I came to SPD, and was free to roam
By pure luck, and McGee being dead
I became A-Squad Blue when I bit off his head

What have I learned? I, myself want to know
My tentacle has many places to which it could go
It’s been a long time, and I think it’d be nice
Since I’ve seen Cruger, made it with Motohime twice

And if the Commander’s teeth I want to seeeeeeeee…
Which is why I’m not going to attack SPD.

“I think half yo’ singin’ was in another language, man,” Cliff said, “Couldn’t understand you at all. Stop speaking Odebenese o’ whateva’ it’s called.”
“Oh, and you’re the master of perfect diction,” Beevor sneered, “We’re two and two on attacking, and YOU’RE the deciding vote. So tell us, Cliffy, what have YOU learned in your time with us?”
“Well, since y’all asked,” Cliff started…

“I ain’t tellin’ ya where I come from. Even I don’t know. All I know is that the gods told me to join SPD and Gruumm…one right after the other. Believe it or not, without me, y’all would’ve been dead more than once. My juju has greatly improved in this time, and I’m bein’ sure to take affirmative action to let them know that my people ain’t about to be underrated.”
“Who’s them?” Charlie asked.
“The Man,” Cliff said as he squinted his eyes, “he’s out to get me.”
“So, any word on our attack?” queried Ivan.
“I’m not goin’ to be one to go against the Emperor’s orders…so yes.”
Beevor and Ivan sighed.

A round of discussion, debate and forced campfire singing followed. A-Squad went to sleep in the tent (Beevor found himself sleeping in the part of the tent he declared as “sticky”) and waited for the next morning to come. When the first rays of the sun shone through the tarp, Charlie could feel her Gruumunicator rumbling in her pocket.

The skeletal Emperor spoke but one line. “Today…is….the day…”
Charlie woke up the other A-Squadders and had them transform to Ranger form. They hid in the “crashed” body of their spacecraft, sealed the door tight, and waited. The sounds of the jungle-prison were heard outside for hours on end until the sound of rumbling footsteps came from the distance.

The sounds of combat (and the revving of one motor) were heard outside. Krybots, Orangeheads, Blueheads, and a rather unfortunate alien whom Beevor had scared off last night went through a fierce battle with the B-Squad Rangers in SWAT Mode…and the guy in white who was always seen with them. The voice of Jack Landors called out “You’re under arrest, buddy!” as he slammed a pair of handcuffs down on the alien’s hands.

B-Squad looked towards the A-Squad spacecraft. Cliff could sense their presence. The Delta Enforcers whirred from outside. A-Squad cringed at the thought of their eventual discovery. To ensure all went well Charlie leaned to her comrades and whispered “Don’t just do it. OVERdo it. As far as they know we’ve been involved in a faraway intergalactic war and possibly dead for the past months. The more melodramatic you are, the better the effect.”

“Melodrama, I can do that,” Beevor winked through his helmet, “Got it, Haywood.”
“So we’re supposed to fake it?” Rachel whispered back.
“No problem,” she and Ivan said simultaneously, “I do it all the…”
The Pink and Yellow Rangers exchanged odd glances at each other.
“Quiet,” Cliff shushed, “they’s comin’.”

“You stay there!” said Z as she and Syd ensured the alien was contained in his cuffs. Bridge and Samega idled about in the background. Jack and Sky, donning their vests with the vibrantly colored red “1” and blue “2”, approached A-Squad’s ship.

“Okay, Sky, let’s take a look,” Jack said as he tapped on the door. The locks bound the metal plates together so tightly that a simple punch or kick wouldn’t be enough to cause it to fall. “We’ll have to blast our way in,” Jack said, “FIRE!” Sky and Jack aimed their Delta Enforcers at the door and blasted. The now-jagged metal doors slid open as A-Squad played their part.

“Look, there’s someone in there!” Syd exclaimed.
“No way!” Sky added. Jack gasped.
“The A-Squad!” Z cheered.
“They’re alive!” Bridge yelled.
“Duh!” Rachel thought, “Who do you think we are, the ancient Animarium warriors?”
“Yeah!” Syd spoke again.
“Whoa!” added Tinkersam.

A-Squad walked forward as though they had been to Hell and back. In some ways, they had, but B-Squad didn’t know the full and complete truth. Only they did. “Let’s give them a hand,” Jack said as he rushed over to Charlie. Sky stood beside Beevor and Cliff; Ivan and Rachel followed closely in line to make sure they were noticed.

“You okay?” Jack asked.
“Gonna be alright,” Sky said to his damaged superiors.
“Thank goodness,” Syd stated.

Charlie overdramatically walked forward with Jack’s arm around her shoulder and said “Power down!” Her A-Squad suit spiraled away to reveal her human form. Her skin was covered in dirt, as was her uniform, and her face was tired, but she was otherwise alright. Charlie looked up to the man who had taken her spot as Red Ranger and made the best “sexy-pout” face she could muster.

“Whoa…you’re a girl,” Jack exclaimed. Although Charlie couldn’t tell it through the visor, Jack was actually looking at her chest. It’s a man’s first instinct upon seeing a woman in a condition such as Charlie’s.

“Red’s a girl?” Sky asked. Sky’s mind was going crazy in thought. “HOW. COULD. I. BE. SO. STUPID?! It’s been so long since I’ve seen or even HEARD of the A-Squad that I forgot about Charlie Haywood! …it doesn’t matter. She still has a vagina, and that means she’s unfit to lead. Only a strong, hard-bodied person such as me should be up to such a task.”

“Got a problem with that?” Charlie sarcastically questioned. She remembered Sky Tate all too well. “That man’s too big for his uniform pants,” Charlie thought, “wonder how the new guy will take to it?”

“No, I’m cool,” Jack said as he focused once more on Charlie’s assets. Haywood made herself stand upright. The other A-Squadders did the same and powered down. B-Squad did likewise…(except for Light Bright). To Syd, Bridge and Sky these were familiar faces. Jack, Z, and Tinkerbell, however, did not recognize them from before.

“Haywood, Smith, Jones, Lane, Motohime,” Sky said, “We are B-Squad. Gentlemen, ladies, and lightforms, stand in line and state name, rank, and genetic power. We must make sure that our superiors are acquainted with us for their journey back to Earth! HUT!”
“Who died and made you leader?” Syd asked, “I’M the leader.”
“No, I am!” Jack said, “And,” he sighed, “We’re doing as Sky says.”

B-Squad stood in line and called off their stats.
“Landors, SPD Red, Molecularization!”
“Tate, SPD Blue, Force Field!”
“Carson, SPD Green, Psychic Senses.”
“Delgado, SPD Yellow, Multiplicity.”
“Drew, SPD Pink, Elemental Absorption.”
“Rai, SPD Omega, Teleportation.”

“Who’s the new guy?” Beevor asked.
“Sam U. Rai,” spoke Sam, “SPD Omega Ranger. I’m the FORCE FROM THE FUTURE!”
“Oh, give me a Break,” Ivan sighed, “Why did Cruger choose you?”
“Because I’m FROM THE FUTURE!”
“Cam we just head back to Earth now?” Rachel asked.
“Yes,” Jack said, “Omega, lead the way.”

DekaOmega powered down to a simple ball of light. Beevor was incredibly amused by the concept of a living light-sphere and chased after him through the forest to the spot where the SWAT Truck lay. The two Squads caught up with the walrus and lightball; Charlie admired the armored truck. “So, can I drive?” she asked. Jack shook his head in disapproval.

“I drive, you ride shotgun,” he commanded, “the rest of you take the back.”
“What about Sam U. Rai?” Beevor asked.
“He ALSO rides in the back,” Jack said. “Which is why I’m giving you these.” B-Squad put on a pair of sunglasses each.
“No thanks, I brought my own,” Beevor said confidently. TWO pairs of sunglasses went atop his dome. One on the upper set of eyes, another on the lower; Rachel, Ivan and Cliff only needed one.

“So, what’s changed since we left?” Charlie asked.
“A lot,” Jack answered, “There’s Omega, Kat and Cruger have…”
“…Ranger powers?” Cliff asked of Bridge in the back of the truck.
“Well, Kat’s are temporary,” Bridge rambled, “but Cruger’s…”
“Probably still a jackass,” Rachel interrupted, “he kept calling me ‘Motokick’ before we left. He doesn’t know any of your names either, I bet.”
“That’s because you nudged Kat to get her in your training room,” Syd blurted.
“Oh, those teeth…” Beevor whispered.
“Shut up, Smith and let me do the talking,” Sky commanded.
“We’re here!” exclaimed the talking flashbulb.

A-Squad and B-Squad boarded the ship and headed back to Earth.
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In the blue-lit Command Center, A-Squad and B-Squad stood staring at each other. Kat, Cruger and OmegaBreak were present as well. Nobody really cared about Sam, despite that he stood out like a sore thumb. SPD’s cameraman filmed a pan down the faces of A-Squad, and then the same down the faces of B-Squad.

“A joyous day for SPD,” Cruger started, “Well done, B-Squad.” Cruger failed to notice that Beevor’s upper set of eyes was looking directly into his mouth.
“Welcome back, A-Squad,” Kat added. “I need to prepare your post-medicals. I will see you shortly.” She leaned to B-Squad. “Nice job, guys. Thank you.”
“She didn’t even LOOK at me,” Rachel thought, “After all I did with her?”

“Thank you again, cadets,” spoke the Commander, “You have filled in nicely. But now I need to speak to the A-Squad.”
“Please do!” Beevor whispered.
“B-Squad, you are dismissed.” B-Squad exchanged confused glances.
“Uh…but…sir,” Jack Landors countered.
“I said you are dismissed,” Cruger replied sternly.

“Yes, sir,” B-Squad said hesitantly. As they left, Bridge took his gloves off and psychic-scanned A-Squad for the first time since…well, the first time he had done so. Rachel would’ve let out a squeal of delight, but she had to keep her calm demeanor in front of the Commander. Bridge left the room.

“A-Squad, so much has happened in your absence. We’ll begin your debriefing right away. You may have noticed the base is now more…hardwired. Better technology. This is because Kat and I have made much advancement…” B-Squad paid so little attention this quickly turned into an endless series of “blah”s.

“Wes Collins was right,” Ivan whispered aside to Charlie, “you DO make a damn good female Red Ranger.”
“You can slap it later;” Charlie whispered back, “Cruger’s speaking. We initiated the strike on my count. 10…9…”

“Welcome back, Rangers. I had feared the worst,” Cruger continued, “I have many questions for you and you may have as many for me.” With nary a word A-Squad morphed and took out their Custom Firearms. “But for now, welcome ba…” he turned around and found himself at gunpoint.

“You’ll be coming with us, Commander Cruger,” spoke Charlie in her typical anal-retentive tone, “You have an appointment with Emperor Gruumm.”
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Far overhead, in the reaches of space, the Terror moved over Earth and zapped the humans and two blue-skinned aliens into the ship. If only Kat had run her post-medicals BEFORE having A-Squad and B-Squad meet, all would have been saved. That would not be the case.

“Gruumm, we’re on our way,” spoke Charlie, “beam us up.”
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On the next-to-last (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad

There will be explosions.

A-Squad vs. B-Squad

[MegaZeo]

I should have said this much earlier, but here it is anyway:

Hilarious excellence, Tober. :023:

[Hibernian Ranger]

“I’d like you to know Astronema,” Zhane said, “While you may be a great lay, that doesn’t mean I’ll let you have what belongs to them. It’s not the size of the man in the fight, but the size of the fight in the man! NO ONE GETS INSIDE OUR CIRCLE!”
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” yelled Ivan.
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” shouted Andros.
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” said Charlie.
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” roared Ashley.
“SHE EATS THE SKULLS OF CHILDREN TO SURVIVE!” gargled Beevor.
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” TJ proclaimed proudly.
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” passionately spoke Cliff.
“I CAN’T BE A RANGER ANYMORE!” Carlos yelled, “NO ONE GETS INSIDE!”
“NO ONE GETS INSIDE!” Cassie declared.
“I GET INSIDE!” Rachel said.
“NO ONE…GETS….INSIDE!” Zhane finished with fire in his heart.


That was the worst bit of wormhole but you made it funny. This is amazing. I got a bit confused towards the end as Sam's name kept changing.


Samega, Tinkersam, DekaOmega

But Nice Goin'

[GreenNinja]

TWO Episodes!
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A-Squad vs. B-Squad

Cruger had been brought before Emperor Gruumm. The Commander was calm and unhesitating before his archenemy, but his constant glare at A-Squad made the elite five think that he knew what they had been up to…somehow. The Emperor slammed his staff on the ground, had it and his eyes light up, and looked at Cruger. The two stared down in a moment of silence; then Gruumm spoke at last.

“Well, Cruger,” spoke the skeleton in a low, slow, guttural growl, “how does it feel…to be betrayed…by your own Rangers?” He looked at the direction of A-Squad, who now stood at attention with robotic stares. Cruger now turned his head at them and replied to the Emperor.

“These are not Rangers,” he said, “a real Power Ranger must be true of heart.”
“Stop it with all this emotional junk,” Cliff thought, “that don’t matter none.”
“All those years of training and you have learned nothing,” Cruger snapped.
“He’s right!” sparked a thought in Beevor’s mind, “I HAVE learned nothing!”

“Grow up, Doggie,” said Charlie audibly, “everyone wants to be on a winning team.”
“Damn straight,” Ivan thought.
“And when the Earth falls,” Gruumm began to rant once more, “you shall be ruling alongside me...as promised.”
“Meeeeeh,” Beevor droned under his breath, “I tried that on Aquitar. Once you’ve ruled something once, you don’t need to rule again. The gig got boring.”
“There are still people willing to do anything it takes to protect the Earth!”

Charlie laughed. “Who, that pathetic bunch of losers; your B-Squad…please.”
“Don’t underestimate them!” roared Gruumm, “They’ve been a great annoyance to me!”
“That’s ‘cause they’ve never faced the best of the best. Let us take care of them.”
“NO!” shouted Cruger.

Charlie and Gruumm glanced at each other and whispered something in tones so inaudible only Cruger, with his dog-like hearing, could make out what they were saying. On another note, Beevor heard nothing but a melodic humming that went rather like this…

Flying here in the clouds
And it wouldn’t doubt a flood
Throw your almond in the loo
Ah, new Sega with a suit!
Slap me ‘round, Olsen Clowns!
Save the world with underpants!

In reality, this conversation was happening.
“Do we?” Charlie asked.
“You do,” Gruumm said, “for your future…and mine.”
“Understood,” Charlie whispered back.
“DO IT,” Gruumm leered at Cruger and turned to Charlie once more. “Haywood, get on the line with SPD and inform them of their…coming defeat.” Charlie pulled out her Gruummunicator and waved her hand over the two spikes at the end. Cruger gasped in shock.

“If you want us, B-Squad, come and get us,” Charlie threatened, “Sector A, Zone 4. We’re waiting.” That said, Charlie and the A-Squad teleported down to the aforementioned Sector-Zone. Mere seconds after they’d departed Cruger looked Gruumm in his light-up eyes and asked a question.

“Sector A, Zone 4?” he asked, “Isn’t that the one with the inactive mines?”
“Hmm…it is, now that I think of it,” Gruumm mused, “the explosions will be…Magnificent!”
“You idiot…” Cruger pouted, “You really ARE a bonehead.” …now, which one of us is Cliff related to?”
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Sector A, Zone 4 appeared to be an incredibly calm stadium-type setting. It was. Then the Ranger battle about to happen took place and the entire thing exploded like Rachel on a lonely night. The signs were there from the very first moment…

A-Squad walked forward; their faces were grinning in evil determination and the will to prove to Gruumm that they could someday rule the Earth alongside him. There was an explosion. From the other side of the field approached B-Squad; Jack, Sky, Bridge, Z and Syd; their vehicles lay on the dusty ground unharmed, and they would remain unharmed in the battles to come. There was an explosion.

Charlie, Beevor, Cliff, Rachel and Ivan stared coldheartedly at B-Squad while the lower-ranking team did the same to their superiors. There was an explosion. “A-Squad!” Charlie commanded as she held her hands out; the five evil Rangers suited up into their primarily-black armored suits and readied their Custom Firearms. There was an explosion. “Let’s do this…” Charlie said.

A-Squad fired a rain of bullets at B-Squad in a futile attempt to kill them before they could morph. There was an explosion. “Ready?” asked Jack; the four replied the same, “SPD, EMERGENCY!” As Jack opened the Delta Morpher’s cover, there was an explosion. B-Squad leapt into the air and went through a Full Blast Action-like morph that consumed a much greater portion of the CGI and Special Effects budgets than A-Squad’s swirly rings of light. B-Squad landed on the ground; there was an explosion.

B-Squad drew their Deltamax Strikers and Delta Blasters and charged for A-Squad; A-Squad continued to fire from their imposing black guns. There was an explosion. It would be one of many to come in the ensuing battles between the hopeful, yet up-and-coming B-Squad and the hyped and powerful A-Squad. Because a sentence was finished, there was an explosion.

Ivan and Z grappled with each other in close combat; Ivan made note of Z’s “costume gapping” and decided he could do with a better look by throwing her into some nearby barrels. There was an explosion….from Ivan or the barrel is as of yet undetermined.

“Get up, loser!” Ivan growled as he grabbed Z and threw her into a slow-motion spin; Ivan fired his Custom at the girl in yellow. Because Ivan had bad aim and only hit Z once or twice, there was an explosion.

On the other side of the lot, Bridge and Cliff performed a death-defying stunt leap off the top of an old car. There was an explosion. Bridge drew his Deltamax Striker and grappled with Cliff; Carson fell to the ground and was thrown into the car with great force. There was an explosion. Bridge and Cliff jump up into the air towards each other with weapons drawn. There was an explosion.

Beevor shot at Sky and missed every shot. (Now you see why they keep SWAT Flyer 2 on autopilot). There was an explosion. Sky attempted to hit Beevor with his Deltamax Striker; he refused to let this incompetent walrus overtake his position as Blue Ranger…unless Beevor taking over as Blue meant he would be promoted to Red, in which case Sky would fake injuries like no tomorrow. Beevor caused an explosion which damaged Sky despite being BEHIND him.

Syd leapt high into the air, screaming, and spun onto the ground. Before she fell there had been an explosion. Rachel stepped sultrily on top of a car (which MAY have been the one Cliff and Bridge were fighting on) and fired laser shots at Syd; Syd used her never-mentioned-before skills as a gymnast to backflip out of the way. There were explosions. Syd continued her jumpy-flippy routine and launched into the air where Rachel fired at her. There were more explosions.

Jack screamed “WHOOOOOOOA!” as he leapt into the air and shot at Charlie with his Delta Blasters. Behind him, in flashy pyrotechnics, there was an explosion. He fired the twin guns at Charlie. There was an explosion. Charlie flailed at first, but managed to get in a close-combat struggle with Jack and throw him away. Her Custom Firearm damaged the B-Squad Red Ranger greatly…and created more explosions. Jack fell into a pile of tires. The tires exploded.
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For a reason we have yet to understand, A-Squad and B-Squad’s fight had shifted to an Abandoned Warehouse, as compared to the Abandoned Lot they were fighting in minutes before. Charlie and the rest fired at B-Squad and sent them to the ground. There was an explosion.

“Ha ha ha!” Charlie laughed, “You never really thought you stood a chance against us, did you?” For a reason as inexplicable as the change in scenery, B-Squad’s helmets had been flung off as they struggled to regain control (that they never had) of the battle upon the ground.

“After all, you’re only the B-Squad,” Charlie gloated.
“Meaning what?” Jack stupidly asked.
“You’re second-best,” said Rachel.
“Second-rate,” added Ivan.
“And second choice,” said Cliff, whose voice now sounded very much like Ivan’s.
“You’re not even fit to shine our boots,” Charlie spoke proudly.
“Although if you want to, mine could do with some polishing,” thought an oddly quiet Beevor.

B-Squad moaned as they stood up and assembled.
“Let’s show them how we do it…” said Jack, “B-Squad style. Rangers!”
“SPD, SWAT MODE!”

In a flash of multicolored light, the SPD Rangers suited up into their A-Squad-inspired SWAT Mode. The names of their Japanese counterparts (Ban, Hoji, Sen-chan, Jasmine and Umeko) showed around them due to lack of original footage. Their Delta Enforcers drawn and their chest shields aglow, they charged into battle.

“Come on!” Charlie growled.
“Let’s do it!” commanded Jack.

Z ran at Ivan with her Delta Enforcer firing blast after blast. There were MANY explosions. They both leapt into the air and continued firing, but Z flipped upside-down and landed a direct shot to Ivan’s chest that sent him into a nearby shelf. There was an explosion. Hmm…”there was an explosion” is becoming cliché by now. I’ll set it to “Ctrl+V”.

“Down for the count!” Z said as she won her battle.

Bridge and Cliff flipped over a car (AGAIN) and the B-Squad Ranger raced ahead. Cliff fired and MISSED EVERY DAMN SHOT IN SLOW-MOTION. Ctrl+V. Bridge lazily reclined back, stroked his Delta Enforcer’s trigger, fired green laser blasts, and sent Cliff onto the top of the car. Ctrl+V. He spoke something unintelligible on his victory.

Syd flipped away from a car… Ctrl+V…and found herself meeting with Rachel’s gunfire. Ctrl+V. Her Delta Enforcer was knocked away, but she drew her Deltamax Striker and caused an explosion within Rachel’s range. The A-Squadder collapsed onto the ground. Ctrl+V. “Buh-bye!” said Syd.

Sky ran up a wall and flipped over several boxes as Beevor fired all the while. Ctrl+V. Sky launched blue bursts from his own Delta Enforcer and defeated the Odebenid in a few simple shots. Ctrl+V. “You’re goin’ down!” he proclaimed.

Jack and Charlie exchanged crossfire, but never actually hit each other. Ctrl+V. Charlie blasted Jack’s Delta Enforcer away and sent him spiraling into the air. Ctrl+V. Jack fired with his Delta Blasters in mid-spin, caught the Enforcer, and landed on the ground. Ctrl+V. Charlie’s defeat came as Jack stated “B-Squad rules!” Ctrl+V.

A tired A-Squad regrouped in the hallway at gunpoint. Charlie pressed something on her wrist and said “Let’s take this to the big leagues.” A-Squad teleported away even though they’d only shown that ability a few times; B-Squad would have to run very, very fast to catch up.
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“It’s Zord time! Let’s make this quick! Once we’re finished with the B-Squad, we’ll take care of Broodwing,” said Charlie from the A-butrex-Squad Megazord. She seemed to be the only one who had any lines, but no one cared to point that out.

Within a short time the Delta Squad and Omegamax Megazords were fighting against the A-butrex-Squad Megazord, but their attacks weren’t working in the slightest. Charlie, with little effort, cut the blade of the Delta Squad’s sword from its grip; she laughed at her victory.

To make matters worse, Broodwing had seized command of the Delta Base and decided to take it for a joyride around town while Charlie and the A-Squad grappled their underlings with great force. “Now the power is in my hands,” said Broodwing, “New Tech City will be the first to fall, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. May I suggest you GET OUT OF MY WAY?”

“Don’t forget us!” Charlie spoke badly as she unleashed a beam from the A-butrex-Squad Megazord. Beams and lasers were flowing freely until both Tinkerball’s and the B-Squad’s Megazord fell to the ground. “Yes!” said Charlie. “Too easy,” added Cliff. With B-Squad’s Megazord exploded, they had surely won the fight.

Time passed. Too much time. It went from day to night and day again as Broodwing and A-Squad jaunted about the city, had a beer or two, and planned what they would do when they ruled the city. As Broodwing looked out at the dawn’s early light, he commanded the monster troops in the Delta Command cockpit with him. “We strike now!” he yelled. His screaming was interrupted by…

“The SWAT Megazord?!”
“Hold it right there, Broodwing!”
“You won’t stop me!” Broodwing said.
“No one’s gonna destroy the B-Squad but us! FIRE!” roared Charlie. The A-butrex-Squad Megazord launched another laser beam. The SWAT Megazord KICKED at the lasers and deflected them. All laws of physics had just been broken.

“You ready, Rangers?” Jack commanded.
“Ready!” replied Bridge, Sky, Syd and Z.

The SWAT Megazord descended from the sky and proceeded to deliver kick after powerful, metallic kick. A-Squad’s cockpits shook and rumbled from every blow. “Let’s finish this!” said Jack. The flying gestalt took out its twin guns and fired round after round of gunfire at the A-butrex-Squad Megazord; this was enough to finish it. Much like with their real fight, B-Squad had won through greater power.
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Beevor, Rachel, Cliff and Ivan were struggling to get up. Charlie had only lost her helmet. They looked up at the helmeted faces of their victors and knew the end was near. “You can’t do this to us…” Charlie groaned, “We’re the A-Squad!” She was holding onto her last strand of hope and memory of being the elite.

“Read the charges, you fool!” Haywood thought. Jack and the rest had opened their Delta Morphers to Judgment Mode, but gave no reason why A-Squad was about to meet their fate. That red X would be the last thing she would ever see. Charlie’s life flashed before her eyes.

“Looks like you’ve been demoted,” quipped Jack.
The SPD Rangers rung out with the united call of “Confinement time!”

The feelings were quick and intense. A flash of swirling reddish-white light was followed by a contraction of the very air around her. Charlie could feel her body being squeezed tight and her suit being torn asunder from her body. The rest were going through the same. Charlie thought she would die from suffocation, only to have the air suddenly become…freer.

Then she looked around. There was nowhere to move; left or right. All she could do was slam on the pane in front of her looking out to the world. B-Squad left the area, but not before informing SPD personnel they had five contained criminals that needed to be retrieved.

A-Squad had been confined.
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On the LAST (Mis)Adventures of A-Squad

Interrogation, power drains, “you’re fired!”, and where the hell these five SPD rejects go after all is said and done. The writer has Mystic Force and Boukenger to focus on, so sayonara, SPD!

What Happened Afterwards

[GreenNinja]

What Happened Afterwards

Just when Charlie had gotten used to life inside her Containment Card she found herself being forced out into the world again. Charlie and the other A-Squadders were strapped against the wall with a metallic drill-like device aimed at them. They could see Cruger, Kat, and Boom through the room’s clear glass window. Whatever purpose they had been brought here for was clearly one of a nature they did not understand. Cruger’s voice came over the intercom.

“The fighting is done with,” he said, “Mora, Broodwing and Gruumm are confined and locked away, but we’ll be dealing with you traitors first. For starters, Kat ran those post-medicals on you at last; we’ve detected traces of Ranger energy in your bodies. This is highly unnatural.”

“What’s the drill for?” Beevor asked.
“It’s a power siphon,” Boom explained, “It will drain the Ranger energy from your bodies and place it back into the Grid. We don’t know how it got there in the first place, but we’re going to get it out.”
“Will this hurt?” asked Rachel.
“It might sting a little,” Kat commented, “Turn the siphon on!”

The siphon began to spin as a vacuum force gripped the A-Squad’s chests. Energy in the five colors swirled outward and re-separated into individual “blocks” of energy allocated in their own containers. It was though their very life was being sucked from them; A-Squad held tight. The pain that had been gripping them vanished instantly as Kat shut the power siphon off.

“All taken and accounted for,” Cruger said, “Now, what are these?” He held in his hand a Gruummunicator. Its dim, bony-gray coloring made it barely visible in the darkness of the room, but Charlie knew what it was nonetheless. “I can already tell they’re Class-A Contraband, right up there with The Evil and Galaxian Powder. Tell me where you got them from, what you used them for, and who supplied them.”

“We don’t really have any otha choice, do we?” struggled Cliff.
“No, not really…” Boom shrugged.
“It was Gruumm,” Ivan said, “They were his personal communication devices. We used them to transform after he forced our Ranger power into our bodies. We’ve been using them the whole time; our Delta Morphers are nothing more than lifeless hunks of metal now.”

“I can reassign the A-Squad powers to a new set of Delta Morphers,” Kat said, “They’re nothing more than a vessel for transporting the space metal that makes up your Ranger suits anyway. The five of you will be sent to interrogation. We want to know the full story. Further word on your tenure at SPD will follow.”
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Charlie and Rachel were back in the locker room where they had first met. They were given the assignment to hand in their uniforms and to change into their prisoner outfits – bright orange outfits that made Rachel squirm by looking at them. The girls had gotten out of the shower when they gave each other a long gaze followed by a quick glance at their uniforms.

“No matter what, we’re fired, right?” Rachel asked.
Charlie replied, “Yup. We’re not gonna last more than a day here.”
Haywood reached over and pinched Rachel’s nipple. She noticed it become visible beneath the towel. Rachel giggled and remembered.
“Just like it was yesterday.”

Rachel and Charlie dropped their towels. They continued to glance and prepare for what was about to come. Both of them slipped on their panties and looked around the empty locker room. Even on the walls in here there were instances of the “SPD” insignia. “Let me give you a hand with that,” Charlie slipped her hand around Rachel’s breasts and helped her fit her bra on. Rachel did the same with her leader.

“It’s been fun,” Rachel said as she and Charlie dressed into the orange suits.
“May as well get these interrogations done with,” Rachel said, “Sayonara, SPD.”
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“Go in,” commanded a Pachydermian known as Hathi, now serving on guard, from outside Charlie’s interrogation room. Charlie was sitting on a simple wooden chair in front of a simple wooden table with another chair starting at her. A sole light hung overhead in the pitch blackness. Someone walked in to greet her.

The person was dressed in a silver, gold, and navy-blue uniform; she had long, brown hair like Charlie’s and a serious look on her face. “Name’s Nova,” she said, “I’ve been informed of your actions, Haywood, and all I want is for you to answer me a few questions. You cooperate and you’ll be out of here by tomorrow morning. You don’t…I have ways.” Nova revved the throttle on her Nova Morpher. “Now, let’s begin.”

“Take it, Chief,” Charlie said aside.
“What were your motivations for joining Gruumm?”

“To be the best. It’s always been my goal, and will continue to be. Yes, I became the first female Red Ranger, but that wasn’t enough. With Gruumm by my side I could be Queen of the Galaxy! Not to mention his pay was much greater than Cruger’s ever was. Now do you understand?!”

“I do,” Nova said calmly, “Next question. Anything illegal you performed during your leave? We want to mark this down for your record.” Nova took out a notepad and SPD pen and began to write down.

“I left the Helix Nebula, allied myself with Gruumm, shot out an intergalactic police station…”
“Officer Riviera,” Nova commented, “We’ve heard.”
“…released Omni, brought the Battle Thong across time and space to pleasure Astronema, theft of a Bloombud, and the recent attack on B-Squad. That’s all.”
“Your session is done, Haywood,” Nova said, “Thanks for your time.”

Charlie stood up and walked out. “Close the door, Hathi. Rachel’s coming in here, and you don’t know what she’ll end up doing.”
“I’ll take note of it, Miss Haywood,” Hathi said, “Next!”
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Rachel sat down at the interrogation desk and waited for her interrogator to come in. Her orange prison outfit was starting chafe, and just as Rachel was about to change into her minimal clothing underneath, she heard the door creak open. Her interrogator was none other than SPD’s chief scientist – Kat Manx. Kat sat down with a clipboard in hand, a pen behind her ears, and a serious look.

“Motohime, before we begin I’d like to inform you that there’s a microphone bugged into your clothes.” Rachel, fed up with the itchy outfit by now, tossed it aside and sat down, visibly cold, at the desk. “We also have cameras and microphones on the walls,” Kat continued, “so no luck.”

“Damn it,” Rachel muttered under her breath, “Quiz me, kitty. What do you want to know?”
“What drives you? There had to be SOMETHING if you went turncoat on the organization that gave you so much all these years.”

“SPD was too limiting,” Rachel explained, “Not to mention I’ve discovered spikes now. If you have Rangers powers, it’s bound to happen. Even for YOU, Kitty. Gruumm, was you know, was evil, and had no limit to what he would allow. I could be myself and not HAVE to follow any of your stupid guidelines. That’s why, okay?”

“One more question,” Kat asked, “I’ve heard rumors…just HOW…loose are you?”
“Omni, all the Space Ranger girls, every member of A-Squad, up to and including myself, Syd, a Karovan scientist, and very possibly that Deltamax Striker you left lying around.”
“Out, Motohime,” Kat snarled, “You’re done with. And put your clothes back on.” Rachel changed, forcibly, back into her orange outfit as Hathi filed in the next set for interrogation.
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They were going to fight aliens with aliens. Chosen to interview Beevor was none other than SPD’s lead field commander, Sergeant Silverback himself. The monkey and the walrus took their seats opposite each other and stared each other down. Six eyes hotly waiting for the questions to come. (Four of the eyes belonged to Smith, of course).

“For the time we are here, Cadet Smith, YEW belawng to me!” Silverback screeched.
“Make with the questioning,” Beevor yawned.
“What made you side with Emperor Gruumm? Now give me a straight-up answer, rookie!”

Beevor explained as best he could. “I don’t really know myself. It was brought about through a bizarre mixture of alcohol, greed, and two small flying seahorses named Reg. Gruumm’s offer was irresistible, but by the time he told me I could rule the galaxy, I’d already been down that road. So now I’m done with the whole ‘being evil’ thing. It’s time for me to take up my true love…”

Beevor reached into his pants pocket (Silverback winced) and took out a wooden ukulele. “Playing refreshing tropical themes at the beach while dancing with the rhythm of the ocean; I could do with a change.”

“…why?” Silverback hesitated to ask.
“C’mon, Silvy, give me a break here! Aqua-20 is a frozen wasteland. I want to live the life of a surfer dude.” He put two pairs of sunglasses over his eyes, “Which is why I would’ve quit SPD after we lost anyway. Later.”

Beevor walked out of the interrogation room playing a jaunty tropical tune on the ukulele. Silverback was admittedly tapping his foot, and even the guard-elephant Hathi was swinging his mammoth hips to the beat. As soon as Hathi regained his composure he motioned his trunk at the next two. They walked in.
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“Oh, shut up already!” Cliff thought as he sat before his interrogator. This is because his interrogator was the ear-gratingly annoying SPD Omega Ranger. Sam pointed his fist at the dangerously calm Cliff and asked “Okay, why did you work for Gruumm? Tell me, NO!”

“You pull the ‘Bad Cop’ routine all too well,” Cliff said smoothly, “Likely because you ARE a bad cop.” Omega let that pass him by and waited for Cliff to finish his answer. “But I’ll tell ya. Y’know that Gruumm might be related to me? I’m not sure, but just in case, I joined. His pay was good, and his missions were all too easy. Nothin’ a little juju couldn’t accomplish.”

“Juju?” questioned the Tetsu Light.

“In the village that I came from, I was a skilled shaman’s apprentice. My duty was to guard the island, and I had damn good skill with a blowgun. But I became overzealous of my position and was thrown out. You can’t make a living on traveling magic shows forever, so I decided to join SPD. There, you happy?”

“Very much, Jones,” Sam said, “We’ve made great progress.”

As Sam walked out of the room he felt something choking his neck. Cliff had gotten revenge on Sam to Hathi’s unnoticing. The Pachydermian told the last two to enter; A-Squad’s interrogation was almost done with.
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Ivan had gained much since he took off on that fateful mission to the Helix Nebula. He’d gone from being a ridiculed male Yellow Ranger to a force to be feared on the A-Squad. As such, SPD had sent in an equally-tough person to interrogate him for information.

Cruger sat in front of Ivan. “Lane, why did you do this? You told me yourself many times – the Lanes have always been generous donators to SPD and its causes. Why would you go evil? I don’t see any reason why.”

“Do you know what I went through, Cruger?” Ivan said as he pounded his fist on the table, “Just because my suit is yellow, people assumed I was a woman. Practical jokes, comments in the halls…it was tough. But when I worked with Gruumm, I proved myself as a man. I led us through these missions. I made it with a woman at last. I overcame everything thrown at me here, and I LIKED it. That’s why.”

“Makes sense,” the blue dog mused, “before you go…what do you plan to do after you leave?”
“I’m going to KO-35 to start a new life. Maybe I’ll take Rachel with me. She did say that’s her home world, in a way. Later, Cruger. Give my regards to SPD.”

Cruger and Ivan exited the room. Anubis turned to Hathi and whispered “So, was the job tough?” He waited. Elephants never forget, and after recollecting his experiences, Hathi turned to Cruger and whispered back.

“It was easy, Doggie. Can you get one of them tropical music CDs, though? I need something new to listen to.”
“WHY?”
“I have my reasons.”
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It had been a week since A-Squad had been forced to hand in their badges, uniforms and were told to pack up their belongings and get out. Cruger figured that permanent exile was better than time in jail. A-Squad’s interrogations had proved them to be ordinary people held back by their Commander…him. Anubis didn’t want a reminder of that every time he passed by the jail cells, so he let them back out into the world…powerless.

Charlie was wearing her gym clothes again when she ran past a street corner. She forced herself to a halt and looked aside to see that on that street corner was Beevor. He was wearing two pairs of sunglasses, a straw hat, and a blue Hawaiian shirt. A ukulele was in his hand and he was belting out tunes to promote his album. How he’d gotten one in one week Charlie didn’t bother to ask.

“Smith?” she asked, “Smith? Is that you?”
“Haywood?” Beevor asked, “Why, yes it is.”
“I thought you wouldn’t play the guitar anymore.”
“This ain’t a guitar, sister. It’s a ukulele.”
“Well…if you put it that way…”

“I’ll give you ten bucks,” said a female voice. Charlie and Beevor turned their heads to see Rachel and Ivan. They stood hand-in-hand…almost as if they were in love. That first night in Gruumm’s ship had clearly changed EVERYTHING for A-Squad, including their relationships with each other. Charlie immediately asked.

“Oh, Ivan and I meet regularly,” Rachel said, “but we’re not going steady yet.”
“Glad to see someone who sees beyond my uniform,” Ivan commented, “even if I’m not with SPD anymore.”
“We’ve taken a job with the Earth branch of CryoTech,” Rachel stated, “It pays well and is home to all the BEST people.”
“So, what are you doing?” Ivan asked.

“Working out, tournaments, the like,” Charlie said, “I’ve gone back to the way I was before SPD. I liked that me.”
“How surprising we’d all meet up like this,” Beevor commented, “but where’s Cliff?”

Cliff was sitting down on a park bench carving something from a block of wood. “Charms,” he thought to himself, “never knew they were such a lucrative business.” Cliff Jones stood up and walked to greet the others. “Charlie, Rachel, Ivan, Beevor…good to meet’cha here. So, I take it we’re doing fairly well…even with our criminal record…and firing from SPD?”

“It could be worse,” Rachel said.
“Yeah, we could be on Gamma-4,” Ivan joked.
“Or Kwa’ree,” said Beevor.
“Or Gruumm, Mora or Broodwing,” said Charlie, “those fools.”

“Even if we’re not the A-Squad anymore, we still are, in a way, the A-Squad, right?” Cliff asked. He held out his hand. Ivan and Charlie placed their hands on top of his.
“We are,” they said.
“Couldn’t agree more,” added Rachel. She did the same.
“As do I,” Beevor placed a tentacle on top of the five.

“Smith, keep it in your pants,” Rachel commented.
“What?” Beevor asked, “It’s not like I chose to do it.”
“Missing Cruger, are you?” said Rachel, “I can help with that. Let me show you how you can really go to paradise…and no, your music isn’t it.”
“Yep, we’re still the A-Squad,” Ivan said, “That proves it.”
“Everyone…” Charlie stuttered.
“Run while you can,” Cliff commented, “This is about to get ugly.”

A-Squad was on the run once more. New Tech would probably never know peace…not as long as they were around. That was all anybody was certain of…except maybe, for Beevor.

THE END

[izout]

What an awesome trilogy.

[PetronantRanger]

This is an awesome story. And your and awesome writer.

[Toku Ranger]

:) Good stuff. Now I really wanna see what you can do by coming up with your own original characters. You know, go with the theme that's never EVER been done before. Pardon me if you already did.

[GreenNinja]

I already have. Several times over. Check "Red Inferno" to see all my past original fanfics (RI is like the "Forever Red" of those).

[Toku Ranger]

I already have. Several times over. Check "Red Inferno" to see all my past original fanfics (RI is like the "Forever Red" of those).
Man, I'd really have to read lots of books, learn alot and think alot to make a half as good fanfic like yours(my writing skill is shit, you see)! Anyway, good fanfic.