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GreenNinja
12-13-2005, 03:36 PM
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
12-13-2005, 04:22 PM
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
12-13-2005, 04:23 PM
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
12-13-2005, 05:32 PM
That was excellent, Tober. I'm raising your oxygen allowance.

jaredstar
12-13-2005, 06:37 PM
this rocks

TBF
12-13-2005, 06:40 PM
Damn. This is really awesome writing. And so different from the fivers. Cool to see you can write in both formats awesomely.

Lemonik
12-13-2005, 07:54 PM
NICE, Tober.

PHAETON
12-14-2005, 07:50 PM
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
12-14-2005, 07:57 PM
A fanfic that I ACTUALLY tried to read AND finished. Very nice.

GreenNinja
12-14-2005, 07:59 PM
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
12-14-2005, 10:46 PM
For the record...

Beevor harassed me more than once.

Nitros
12-15-2005, 06:00 PM
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
12-19-2005, 05:41 PM
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
12-20-2005, 10:18 PM
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
12-22-2005, 11:47 PM
i like it, keep it comin!

TBF
12-23-2005, 01:13 AM
Good, very good...

Angelfox
12-23-2005, 11:34 AM
NOt bad at all....

GreenNinja
12-25-2005, 12:12 PM
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
12-25-2005, 12:12 PM
Stupid double post.

GreenNinja
12-28-2005, 06:55 PM
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
01-04-2006, 09:39 PM
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