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12-19-2005, 05:46 PM
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Author’s note: While I use SPD in this story, as well as SPD ships and species…PR:SPD as a season never happened. The Troobians never carved out an empire, Earth was not a united haven for Terrans and other species come 2025.
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Thanks to Dami for the logo
1.01: Fallen Angels
The year is 2645. The Alliance has been fighting a stagnate war against the Vile Imperium for12 years, with no end in sight. Entire worlds on both sides on the front line have begun to construct massive fortresses...orbital defenses that will ensure that the planet can survive a siege.
In the wake of this massive war between the two major superpowers in this corner of the Universe, many of the smaller powers and roaming bands have begun to step up their attacks, seizing territory and goods for their own uses. The pirate clans have become a major nuisance to shipping, and the Varox and Hydro Contaminator groups have begun their own minor campaigns of conquest though the unincorporated area of space.
At the same time, a new threat is rising on the Alliance border opposite from the war. A massive mechanical empire spoken only in legend, one that was vanquished long ago. Tales of this threat have reached the Alliance’s government, seated on the planet Eltar. Space Patrol Delta, the Alliance’s primary military arm, has sent two of their top agents, the Phantom Ranger and the Blue Senturion, to check out the rumors. Their findings will determine the Alliance’s next course of action. It cannot support two full wars on opposite fronts…
A massive SPD fleet has moved into Vile space, with the intent of a giant push to Vile Prime, in an attempt to end the war. Vile forces realized the Alliance’s plan, and have sent their own fleet to rendezvous with the SPD fleet in the Gamma Hydra system. There, two mercenaries have been recruited by SPD to destroy the generator for the weapons platform around Gamma Hydra 2, the main objective for SPD in the system…
…
in orbit of Gamma Hydra II
Usually space is dark, and very cold—with little filling its empty void.
Today was not one of those days. Laser fire ripped though the sky, slamming itself into giant metallic monoliths that lay scattered over the desert world below. Many smaller craft flew past, some in formation, some not, all firing at different targets.
One of the larger SPD vessels was rectangular in length, with hundreds of solar panels lining its sides. A dog-like head adorned the front of the ship. It was known as a Delta Command class, and it opened its hangers and let loose a flurry of smaller jet jammers upon the enemy ships. Jet jammers where small 1-man open craft that resembled box cars, armored with twin missiles and forward laser blasters.
The Vile ships where demonic in shape. Very dark, with many extended “bladed” edges twisted and contorted around in an evil manner. Dark red, black, and silver colors made up the pattern scheme of the Vile ships.
A group of golden-tan Triforian pyramid class vessels moved into position, opening fire on the Vile ships. Large golden beam of energy blasted forth from the pyramids tip at the enemy, slamming into the Vile shields.
Several wings of Vile fighters flew over a Delta Command class battleship, opening fire as they did. It soon erupted into a dog fight as jet jammers moved to intercept. Nearby, a wing of Aquitian destroyers moved to flank the Delta Command, protecting them from an approaching Vile battleship. The Aquitian vessels resembled metallic alien fish with blue lights as they swarmed together though the sea of battle.
A Karovian battlegroup of Megaships launched themselves into the fray, flying between two Vile capital ships. They where decedents of the famous Astro Megaship and Mega Winger class vessels that the space rangers had used centuries ago. The Vile ship on their left was busy disposing of a severely damaged Sirusian warship, which was on a direct collision course. As it’s outer hull was peeled away by enemy laser fire, it slammed into the Vile ship, ripping it apart in a gigantic shockwave. The Megaships moved toward their own target, a Vile carrier. Three of them transformed into their Megazord formations, and used their thrusters to fly closer, slicing apart any smaller vessel in their way with the sabers they held.
In the midst of this maelstrom of death and destruction flew a small two-man vessel. If one was to look closely, one could tell it was Eltarian in design, but heavily jury rigged and custom built to fit the needs of the owners. Its original silver, sleek streamlined shape that resembled a crescent moon was gone, now turned into a rusting, off-balanced machine loaded with all sorts of weapons and devices. But as proven again and again in space, it wasn’t how you looked that mattered…
It was how you handled. And this ship was by far the fastest most maneuverable ship in the battle.
A shot hit its back, on the left. The pilot, an Aquitian, jumped in his seat as the blast made the entire ship shake. Grabbing the “steering wheel”, he pulled up, taking the vessel up in a 360 degree turn on its z axis, maneuvering it behind the fighters that had been firing on it.
“Kiss my hull plating” he muttered, pressing the “fire” buttons on each gripper of the wheel. Twin laser blasts blasted forth, obliterating two of the fighters, and sending the third one tumbling into a very grey box-like Tangarian troopship, a trail of fire and smoke emanating from behind it.
Aquitians where a semi-aquatic race from the planet Aquitar. A water world with only a few small island landmasses. The entire population lived in cities underwater. While they didn’t live in the water, they needed to re-hydrate their bodies constantly. The Aquitian pilot rubbed his brain’s hide. That last jolt had left a small bruise. Aqutian minds where twice the side of Terrans, and therefore needed extra protection as a skull would not do—thus their brains had developed a tough protective hide that shielded itself from impacts.
Up ahead of his ship sat a large orbital base, bigger then the other gun platforms that where guarding the planet below. Luckily for him, the turret was currently busy with another vessel—a silver crescent battleship that was easily identifiable as an Eltarian ship.
The Aquitian opened a channel on the dashboard. “I’m approaching your position. You ready?”
A reply came though. A deep male voice responded. “Almost. Get ready to teleport me out when you see the signal”
“Roger” replied the Aquitian, as he flew the ship closer and closer…
…
Horathians where not a species to be messed with. Standing at a normal height of about 6 and a half feet, the half-mammal/half-lizard race was indeed intimidating. Green scales covered parts of their bodies…most prominently on their right arm and head.
Trok used his lizard claw to rip open to power conduit at the bottom of a control panel desk, revealing the circuitry inside. Taking the small metallic device that he had in his other hand; he pressed a small silver button, and placed it inside the wire box.
He stood up and began to run down the hallway…FAST.
…
The turret was close to his ship now, taking up over half of the front window.
“Come on Trok…” he muttered to himself. “Any time now would be good…” he knew he couldn’t remain stationary for long, fighters would target him.
And sure enough, another jolt caused him to jump out of his seat slightly.
“God damn fighters” he cursed, maneuvering his ship around to face his foes, “DIE!”
Several golden streaks of light emanated from the small Eltarian ship, which the enemy group evaded. The pilot prepared to chase them off, when a wing of three-pronged golden-tan Triforian fighters flew past him, chasing the fighters themselves.
A massive explosion caught the corner of the Aquitian’s eye. Turning his head to see, he witnessed the turret explode.
“There’s the signal” he signed, maneuvering his ship to escape.
“Coros?!” came a garbled signal. “NOW YOU IDIOT!”
Coros calmly pressed the teleport button, and Trok arrived on his belly behind him in a flash of light. After several explosions, the enemy turret was engulphed in a final, giant explosion…leaving nothing behind but scrap metal.
“Took care of the generator” Trok said, sitting down in the seat next to Coros. “The rest of the weapons platforms just went offline”
Coros nodded. “Right…let’s get out of here. I need a drink”
“Outpost 55, here we come!” Trok said approvingly, as the small ship jumped to Hyperrush speeds.
…
Royal Palace, Machinia Prime
He could hear the monotone drone of applause outside. They where waiting for him. Wanting him. Wanting to serve him. To function for him. To go offline for him.
They would do all that, just because of who he was. And today was his day to shine. All he had worked for in the past several centuries would finally pay off from this day forward. He had finally restored the empire his rusted bucket of a father had foolishly squandered into its destruction. And today would be the day that he formally took control of his creation, once and for all.
The Machine Empire was back.
“They’re waiting, my love” a mechanical female voice said. A silver and pink android walked up to him, a heavy-duty robotic bow in her hand.
The green android nodded silently, apparently snapping himself out of a train of deep thought. “Of course my dear” he grabbed his sword, which was on his hip by the handle, and walked down the hallway, side by side with his wife…his love. Together they moved out onto the balcony, which overlooked the industrial landscape. A familiar sight of heavy machinery and a high-tech industrial skyline met his eyes, as well as a new sight…an army of loyal drones below him, cheering him on. A hord of older Cogs, now used for only construction…and his new army. Designed for nothing but killing flesh beings…the Exotrons. Taken from the blueprints for the Quantron cyborgs, the empire had transformed the Cog into something far more formidable, capable of getting in-line and marching in formation. Something that when it shot, something died every time.
“Presenting the new king!” said a Scottish accented voice. The green android looked to the right of him. His loyal servant, a rusted-red and silver robot, with a smaller one in his hands. Klank and Orbus 2.0, chief in monster growing. They didn’t do that as much anymore, but they where good for handling domestic manners and reports and such.
To his left stood his generals. His TOP generals, to be exact. Five of the fiercest and most well known fighters in the Machine Empire. Rebuilt from that Serpenterra incident all those years ago. A black one, with a red ruby like chest plate and silver trim. Venjix…his second in command, after his wife, of course.
Next to Venjix stood a female one, with a cream colored armor, and a head with solid silver metallic “rings” emanating from it. Tezzela, the only general of the five programmed with a female AI.
A reddish-orange one, resembling a ladybug, stood next to them. Automon. He was the most secretive, and the quietist of the bunch. But he was all about his mission, unlike some of the others. He was silent, but efficient.
Then there was Steelon. He had an aqua color to his armor, as well as the standard silver. His visor had an almost bug-look to it. In his hands he carried his plasma rifle, his pride and joy. He was by far the best shooter in the group.
Finally, the green android rested his eyes on a fellow green robot. One with pincers on the top of his head, and red beady eyes. Gerrok, Venjix’s right hand man.
The android’s wife, the one in pink, looked at him. “Dear, Klank is ready for the ceremony”
“Of course Archerina, my dear” the green android said to his beloved wife. He turned to face Klank and Orbus. “I am ready”
“Excelent” the Scottish robot replied. A Cog handed him a metallic golden crown, designed to fit the new king’s head perfectly. Three Cogs surrounded the prince; who had kneeled down, and held their automatic screwdrivers in place. Klank rested the crown on his head, and stepped back, letting the Cogs drill the screws in.
Klank continued. “As acting domestic advisor of the Machine Empire, I present you with the crown. You are hereby given the titles of “King”, “Emperor”, and “Lord of all”…welcome to the throne…Emperor Gasket”
As he stood up, he knew that this was the happiest day of his entire existence. And this time, no one could ruin it. Mondo, that old rust bucket of a father, was dead. The Zeo rangers had long since passed away themselves…puny fleshlings. Zordon had sacrificed himself to stop evil…it was a futile effort. And Rita and Zedd had been taken out by Zordon when he died.
There was no opposition now. It was a new day. A new order. A new chance.
“Attention my fellow machines” Gasket addressed the cheering crowd. “As my first official act as Emperor, I am invoking plan Omega”
There was even more cheering.
Gasket continued. “Every last Exotron is hereby drafted to serve in combat. They shall descend upon the Alliance like locusts without warning and without hesitation. You shall show no compassion, show no mercy. You shall destroy all that oppose you. And together, we shall welcome a new age on the intergalactic stage! An age where machines are truly the superior species in this Universe! Now, GO! DESTROY ALL THAT OPPOSE YOU!”
The cheering grew louder then ever, as the Exos in the crowd immediately began to fly off, heading for the nearest launch port.
The Machine Empire was going to war against all of creation. And Gasket know…they would win.
But unbeknownst to the new king, another robot sat behind some wreckage of old spare parts, monitoring the situation. He was an intergalactic police officer, a protector of the law.
The Blue Senturion called for help on a disguised frequency, one only several hours of hard code cracking would be able to reveal…unless one knew the frequency.
“Attention Karovian vessel Kinwon, this is Blue Senturion…plan Omega is going into effect, I need immediate transport. Repeat, I need transport, over”
He closed off the channel, and hoped that his ride would come soon…before it was too late.
…
Alliance Senate Chambers, Eltar—2 days later
Thousands of delegates from all over the Universe had to meet here, so the chamber was understandably massive. About as large as a football stadium, and about twenty stories high.
Among the delegates usually in attendance at the meetings included such planets as Aquitar, Triforia, the Karovian Union, Hathor, Sirus, Liaria, Tangar, Merinoi, Eltar, Xybria, and a whole slew of other major worlds. They where all united under one major goal—peace in the Universe. For too long had evil dominated the Universe, terrorizing the citizens of good. Now was the time to fight back, to protect what was theirs.
Today however, the Senate was in an uproar. Word of the Machine Empire’s advance had just reached the council’s ears…and emotions where high.
“I do not believe in these delusions” said an Ichisothisan representative. Ichisothisans where walrus-like humanoid creatures with four eyes.
An Orion, a short big-eyed grey alien, spoke up. “Yes, we sent in expeditions centuries ago. There was virtually no trace of any organized or functioning Machine Empire after the Serpenterra incident. All known major generals where dead”
“But what if one survived?” asked a Triforian representative. “We never knew for sure. Why do you doubt our intelligence reports?”
“It’s nothing but rumor!” replied the Orion. “We’ve sent our own expeditions in! This is nothing but rumor to worry the populous and distract us from our real target, the Vile forces!”
“Which,” another delegate spoke up, this one from Eltar. “I might add, we dealt a major blow against two days ago in the Gamma Hydra system. Isn’t it odd that this “report” came on the same date?”
“I question the loyalty of this “Blue Senturion.” I think he’s a spy from the enemy!” a Sirusian delegate said.
“How dare you!” a female Aquitian pointed at the scaly blue humanoid dog that had just spoken. “How dare you accuse one of the finest officers this Universe has ever seen of being a traitor!”
“He was one of the beings responsible for the creation of this Alliance!” another Aquitian, a male one, added.
“Then again, you Aquitians would give your loyalty to ANYTHING that promises peace!” the Ichisothian representative scoffed.
Another being in the Aquitian box, a Terran male, spoke up angrily. “Excuse me, but who gave you the right to condemn an entire species’ outlook on life?! Especially one on which this entire Alliance is founded on?”
The walrus-like creature didn’t respond. However, a Xybrian did. He had long green hair and a gem in his forehead.
“We agree with the Aquitians…the Blue Senturion’s loyalty is not the issue here. The issue is, how do we deal with the information we’ve been given?”
“We can’t fight a war on two fronts” the Triforian said. “Our forces are still busy with the Vile war”
“But according to these reports, we can expect a Machine Gearship fleet knocking on our doors in just a few days” another delegate interjected. He was a Terran, from Merinoi.
“I propose a vote” the Sirusian said. “Whether we wait for more evidence about this supposed invasion, or act now, and divert much-needed resources to a dubious secondary front?”
“Agreed” the head of the council purred. He was a Liarian, a short furry creature. “All those in favor of waiting for more evidence, please poll in now”
The Liarian watched the screen in his box for a moment, then looked up. “74 percent. This Senate needs more evidence. We shall reconvene when we have some. I consider this meeting adjourned”
The delegates in the Aquitian box merely shook their heads and left.
…
Aquitian delegate chambers
“The Senate’s not usually this close-minded” the Terran said, as he poured himself a drink. He looked to be in his early twenties, with blond hair. He handed both the female and male Aquitians drinks. Both seemed to be slightly older then him.
“Well, we did just undergo an election” the male said. He walked over to the window and stared at it. It was night out now, and the entire city was lit up down below. “It is a beautiful city”
“You’re changing the topic again, Aurico”
The Aquitian smiled, and looked back at the Terran. “I suppose I’ve been around humans too long, huh Billy?”
Billy smiled and took a quick sip. “And here I thought I was just spending too much time on Aquitar…or Eltar…or wherever”
“You could always go to Merinoi” the female replied.
“No, Delphine” Billy tossed the idea aside. “There’s no one there that I know. Besides, Aquitians are one of the few species that age as slowly as I do anymore. You know that”
Delphine nodded sadly. After all, it was her that had made the deciding vote that Billy should use the eternal falls…all those years ago…
Shaking her head, she changed the subject. “So how is your wife?”
“Cestra?” Billy smiled again. “Oh, she’s fine. Busy with the kids”
Delphine nodded approvingly.
“You know that by the time the Senate meets again, the Machine Empire will be right on top of us” Billy said, putting his glass down on the counter. He leaned against the counter.
Aurico was still looking out the window. He turned and looked at the two other people in the room. “Perhaps we should…talk with the Blue Senturion? Discuss our options?”
Billy nodded. “I agree”
…
Varox Battleship “Erthinia”, in orbit of the Moons of Insindia
Sid Andrews hated dealing with Varox. They where the scum of the universe…bigger scum then even himself. But, sometimes fate made for strange bedfellows.
He was 23 Terran years of age, and a native of Merinoi…the adopted homeworld of the Terran species. His hair was brown, and his thin body stood at about 6.1 feet, rather tall for a Terran.
Sid sat in a small metal chair, sitting in front of a run-down small desk, which a Verox sat behind. The room was small as well, and damp and dimly lit. The only light sources came from two light fixtures on each end of the desk. Varox guards lined the room, laser rifles in hand. Two of Sid’s crewmembers where with him, on both sides of him, standing.
“Your offer was….intriguing” the Varox behind the desk stated. “It took us awhile to come to a decision”
“And?” asked Sid. He couldn’t help but wonder what was under that suit. The Varox costumes reminded him of an old Terran sci-fi movie he had once seen….what was it called? Oh yes…a “Predator”.
The Varox responded. “We have agreed” he gave a gesture with his hand, and one of the guards walked over, a small device in his hands. He set it down on the table in front of the Varox leader. “A compact neo-plutonium/iridium energy converter”
“Just as we ordered” Sid smiled.
The Varox nodded. “Now…I expect you have what we want?”
Sid nodded to the man to the right of him. The man took a case he had been holding in his hand, and placed it on the desk. Then, with the Varox’s permission, took the energy converter, and returned to his former place of standing next to Sid.
“Twenty-four thousand credits, as you requested” Sid said, with a smirk.
The alien opened the case. “What?! There’s nothing here!” the Varox tossed the case to the ground, and pointed an accusing finger at the group. “You mean to cheat us! Guards, destroy them!”
“NOW!” shouted Sid, putting a sword from his hip, as the Varox guards armed their rifles. Sid’s two crewmembers each grabbed blasters that where on their belts.
Sid managed to cut down a guard before anyone had opened fire. As they did, he managed to evade the hits, and killed another two guards.
The remaining three where quickly taken care of by the guns from his two comrades. As he spun around, he saw the Varox leader jump over the desk and land right in front of the crewmember that was holding the converter. Using his own claws, the Varox impaled him, and threw his body to the ground. The converter rolled over to the other crewmember, a female Edenoite, who picked it up. As an Edonite, she had a pair of antennae and a jewel in her forehead.
Sid spoke into his wrist communicator rather quickly. “NOW!” he took his saber and blocked the Varox’s attempt on the other crewmember’s life, then took the sword and cut though the alien’s midsection. The Varox fell over, as both Sid and the Edonite teleported away in a flash of light.
Now on the ground, the injured Varox spoke into his own communicator. “General Ki’tok to bridge, do not let that ship escape!”
Outside, a small pirate ship, obviously Terran in design because of its bulkiness, began to pick up speed, and flew away from the much larger Varox battleship, which began to open fire.
Now onboard, Sid sat in the captains seat of the pirate vessel. He jumped when the vessel shook from laser fire hitting the hull.
“Shields up” he ordered. “Engage engines. Hyperrush 9. Take us to…” Sid searched his mind for a destination. “Outpost 55. Engage”
The officer sitting in front of him nodded. A second later, the ship accelerated faster then the Varox ship could chase it.
…
Delta Megaship 3, undisclosed location
Billy entered the meeting room after Delphine and Aurico, and found that a group of people where already there, sitting down at a round table.
He recognized some of them. Blue Senturion, King Trey IV of Triforia, the elusive Phantom Ranger, and a Karovian that had cheated death much like he had.
“Zhane?”
“Ah, Dr. Cranston” Zhane shook hands with Billy. “Glad you could make it”
“Likewise”
He didn’t look any older then when he had fought Astronoma all those years ago. Not surprising, robotic bodies didn’t age. When the technology had advanced far enough, he had opted for having his own mind transplanted into the same type of robotic body that the Eltarian Turbo rangers had once used.
There where others in the room that he had seen from the last Senate meeting. A few delegates from different worlds. Xybrian, Edenoite, Horathian, and even a Siemeian; which was a species that resembled an ape to Billy.
“Please, everyone sit down” said the Phantom ranger. Everyone did so. “This meeting is not endorsed by the Alliance Senate, and is actually probably against Senate regulations”
“Too late to walk out now” Zhane smiled. “Let’s get on with it, shall we?”
“Indeed” the Phantom replied. He picked up a remote and pressed a button. A virtual screen appeared on the center of the table. It was one of a Machine Fleet, currently flying though space at Hyperrush speeds.
“As we know, there is a Machine fleet currently headed for Alliance space. Why the Senate refuses to believe this, I do not know. But I do know we have very little time. The Machine armada will level several border worlds before the Alliance will even know what is going on. We need to slow them down…until the Senate can understand the intensity of the situation and divert forces from the Vile war”
Trey spoke up. “Triforia will be more then willing to divert our fleets and—”
Phantom cut him off. “No. We cannot divert forces…not yet…not before we have the Senate’s consent. To do so would be grounds for civil war”
“Then what do you propose?” asked Delphine.
Phantom leaned forward. “Admiral Zhane, I assume you have what I asked for?”
Zhane nodded, and put a medium-sized case on the table. He opened it, and spun it around. Inside sat what looked to be thirty some morphers, all of the same configuration.
“An army of rangers?” asked the Edenoite ambassador. “Surly, the Alliance will notice thirty morphers and souls going missing”
Blue Senturion spoke up. “Negative. The morphers where not created with SPD’s knowledge. They where created for just such an occasion. And as for persons to use them…”
“…we would use natives in the area, those who would know the area and would be willing to fight for their homes” Zhane finished.
“But you would not have time to train them!” protested the Horathian.
Billy looked at him. “I didn’t have any training, but I managed to help defend Earth for over three years. I fought against Rita, Zedd, Master Vile himself, and even worked behind the scenes during the Machine invasion of Earth”
“Why are we here?” asked the Simeian.
“Because we will not have the Senate’s graces” Phantom replied. “We will be on our own. We need places to rest, and re-supply. The teams will need allies wherever they can find them”
“We cannot expect thirty rangers to go up against the entire Machine Empire and win!” said the Horathian again. He looked at Billy. “The Machine Empire you fought was much different. There where not as many political alliances back then. Not as many fleets to oppose them. They did not need to build as big of an army. The Universe was still untamed”
“Indeed” replied the Senturion. “We do not expect them to win…just to delay the inevitable”
“And five of the morphers” Zhane pointed to a bottom row, which seemed slightly different. “Still need to undergo further testing before they are ready” He closed the case and slid it across the table to the Phantom Ranger.
“Understood” said Phantom, putting the case on the floor. “Blue Senturion and myself will dispense with the morphers...we will be the ones to round up the teams”
“So, if there’s nothing more to be discussed…” Zhane’s voice trailed off.
Phantom nodded, standing up. “Then I consider this meeting adjourned. We shall contact you all as we need you”
The others all got up and left, leaving Phantom and the Senturion alone with Zhane.
“The Megaships you guys requested are standing by on KO-35”
Phantom nodded. “Thank you. We’ll pick them up as we complete the creation of different teams”
“Good luck” Zhane said. “You’ll need it”
“You, as well” replied Phantom.
…
Outpost 55, edge of Alliance space, 3 days later
Xolin took another sip of her drink as she sat at the bar of the outpost. While it seemed like a rough, unpleasant place; the 21 year old Triforian saw the place as home…or at least the closest she ever got to a home.
She was an orphan…one that had left “home” long ago thanks to some unpleasant events that happened. Now she roamed the stars…looking for her place.
“A bottle of Andurian brandy” said a male voice. A young Terran man had just sat down right beside her.
The bartender, a large humanoid-like dinosaur, grabbed a bottle from a small fridge on the floor, and handed it to the man. He opened it and took a drink. After he put it down, he looked at Xolin.
“Now what would a pretty girl such as yourself be doing here?” he asked.
Xolin didn’t make eye contact, but instead just took another sip. “Taking a break”
“Name’s Sid. Yours?”
“Xolin” she replied flatly. “What do you want?”
He shrugged. “I was hoping for…you”
She rolled her eyes and looked at him. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Surly you can think of a better pick-up line then that”
But before Sid could respond, he heard the room go quiet. He turned to look at the entrance to the bar, and saw a group of Varox walk in.
Sid immediately knew what they where here for “Shit”
“Let me guess” Xolin asked, with a smile on her face, “You owe them…money?”
“Something like that” Sid gripped the handle of his sword.
“There he is!” shouted the lead one. He had a visible stitch in his uniform at the midsection, as well as some damaged machinery.
“Oh…double shit” Sid flew over the counter as the Varox opened fire. As they did so, three of Sid’s crewmembers came out of the crowd and attacked the group. The battle soon turned into a melee between everyone in the bar. Xolin wasn’t surprised. She herself was now on the ground, having dodged the initial laser bombardment.
Grabbing her sword, she stood up, and immediately split into three clones of herself.
“You spilled our drink” the middle one said angrily, wielding her sword. “HYIAH!”
The three Xolins attacked the now-overwhelmed Varox group, who where also dealing with three of the crewmembers of Sid’s ship, as well as a Xybrian waitress, who had been apparently hit on by a Varox. The Xybrian flipped the Varox that was hitting on her to the ground, then stomped on his chest.
Laser fire was still being exchanged between some of the Varox and the crewmembers. One of them, a female Feline, was hit and fell over. Felines where just that, cat-like aliens. They had cat-like ears on the top of their heads, fangs, and slight cat-like details on the face.
Now ready, Sid jumped back over the counter; and while spinning in midair, cut though one of the Varox. It was dead before it hit the ground. Its head landed two feet away.
“So that’s what they look like under the helmet” Sid muttered, disgusted. Another Varox ran up to him, but he was ready. They exchanged a few blows, before Xolin stabbed it in the back. At the Varox fell over dead, Xolin’s three bodies re-merged. The remaining Varox where soon dealt with as well.
“How…did you do that?” asked Sid.
She shrugged. “I’m a Triforian. It’s a gift”
Both of them sat back down. “But I’ve never seen Triforians split voluntarily…and when they do, they’re weakened”
“I know a few tricks” she replied.
Behind them, two figures entered. One was an Aquitian, one was a Horathian. Both of them looked at the carnage on the ground.
Coros shook his head as he moved over to the bar. “I don’t want to know” Trok followed him.
The Xybrian waitress moved over to them. “How are you two today?” she asked.
“Same as usual, Sel” replied Trok.
“What will you be having today?”
“The usual” Trok replied again, as he and Coros sat down at the bar next to Sid and Xolin.
“Hey!” Sid exclaimed, “Why do they get served like that?”
Trok rolled his eyes as the two turned to face one another. “Because. I’m more important then you. I’m…”
“YOU!” they both shouted at once. Both of their jaws had dropped. Coros and Xolin watched on both sides. This looked like it was going to get interesting…
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Delta Megaship III, docked at Outpost 55
Blue Senturion walked into the opening hatch room…knowing full well of the lawlessness that lay on the opposite side. His sensors would be going haywire when opened that door. But he knew he had a mission to do, and he had to ignore the pirates, bounty hunters, thieves, mercenaries, ex-convicts, monsters, smugglers, and other nasty beings.
He opened the hatch.
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Machine Fleet 1, approching Outpost 55
They where the closest fleet to Alliance space…and they would be the first ones to trample over that pathetic union of worlds. General Venjix laughed. The Universe would belong to the Machine Empire…forever.
To be continued…
Author’s note: While I use SPD in this story, as well as SPD ships and species…PR:SPD as a season never happened. The Troobians never carved out an empire, Earth was not a united haven for Terrans and other species come 2025.
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1.01: Fallen Angels
The year is 2645. The Alliance has been fighting a stagnate war against the Vile Imperium for12 years, with no end in sight. Entire worlds on both sides on the front line have begun to construct massive fortresses...orbital defenses that will ensure that the planet can survive a siege.
In the wake of this massive war between the two major superpowers in this corner of the Universe, many of the smaller powers and roaming bands have begun to step up their attacks, seizing territory and goods for their own uses. The pirate clans have become a major nuisance to shipping, and the Varox and Hydro Contaminator groups have begun their own minor campaigns of conquest though the unincorporated area of space.
At the same time, a new threat is rising on the Alliance border opposite from the war. A massive mechanical empire spoken only in legend, one that was vanquished long ago. Tales of this threat have reached the Alliance’s government, seated on the planet Eltar. Space Patrol Delta, the Alliance’s primary military arm, has sent two of their top agents, the Phantom Ranger and the Blue Senturion, to check out the rumors. Their findings will determine the Alliance’s next course of action. It cannot support two full wars on opposite fronts…
A massive SPD fleet has moved into Vile space, with the intent of a giant push to Vile Prime, in an attempt to end the war. Vile forces realized the Alliance’s plan, and have sent their own fleet to rendezvous with the SPD fleet in the Gamma Hydra system. There, two mercenaries have been recruited by SPD to destroy the generator for the weapons platform around Gamma Hydra 2, the main objective for SPD in the system…
…
in orbit of Gamma Hydra II
Usually space is dark, and very cold—with little filling its empty void.
Today was not one of those days. Laser fire ripped though the sky, slamming itself into giant metallic monoliths that lay scattered over the desert world below. Many smaller craft flew past, some in formation, some not, all firing at different targets.
One of the larger SPD vessels was rectangular in length, with hundreds of solar panels lining its sides. A dog-like head adorned the front of the ship. It was known as a Delta Command class, and it opened its hangers and let loose a flurry of smaller jet jammers upon the enemy ships. Jet jammers where small 1-man open craft that resembled box cars, armored with twin missiles and forward laser blasters.
The Vile ships where demonic in shape. Very dark, with many extended “bladed” edges twisted and contorted around in an evil manner. Dark red, black, and silver colors made up the pattern scheme of the Vile ships.
A group of golden-tan Triforian pyramid class vessels moved into position, opening fire on the Vile ships. Large golden beam of energy blasted forth from the pyramids tip at the enemy, slamming into the Vile shields.
Several wings of Vile fighters flew over a Delta Command class battleship, opening fire as they did. It soon erupted into a dog fight as jet jammers moved to intercept. Nearby, a wing of Aquitian destroyers moved to flank the Delta Command, protecting them from an approaching Vile battleship. The Aquitian vessels resembled metallic alien fish with blue lights as they swarmed together though the sea of battle.
A Karovian battlegroup of Megaships launched themselves into the fray, flying between two Vile capital ships. They where decedents of the famous Astro Megaship and Mega Winger class vessels that the space rangers had used centuries ago. The Vile ship on their left was busy disposing of a severely damaged Sirusian warship, which was on a direct collision course. As it’s outer hull was peeled away by enemy laser fire, it slammed into the Vile ship, ripping it apart in a gigantic shockwave. The Megaships moved toward their own target, a Vile carrier. Three of them transformed into their Megazord formations, and used their thrusters to fly closer, slicing apart any smaller vessel in their way with the sabers they held.
In the midst of this maelstrom of death and destruction flew a small two-man vessel. If one was to look closely, one could tell it was Eltarian in design, but heavily jury rigged and custom built to fit the needs of the owners. Its original silver, sleek streamlined shape that resembled a crescent moon was gone, now turned into a rusting, off-balanced machine loaded with all sorts of weapons and devices. But as proven again and again in space, it wasn’t how you looked that mattered…
It was how you handled. And this ship was by far the fastest most maneuverable ship in the battle.
A shot hit its back, on the left. The pilot, an Aquitian, jumped in his seat as the blast made the entire ship shake. Grabbing the “steering wheel”, he pulled up, taking the vessel up in a 360 degree turn on its z axis, maneuvering it behind the fighters that had been firing on it.
“Kiss my hull plating” he muttered, pressing the “fire” buttons on each gripper of the wheel. Twin laser blasts blasted forth, obliterating two of the fighters, and sending the third one tumbling into a very grey box-like Tangarian troopship, a trail of fire and smoke emanating from behind it.
Aquitians where a semi-aquatic race from the planet Aquitar. A water world with only a few small island landmasses. The entire population lived in cities underwater. While they didn’t live in the water, they needed to re-hydrate their bodies constantly. The Aquitian pilot rubbed his brain’s hide. That last jolt had left a small bruise. Aqutian minds where twice the side of Terrans, and therefore needed extra protection as a skull would not do—thus their brains had developed a tough protective hide that shielded itself from impacts.
Up ahead of his ship sat a large orbital base, bigger then the other gun platforms that where guarding the planet below. Luckily for him, the turret was currently busy with another vessel—a silver crescent battleship that was easily identifiable as an Eltarian ship.
The Aquitian opened a channel on the dashboard. “I’m approaching your position. You ready?”
A reply came though. A deep male voice responded. “Almost. Get ready to teleport me out when you see the signal”
“Roger” replied the Aquitian, as he flew the ship closer and closer…
…
Horathians where not a species to be messed with. Standing at a normal height of about 6 and a half feet, the half-mammal/half-lizard race was indeed intimidating. Green scales covered parts of their bodies…most prominently on their right arm and head.
Trok used his lizard claw to rip open to power conduit at the bottom of a control panel desk, revealing the circuitry inside. Taking the small metallic device that he had in his other hand; he pressed a small silver button, and placed it inside the wire box.
He stood up and began to run down the hallway…FAST.
…
The turret was close to his ship now, taking up over half of the front window.
“Come on Trok…” he muttered to himself. “Any time now would be good…” he knew he couldn’t remain stationary for long, fighters would target him.
And sure enough, another jolt caused him to jump out of his seat slightly.
“God damn fighters” he cursed, maneuvering his ship around to face his foes, “DIE!”
Several golden streaks of light emanated from the small Eltarian ship, which the enemy group evaded. The pilot prepared to chase them off, when a wing of three-pronged golden-tan Triforian fighters flew past him, chasing the fighters themselves.
A massive explosion caught the corner of the Aquitian’s eye. Turning his head to see, he witnessed the turret explode.
“There’s the signal” he signed, maneuvering his ship to escape.
“Coros?!” came a garbled signal. “NOW YOU IDIOT!”
Coros calmly pressed the teleport button, and Trok arrived on his belly behind him in a flash of light. After several explosions, the enemy turret was engulphed in a final, giant explosion…leaving nothing behind but scrap metal.
“Took care of the generator” Trok said, sitting down in the seat next to Coros. “The rest of the weapons platforms just went offline”
Coros nodded. “Right…let’s get out of here. I need a drink”
“Outpost 55, here we come!” Trok said approvingly, as the small ship jumped to Hyperrush speeds.
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Royal Palace, Machinia Prime
He could hear the monotone drone of applause outside. They where waiting for him. Wanting him. Wanting to serve him. To function for him. To go offline for him.
They would do all that, just because of who he was. And today was his day to shine. All he had worked for in the past several centuries would finally pay off from this day forward. He had finally restored the empire his rusted bucket of a father had foolishly squandered into its destruction. And today would be the day that he formally took control of his creation, once and for all.
The Machine Empire was back.
“They’re waiting, my love” a mechanical female voice said. A silver and pink android walked up to him, a heavy-duty robotic bow in her hand.
The green android nodded silently, apparently snapping himself out of a train of deep thought. “Of course my dear” he grabbed his sword, which was on his hip by the handle, and walked down the hallway, side by side with his wife…his love. Together they moved out onto the balcony, which overlooked the industrial landscape. A familiar sight of heavy machinery and a high-tech industrial skyline met his eyes, as well as a new sight…an army of loyal drones below him, cheering him on. A hord of older Cogs, now used for only construction…and his new army. Designed for nothing but killing flesh beings…the Exotrons. Taken from the blueprints for the Quantron cyborgs, the empire had transformed the Cog into something far more formidable, capable of getting in-line and marching in formation. Something that when it shot, something died every time.
“Presenting the new king!” said a Scottish accented voice. The green android looked to the right of him. His loyal servant, a rusted-red and silver robot, with a smaller one in his hands. Klank and Orbus 2.0, chief in monster growing. They didn’t do that as much anymore, but they where good for handling domestic manners and reports and such.
To his left stood his generals. His TOP generals, to be exact. Five of the fiercest and most well known fighters in the Machine Empire. Rebuilt from that Serpenterra incident all those years ago. A black one, with a red ruby like chest plate and silver trim. Venjix…his second in command, after his wife, of course.
Next to Venjix stood a female one, with a cream colored armor, and a head with solid silver metallic “rings” emanating from it. Tezzela, the only general of the five programmed with a female AI.
A reddish-orange one, resembling a ladybug, stood next to them. Automon. He was the most secretive, and the quietist of the bunch. But he was all about his mission, unlike some of the others. He was silent, but efficient.
Then there was Steelon. He had an aqua color to his armor, as well as the standard silver. His visor had an almost bug-look to it. In his hands he carried his plasma rifle, his pride and joy. He was by far the best shooter in the group.
Finally, the green android rested his eyes on a fellow green robot. One with pincers on the top of his head, and red beady eyes. Gerrok, Venjix’s right hand man.
The android’s wife, the one in pink, looked at him. “Dear, Klank is ready for the ceremony”
“Of course Archerina, my dear” the green android said to his beloved wife. He turned to face Klank and Orbus. “I am ready”
“Excelent” the Scottish robot replied. A Cog handed him a metallic golden crown, designed to fit the new king’s head perfectly. Three Cogs surrounded the prince; who had kneeled down, and held their automatic screwdrivers in place. Klank rested the crown on his head, and stepped back, letting the Cogs drill the screws in.
Klank continued. “As acting domestic advisor of the Machine Empire, I present you with the crown. You are hereby given the titles of “King”, “Emperor”, and “Lord of all”…welcome to the throne…Emperor Gasket”
As he stood up, he knew that this was the happiest day of his entire existence. And this time, no one could ruin it. Mondo, that old rust bucket of a father, was dead. The Zeo rangers had long since passed away themselves…puny fleshlings. Zordon had sacrificed himself to stop evil…it was a futile effort. And Rita and Zedd had been taken out by Zordon when he died.
There was no opposition now. It was a new day. A new order. A new chance.
“Attention my fellow machines” Gasket addressed the cheering crowd. “As my first official act as Emperor, I am invoking plan Omega”
There was even more cheering.
Gasket continued. “Every last Exotron is hereby drafted to serve in combat. They shall descend upon the Alliance like locusts without warning and without hesitation. You shall show no compassion, show no mercy. You shall destroy all that oppose you. And together, we shall welcome a new age on the intergalactic stage! An age where machines are truly the superior species in this Universe! Now, GO! DESTROY ALL THAT OPPOSE YOU!”
The cheering grew louder then ever, as the Exos in the crowd immediately began to fly off, heading for the nearest launch port.
The Machine Empire was going to war against all of creation. And Gasket know…they would win.
But unbeknownst to the new king, another robot sat behind some wreckage of old spare parts, monitoring the situation. He was an intergalactic police officer, a protector of the law.
The Blue Senturion called for help on a disguised frequency, one only several hours of hard code cracking would be able to reveal…unless one knew the frequency.
“Attention Karovian vessel Kinwon, this is Blue Senturion…plan Omega is going into effect, I need immediate transport. Repeat, I need transport, over”
He closed off the channel, and hoped that his ride would come soon…before it was too late.
…
Alliance Senate Chambers, Eltar—2 days later
Thousands of delegates from all over the Universe had to meet here, so the chamber was understandably massive. About as large as a football stadium, and about twenty stories high.
Among the delegates usually in attendance at the meetings included such planets as Aquitar, Triforia, the Karovian Union, Hathor, Sirus, Liaria, Tangar, Merinoi, Eltar, Xybria, and a whole slew of other major worlds. They where all united under one major goal—peace in the Universe. For too long had evil dominated the Universe, terrorizing the citizens of good. Now was the time to fight back, to protect what was theirs.
Today however, the Senate was in an uproar. Word of the Machine Empire’s advance had just reached the council’s ears…and emotions where high.
“I do not believe in these delusions” said an Ichisothisan representative. Ichisothisans where walrus-like humanoid creatures with four eyes.
An Orion, a short big-eyed grey alien, spoke up. “Yes, we sent in expeditions centuries ago. There was virtually no trace of any organized or functioning Machine Empire after the Serpenterra incident. All known major generals where dead”
“But what if one survived?” asked a Triforian representative. “We never knew for sure. Why do you doubt our intelligence reports?”
“It’s nothing but rumor!” replied the Orion. “We’ve sent our own expeditions in! This is nothing but rumor to worry the populous and distract us from our real target, the Vile forces!”
“Which,” another delegate spoke up, this one from Eltar. “I might add, we dealt a major blow against two days ago in the Gamma Hydra system. Isn’t it odd that this “report” came on the same date?”
“I question the loyalty of this “Blue Senturion.” I think he’s a spy from the enemy!” a Sirusian delegate said.
“How dare you!” a female Aquitian pointed at the scaly blue humanoid dog that had just spoken. “How dare you accuse one of the finest officers this Universe has ever seen of being a traitor!”
“He was one of the beings responsible for the creation of this Alliance!” another Aquitian, a male one, added.
“Then again, you Aquitians would give your loyalty to ANYTHING that promises peace!” the Ichisothian representative scoffed.
Another being in the Aquitian box, a Terran male, spoke up angrily. “Excuse me, but who gave you the right to condemn an entire species’ outlook on life?! Especially one on which this entire Alliance is founded on?”
The walrus-like creature didn’t respond. However, a Xybrian did. He had long green hair and a gem in his forehead.
“We agree with the Aquitians…the Blue Senturion’s loyalty is not the issue here. The issue is, how do we deal with the information we’ve been given?”
“We can’t fight a war on two fronts” the Triforian said. “Our forces are still busy with the Vile war”
“But according to these reports, we can expect a Machine Gearship fleet knocking on our doors in just a few days” another delegate interjected. He was a Terran, from Merinoi.
“I propose a vote” the Sirusian said. “Whether we wait for more evidence about this supposed invasion, or act now, and divert much-needed resources to a dubious secondary front?”
“Agreed” the head of the council purred. He was a Liarian, a short furry creature. “All those in favor of waiting for more evidence, please poll in now”
The Liarian watched the screen in his box for a moment, then looked up. “74 percent. This Senate needs more evidence. We shall reconvene when we have some. I consider this meeting adjourned”
The delegates in the Aquitian box merely shook their heads and left.
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Aquitian delegate chambers
“The Senate’s not usually this close-minded” the Terran said, as he poured himself a drink. He looked to be in his early twenties, with blond hair. He handed both the female and male Aquitians drinks. Both seemed to be slightly older then him.
“Well, we did just undergo an election” the male said. He walked over to the window and stared at it. It was night out now, and the entire city was lit up down below. “It is a beautiful city”
“You’re changing the topic again, Aurico”
The Aquitian smiled, and looked back at the Terran. “I suppose I’ve been around humans too long, huh Billy?”
Billy smiled and took a quick sip. “And here I thought I was just spending too much time on Aquitar…or Eltar…or wherever”
“You could always go to Merinoi” the female replied.
“No, Delphine” Billy tossed the idea aside. “There’s no one there that I know. Besides, Aquitians are one of the few species that age as slowly as I do anymore. You know that”
Delphine nodded sadly. After all, it was her that had made the deciding vote that Billy should use the eternal falls…all those years ago…
Shaking her head, she changed the subject. “So how is your wife?”
“Cestra?” Billy smiled again. “Oh, she’s fine. Busy with the kids”
Delphine nodded approvingly.
“You know that by the time the Senate meets again, the Machine Empire will be right on top of us” Billy said, putting his glass down on the counter. He leaned against the counter.
Aurico was still looking out the window. He turned and looked at the two other people in the room. “Perhaps we should…talk with the Blue Senturion? Discuss our options?”
Billy nodded. “I agree”
…
Varox Battleship “Erthinia”, in orbit of the Moons of Insindia
Sid Andrews hated dealing with Varox. They where the scum of the universe…bigger scum then even himself. But, sometimes fate made for strange bedfellows.
He was 23 Terran years of age, and a native of Merinoi…the adopted homeworld of the Terran species. His hair was brown, and his thin body stood at about 6.1 feet, rather tall for a Terran.
Sid sat in a small metal chair, sitting in front of a run-down small desk, which a Verox sat behind. The room was small as well, and damp and dimly lit. The only light sources came from two light fixtures on each end of the desk. Varox guards lined the room, laser rifles in hand. Two of Sid’s crewmembers where with him, on both sides of him, standing.
“Your offer was….intriguing” the Varox behind the desk stated. “It took us awhile to come to a decision”
“And?” asked Sid. He couldn’t help but wonder what was under that suit. The Varox costumes reminded him of an old Terran sci-fi movie he had once seen….what was it called? Oh yes…a “Predator”.
The Varox responded. “We have agreed” he gave a gesture with his hand, and one of the guards walked over, a small device in his hands. He set it down on the table in front of the Varox leader. “A compact neo-plutonium/iridium energy converter”
“Just as we ordered” Sid smiled.
The Varox nodded. “Now…I expect you have what we want?”
Sid nodded to the man to the right of him. The man took a case he had been holding in his hand, and placed it on the desk. Then, with the Varox’s permission, took the energy converter, and returned to his former place of standing next to Sid.
“Twenty-four thousand credits, as you requested” Sid said, with a smirk.
The alien opened the case. “What?! There’s nothing here!” the Varox tossed the case to the ground, and pointed an accusing finger at the group. “You mean to cheat us! Guards, destroy them!”
“NOW!” shouted Sid, putting a sword from his hip, as the Varox guards armed their rifles. Sid’s two crewmembers each grabbed blasters that where on their belts.
Sid managed to cut down a guard before anyone had opened fire. As they did, he managed to evade the hits, and killed another two guards.
The remaining three where quickly taken care of by the guns from his two comrades. As he spun around, he saw the Varox leader jump over the desk and land right in front of the crewmember that was holding the converter. Using his own claws, the Varox impaled him, and threw his body to the ground. The converter rolled over to the other crewmember, a female Edenoite, who picked it up. As an Edonite, she had a pair of antennae and a jewel in her forehead.
Sid spoke into his wrist communicator rather quickly. “NOW!” he took his saber and blocked the Varox’s attempt on the other crewmember’s life, then took the sword and cut though the alien’s midsection. The Varox fell over, as both Sid and the Edonite teleported away in a flash of light.
Now on the ground, the injured Varox spoke into his own communicator. “General Ki’tok to bridge, do not let that ship escape!”
Outside, a small pirate ship, obviously Terran in design because of its bulkiness, began to pick up speed, and flew away from the much larger Varox battleship, which began to open fire.
Now onboard, Sid sat in the captains seat of the pirate vessel. He jumped when the vessel shook from laser fire hitting the hull.
“Shields up” he ordered. “Engage engines. Hyperrush 9. Take us to…” Sid searched his mind for a destination. “Outpost 55. Engage”
The officer sitting in front of him nodded. A second later, the ship accelerated faster then the Varox ship could chase it.
…
Delta Megaship 3, undisclosed location
Billy entered the meeting room after Delphine and Aurico, and found that a group of people where already there, sitting down at a round table.
He recognized some of them. Blue Senturion, King Trey IV of Triforia, the elusive Phantom Ranger, and a Karovian that had cheated death much like he had.
“Zhane?”
“Ah, Dr. Cranston” Zhane shook hands with Billy. “Glad you could make it”
“Likewise”
He didn’t look any older then when he had fought Astronoma all those years ago. Not surprising, robotic bodies didn’t age. When the technology had advanced far enough, he had opted for having his own mind transplanted into the same type of robotic body that the Eltarian Turbo rangers had once used.
There where others in the room that he had seen from the last Senate meeting. A few delegates from different worlds. Xybrian, Edenoite, Horathian, and even a Siemeian; which was a species that resembled an ape to Billy.
“Please, everyone sit down” said the Phantom ranger. Everyone did so. “This meeting is not endorsed by the Alliance Senate, and is actually probably against Senate regulations”
“Too late to walk out now” Zhane smiled. “Let’s get on with it, shall we?”
“Indeed” the Phantom replied. He picked up a remote and pressed a button. A virtual screen appeared on the center of the table. It was one of a Machine Fleet, currently flying though space at Hyperrush speeds.
“As we know, there is a Machine fleet currently headed for Alliance space. Why the Senate refuses to believe this, I do not know. But I do know we have very little time. The Machine armada will level several border worlds before the Alliance will even know what is going on. We need to slow them down…until the Senate can understand the intensity of the situation and divert forces from the Vile war”
Trey spoke up. “Triforia will be more then willing to divert our fleets and—”
Phantom cut him off. “No. We cannot divert forces…not yet…not before we have the Senate’s consent. To do so would be grounds for civil war”
“Then what do you propose?” asked Delphine.
Phantom leaned forward. “Admiral Zhane, I assume you have what I asked for?”
Zhane nodded, and put a medium-sized case on the table. He opened it, and spun it around. Inside sat what looked to be thirty some morphers, all of the same configuration.
“An army of rangers?” asked the Edenoite ambassador. “Surly, the Alliance will notice thirty morphers and souls going missing”
Blue Senturion spoke up. “Negative. The morphers where not created with SPD’s knowledge. They where created for just such an occasion. And as for persons to use them…”
“…we would use natives in the area, those who would know the area and would be willing to fight for their homes” Zhane finished.
“But you would not have time to train them!” protested the Horathian.
Billy looked at him. “I didn’t have any training, but I managed to help defend Earth for over three years. I fought against Rita, Zedd, Master Vile himself, and even worked behind the scenes during the Machine invasion of Earth”
“Why are we here?” asked the Simeian.
“Because we will not have the Senate’s graces” Phantom replied. “We will be on our own. We need places to rest, and re-supply. The teams will need allies wherever they can find them”
“We cannot expect thirty rangers to go up against the entire Machine Empire and win!” said the Horathian again. He looked at Billy. “The Machine Empire you fought was much different. There where not as many political alliances back then. Not as many fleets to oppose them. They did not need to build as big of an army. The Universe was still untamed”
“Indeed” replied the Senturion. “We do not expect them to win…just to delay the inevitable”
“And five of the morphers” Zhane pointed to a bottom row, which seemed slightly different. “Still need to undergo further testing before they are ready” He closed the case and slid it across the table to the Phantom Ranger.
“Understood” said Phantom, putting the case on the floor. “Blue Senturion and myself will dispense with the morphers...we will be the ones to round up the teams”
“So, if there’s nothing more to be discussed…” Zhane’s voice trailed off.
Phantom nodded, standing up. “Then I consider this meeting adjourned. We shall contact you all as we need you”
The others all got up and left, leaving Phantom and the Senturion alone with Zhane.
“The Megaships you guys requested are standing by on KO-35”
Phantom nodded. “Thank you. We’ll pick them up as we complete the creation of different teams”
“Good luck” Zhane said. “You’ll need it”
“You, as well” replied Phantom.
…
Outpost 55, edge of Alliance space, 3 days later
Xolin took another sip of her drink as she sat at the bar of the outpost. While it seemed like a rough, unpleasant place; the 21 year old Triforian saw the place as home…or at least the closest she ever got to a home.
She was an orphan…one that had left “home” long ago thanks to some unpleasant events that happened. Now she roamed the stars…looking for her place.
“A bottle of Andurian brandy” said a male voice. A young Terran man had just sat down right beside her.
The bartender, a large humanoid-like dinosaur, grabbed a bottle from a small fridge on the floor, and handed it to the man. He opened it and took a drink. After he put it down, he looked at Xolin.
“Now what would a pretty girl such as yourself be doing here?” he asked.
Xolin didn’t make eye contact, but instead just took another sip. “Taking a break”
“Name’s Sid. Yours?”
“Xolin” she replied flatly. “What do you want?”
He shrugged. “I was hoping for…you”
She rolled her eyes and looked at him. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Surly you can think of a better pick-up line then that”
But before Sid could respond, he heard the room go quiet. He turned to look at the entrance to the bar, and saw a group of Varox walk in.
Sid immediately knew what they where here for “Shit”
“Let me guess” Xolin asked, with a smile on her face, “You owe them…money?”
“Something like that” Sid gripped the handle of his sword.
“There he is!” shouted the lead one. He had a visible stitch in his uniform at the midsection, as well as some damaged machinery.
“Oh…double shit” Sid flew over the counter as the Varox opened fire. As they did so, three of Sid’s crewmembers came out of the crowd and attacked the group. The battle soon turned into a melee between everyone in the bar. Xolin wasn’t surprised. She herself was now on the ground, having dodged the initial laser bombardment.
Grabbing her sword, she stood up, and immediately split into three clones of herself.
“You spilled our drink” the middle one said angrily, wielding her sword. “HYIAH!”
The three Xolins attacked the now-overwhelmed Varox group, who where also dealing with three of the crewmembers of Sid’s ship, as well as a Xybrian waitress, who had been apparently hit on by a Varox. The Xybrian flipped the Varox that was hitting on her to the ground, then stomped on his chest.
Laser fire was still being exchanged between some of the Varox and the crewmembers. One of them, a female Feline, was hit and fell over. Felines where just that, cat-like aliens. They had cat-like ears on the top of their heads, fangs, and slight cat-like details on the face.
Now ready, Sid jumped back over the counter; and while spinning in midair, cut though one of the Varox. It was dead before it hit the ground. Its head landed two feet away.
“So that’s what they look like under the helmet” Sid muttered, disgusted. Another Varox ran up to him, but he was ready. They exchanged a few blows, before Xolin stabbed it in the back. At the Varox fell over dead, Xolin’s three bodies re-merged. The remaining Varox where soon dealt with as well.
“How…did you do that?” asked Sid.
She shrugged. “I’m a Triforian. It’s a gift”
Both of them sat back down. “But I’ve never seen Triforians split voluntarily…and when they do, they’re weakened”
“I know a few tricks” she replied.
Behind them, two figures entered. One was an Aquitian, one was a Horathian. Both of them looked at the carnage on the ground.
Coros shook his head as he moved over to the bar. “I don’t want to know” Trok followed him.
The Xybrian waitress moved over to them. “How are you two today?” she asked.
“Same as usual, Sel” replied Trok.
“What will you be having today?”
“The usual” Trok replied again, as he and Coros sat down at the bar next to Sid and Xolin.
“Hey!” Sid exclaimed, “Why do they get served like that?”
Trok rolled his eyes as the two turned to face one another. “Because. I’m more important then you. I’m…”
“YOU!” they both shouted at once. Both of their jaws had dropped. Coros and Xolin watched on both sides. This looked like it was going to get interesting…
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Delta Megaship III, docked at Outpost 55
Blue Senturion walked into the opening hatch room…knowing full well of the lawlessness that lay on the opposite side. His sensors would be going haywire when opened that door. But he knew he had a mission to do, and he had to ignore the pirates, bounty hunters, thieves, mercenaries, ex-convicts, monsters, smugglers, and other nasty beings.
He opened the hatch.
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Machine Fleet 1, approching Outpost 55
They where the closest fleet to Alliance space…and they would be the first ones to trample over that pathetic union of worlds. General Venjix laughed. The Universe would belong to the Machine Empire…forever.
To be continued…