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
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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