Game Sentai Arcadaranger

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

I've had this idea in mind for quite some time. Now, I'm putting it down on paper, well computer, and here's the prologue

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2 1/2 million years ago, when Earth use to be known as Groosum, a wizard fought an evil being and trapped him for all eternity. Now, 2 1/2 million years later, he, Lord Freevul has escaped. Now, Orion needs to recruit 3 teens that are pre-destined to fight this being. Isabella, a Spanish teen. Sharon, a girl who loves to dress preppy and slutty. The last member is Israeli, the Jew who rebels against his Jewish heritage. They are lifelong friends who now have to fight to save their home and the world, what they know of it. Can they do it with their powers that come from video games? Can they conquer a being that gets stronger the longer he's on Groosum, well Earth? Stay tuned for Level 1 of Game Sentai Arcadaranger!

[izout]

Has potenial. Go for it.

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

I'm currently writing the 1st chapter, well Level right now. Wish me luck :023:

[Kaheraji]

"Level 1"?

Oh, I like that!

Only 3 rangers to start? I'm guessing the colors are Red, Green, and Yellow based on the colored text you used.

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

"Level 1"?

Oh, I like that!

Only 3 rangers to start? I'm guessing the colors are Red, Green, and Yellow based on the colored text you used.
The first 3 are. I'll have a total of 9 but only 7 will be active throughout the story. I'm glad that you like this! :023:

[Kaheraji]

Edit: Nevermind.

[Constantine Ash]

do you have an episode list that we could see that way we know what to look forward to

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

Sorry I do not. I'm about 3/4 the way done with Level 1.

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

Now...LEVEL 1

Level 1
In present day Africa, in the heart of the jungle, a skeletal hand crept out of the soil. The fingers rotted as molten lava ran down the rusted nails. The hands clutched onto a tree’s root as the boney hands pulled onto it and more of the body exposed itself to the world. The light of the moon shone itself onto the body as it’s red eyes gazed up and used its right hand to shield itself from the invading light onto itself. Its naked body of 6 feet and 4 inches fully exposed itself to the world once more. Its arms fully hung its body and let the top of its hands touch the soiled ground as its torso slouched. It swung its left arm behind itself while letting its voice echo throughout the jungle, “ After 2 ½ million years of prison in the ground of Groosum, Lord Freevul is alive once more!”

“Sweetie get ready for school,” a cooing entered the teenage Spanish girl’s ears.

She clutched under her burgundy pillow and lifted the ends of it to cover her ears from her mother.

“Sweetie,” cooed her mother. “Isabelle. Isabella.” Her mother tossed her long, curvy, black hair behind her back as it danged just above her tush.
She then placed her hands on her hips, cleared her throat, and shouted, “ ¡ Isabella Fiona Violet Ophelia Rodriguez, despiértate!

“ I’m up! I’m up,” Isabella unclenched her pillow and threw it off queen-sized bed.

With that, her mother smiled at her daughter and replied before leaving, “Sweetie dear, make your bed before leaving for school,” then her mother left her daughter by herself.

The Spanish brunette glanced over at her beige door while clutching onto her burgundy comforter and whispered to herself, “She could’ve at least closed the door.” She then let her eyes glance over to her left to read the digital clock that rested on her nightstand as it read 7:34. Her eyebrows rose with her eyes as her voices echoed throughout the house, “I’ll be late!”

She let her legs slide out of bed as her body ran out of her room and she took a sharp left down the hallway to the bathroom. She stopped at the locked door and used her dominate right hand to knock on it and yelled, “Hermana, sis, let me in!”

A squeaky-pitched voiced came from the other end that answered her, “Not by the hairs of my chimney, chim, chim!”

Isabella clenched onto the doorknob and started turning it that stayed locked. After several minutes, the door opened and out came a tall, slender, woman in her early 20s with a black towel covering her upper and lower chest. Her short brown hair ended above her shoulders that showed off her slender face. She let her right hand stroke Isabella’s left cheek while whispering, “It’s all yours lil sis.”

Isabella blushed at her touching but ran past her older sister and locked the door in seconds.

In minutes she walked out of the bathroom with a white towel covering her upper and lower chest. She ran to her room and put on a white thong with a white bra that she pre-prepared on her bed. She opened her closet that was to the left of her bed and reached up for a red tank top with sparkles outlining the collar. She reached in front of her and grabbed denim cropped jeans and after putting those on, she picked a pair of blue sandals. She grabbed her blue purse and car keys and ran out of her room.

As she grabbed the doorknob, she heard footsteps coming up behind her. She raised her head and turned around to notice her father holding onto her cell phone. “You forgot this baby.”

“Papa, I told you not to call me that,” she blushed and placed it inside her purse that clung onto her left shoulder.

“You are my baby,” her father replied as she opened the door.

“Mucho gracias Papa,” she thanked him and closed the door to see her father waving bye to her.

She started running down the front steps to her red Honda Accord as her phone rang. She sighed and noticed that on the caller ID, it read Master G. She opened her phone up and asked, “Yes?”

A deep voice came from the other end, “You are chosen Isabella Rodriguez.” Then he hung up.

Goosebumps ran up her spine as her rang again as she started from the call. She opened it up and shouted, “What do you want?”

“Sweetie, it’s me.”

“Oh, it’s you Sharon.”

“Yea. You sound startled. Anyways, I know it’s a late request but would you mind picking Israeli and me up and my house?”

“Sure”

“Thanks”

“You’re welcome”

And with that, they both hung up.

After starting up her call, she drove to Sharon’s house and found her two long-term friends standing in front of a two story white house.

Sharon had her blonde hair in the typical, in pigtails. She was preppy, yet a loner. She always wore a denim mini skirt, that was shorter than her knees and an orange halter-top with a silver chain with a heart locket with fell to the middle of her chest. To match everything else, she wore silver 3-inch heels with ankle straps. She always wore silver hoop earrings and red lipstick. It was the only look she felt comfortable in, but she wasn’t a whore.

Isabella’s other friend is Israeli, who rebelled against his religion. Israeli wore black pants with black boots with a black, baggy shirt and a golden chain.

After everyone got into Isabella’s car and she drove off, Isabella turned her head a little to the right and asked Israeli who sat in the back, “Israeli, when will you will a…what’s it called again?”

Israeli crossed his arms and replied, “That thing is called a yarmulke or kippah, whichever way you want to pronounce it.

Isabella turned to Sharon who sat next to her as they both giggled. Then, Sharon and Israeli’s phones both rang. Sharon grabbed her phone from her orange purse and opened it. Israeli grabbed his phone from his left pocket and placed it to his ear as they both, simultaneously answered, “Hello?”

A deep voice answered from the other end, “Sharon Johansson, Israeli Cohen, you both have been chosen along with Isabella Rodriguez to fight the evil that has invaded Earth.” Then the stranger hung up on them as they turned shades of blue.

Isabella looked over at Sharon and then she looked over at Israeli to notice that they both looked in a daze. She then took a sharp right as she skidded across several lanes and ended up in a parking lot.

Isabella unbuttoned her seatbelt and reached for her female friend as her friend woke up from her daze. She then reached for her male friend as he aroused from his daze. Israeli let his right hand slip behind him and rub the back of his neck as his voice stumbled out of his mouth, “That was weird.”

Isabella looked at him and then at Sharon who slouched in her chair as Isabella asked them both, “So, you got it too?”

They both nodded as thunder echoed throughout the sky. The trio looked out their closest windows as Sharon made the first comment, “It’s not even dark.” “Nor nighttime,” Isabella commented. “You could say that again,” Israeli answered.

After several seconds of silence a deep voice broke up the silence, “It’s Me.”

The trio jumped up and looked over to the empty seat that was next to Israeli’s left. The man appeared to be in his late 70s, bald, with a heavy white beard and a light brown robe that ended to the tops of his black boots. His hands rested on his lap as he kept his head facing down. He raised his head as his eyes glistened a miraculous gold.

“Holy shit,” the trio yelled as they opened their doors and ran out of the car. They gathered away from the car as the man teleported in a golden light from the car and appear in front of the car.

“I called you all and now I need you all,” he yelled out to them while walking slowly to them with his arm raised out.

The trio shielded themselves from the man but before he could harm them, a man appeared in the same clothing with both his arms extended outwards and saying, “Peraph verashie Freevul!” At that instant, that stranger screamed in pain as fire encompassed him and the man turned around facing the trio and wrapped himself around them as the other man exploded in flames. The man turned around as a crowd formed around the miracle. He looked the crowd, extended his right arm as a book appeared in his hand. It was a miniature book with blue pages and black covers. The man flipped through the pages and stopped at one particular page with his finger pointing at it. He used the same finger that used to point at that page and waved it around the crowd while quoting, “Feorgeot feorgeot toegoef!” The crowd then turned around and walked off.

The book in the man’s hand vanished upon using as the man turned around and whispering, “After all these years, I can’t…” and stopped after seeing the trio walking to the car. “Hey,” he ran and yelled to them. Isabella turned around and extended her right arm to him as he stopped before hitting her, “Thanks for saving us, but we’re late for school.” Israeli got into the car along with Sharon as Isabella kept her arm extended toward him.

“Isabelle, aren’tcha comin’?” Sharon questioned her. Isabella nodded and lowered her arm as the man barely opened his mouth when she put a finger up to him to stop him. She turned around and got into her car and drove off.

As they arrived at school, Israeli broke the silence from the incident to school, “Guys, I mean girls, aren’t y’all a little ashamed that we didn’t get him to make a comment?”

They girls turned to him with a frown as he shrugged his shoulders. As they all opened their doors, they noticed that they weren’t at school; they were all standing in a middle of some sort of castle. Rooms were left and right of them and a staircase was behind leading up to the 2nd floor. They all stayed close together in the middle of the lobby area but kept walking in circles looking around. They were all silent until an echo broke the silence.

“Sorry for taking you all out of school so early,” the same man replied while walking down the staircase. He still was clad in the beige robe and black boots. Once he was on floor level with them, he extended his arms to the ceiling and down at the floor and asked them, “So, how do y’all like my home? It’s pretty cozy. Huh?” He asked them while placing his arms behind his back.

The trio looked around and at him and continued the procedure until the man walked to the room to his right as they followed.

The room was dark with candles near the doorway and every so feet on the walls. The middle of the room had a chair and a couch. The man sat in the black oversized chair at the far end wile Israeli, Isabella, and Sharon sat in the couch. Isabella rested her purse on her lap, as well as Sharon as they both crossed their right legs over their left while Israeli slouched in the couch.

The man let his elbows rest on the arms of the chair as he broke the silence, “I’m sorry for disrupting your day, it’s just…” Sharon interrupted him, “Very rude and disrespectful.”

“That’s true. By the way, I know your names and you don’t know mine. My name is Orion Enrileoleo Goriliobeochev. The trio looked at him with confused faces as Orion chuckled at their answer to his name. “But you can just call me Orion Gorbichev.” They sighed at his answer as he waved his right arm in front of him and a box appeared on his lap.

“Let’s get back to business shall we? The man that appeared in your car Isabella was Lord Freevul. Along time ago, 2 ½ million years to be exact, we got in a fight over Groosum, when Earth use to be known as Groosum. Well, I luckily won and trapped him down in the pits of Hell. Now, he’s escaped and it’s up to you three to fight him. Why not me you ask? It’s confusing and I’ll tell you later on. Anyways, the powers you’ll use are electronic. The reason is technology and it’s modern.” He opened the box and faced it to them to reveal 3 mini colored discs with 3 mini colored plastic slots. “To activate them, you place the disc inside the slot and yell out, “Start Game!”

At this, Israeli raised his right arm and asked Orion, “Mr. Gorbichev, can I be the red ranger?”

After he made his request, the girls turned to him as Sharon asked him in a stern voice, “You like the Power Rangers?”

Israeli shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Who doesn’t?”

Orion answered his question, “Israeli, their pre-decided and just be happy what you get. Ok?

“Israeli nodded and replied, I’m stoked.”

Orion nodded and turned around the box and turned over the discs. He then stood up and walked over the awaiting teenagers.

“A disc has chosen one person.” He looked at Israeli as Israeli looked at him. “You can not choose your own disc.” Israeli sighed at his commented as Orion continued. “Now, I will turn the box around and I will have each one of you extend an arm so your chosen disc will fly to your hand. The discs are turned over so you can’t see your color.” Orion turned the box around and walked over to Sharon.

Sharon sighed and extended her arm over the box as a disc in the far end of the box shook violently and jumped to her hand. She startled from the reaction and slowly turned the small disc over with both of her hands and almost threw up with her chosen disc.

“Green? I got green?”

“Now that’s a coincidence. You hate green,” Israeli commented.

“Shut up Jew boy!”

Israeli growled at her as Isabella pushed them aside with her arms. “Now, now, children, calm down.

“She started it,” Israeli said.

“Wanna give it a go,” Orion asked him.

Israeli nodded as he let his left arm hover above the box and in an instant, the disc that was under his hand turned over and jumped to his hand. “Ok, this is a mistake. I’m holding onto the Yellow disc.”

“Ha! You are yellow,” Sharon told him while poking his right arm.

Israeli looked over his right shoulder and told her upfront, “You’re just green with envy.”

She looked at him and frowned at his come back.

“Hey, why can’t we all get along,” Isabella asked them while stepping in the middle.

“If I’m correct, the last disc is red, and red stands for love and passion, and you have a crush on someone,” Sharon cooed at her while placing her hands on her shoulders while Isabella blushed at her comment.

“I do not,” Isabella blushed to her friend.

“You’ll never tell him. Will you,” she asked him.

She nodded as Orion stood next to her and told her, “Here you go.” Isabella pushed her friend aside as she reached out for the disc as it flew to her hand before she reached it.

At that instant, a voice echoed throughout the mansion upon grabbing the disk, “Zen-Aku is attacking New York City!”

The trio looked up as Israeli turned to the girls and said, “That’s home!” The two girls nodded as they ran out of the room and started out of the mansion.

“Where are you 3 going,” Orion asked them as they turned around and they replied simultaneously, “We’re going to save our home.”

“How?” We’re on Mt. Everest and how will you get down?”

They looked at each other and then all 3 looked down at their discs.

“Remember, to activate the System Controllers, insert the disc into the slot and yell out Start Game!”

They all nodded and held the slots in their right hand and the discs in their left hands and then inserted the discs into the slots and simultaneously yelled out, “Start Game!”

Their bodies glistened of their destined colors and in seconds, they were standing in their suits.

Isabella’ helmet was plain red with a rectangular visor and grey mouthpiece. Her chest was all red with white rectangles in the middle coming to an x in the middle with a small white circle under them that resembled Pong. She had a white skirt that ended at her knees. Her sleeves were plain red while her gloves were white with red fingers. Two paddles hung from her thin white belt. Her legs were red and she had tall white boots with a small red heels.

She looked at her feet, then at her chest, her hand, felt her helmet, and said, “Wow, and believe it or not, I can see in this thing!”

Sharon’s helmet was green with random dark green streaks and a V-like visor that covered the upper portion of her helmet. Her chest was green with a dark green A that covered the whole chest. The sleeves were dark green with green gloves. Her weapon, the Jungle Vine, become her belt when not in use and the grip hung on her left side. Her dark green skirt hung to her knees. Her legs were dark green and she had green boots with tall, dark green heels.
“I still hate green.”

Israeli’s helmet was yellow with a checkered stripe coming across the helmet with the triangular visor in the middle. His chest was yellow with a big 1 covering the right side of his chest and checkered sleeves with black leather gloves. His belt was black with a small white circle in the front. His legs were checkered with black leather boots that ended a little past his ankles. His weapon, the Wheel Blocker hung from his back.
Israeli clenched his right hand and punched his left palm and stated, “I finally can beat up everybody who picks on me!”

Orion walked up to them and told them, “Guys. Rangers. I can’t believe I can finally say that. Anyways, rangers.” The rangers kept on observing themselves and each other. “Stop having an orgy over there,” he shouted as they faced him. :”Now that I have your divided attention, we…” they started up again. Orion walked over to them grasped onto the backs of Sharon’s and Isabella’s suits and lifted them into the air and faced Israeli, “Your hometown is under attack.” He faced Sharon who faced him, “When you leave, call for your Adventure Jet and fly to New York City, aka your hometown and fight Zen-Aku. These two,” He took a glance at Classic Red, Isabella, and Racer Yellow, Israeli,” can hold onto the bottoms of the wings while you fly there. “He let go of them and yelled, “Now go!” They ran out of the mansion.

Upon leaving, they clenched onto their arms and shivered. “It’s cooolllleedddd,” Isabella stated.

“No fucking shit Sherlock,” Sharon told her.

“Oy vay,” Israeli said.

Giggling, Isabella said, “You are Jewish after all.”

Sihvering, he replied, “Tut up!”

After a minute, Sharon raised her right arm in the air and yelled out, “Adventure Jet!” After she finished her yell, her whip jumped off her waist and hovered in mid air in front of her and cracked. After it cracked, a green explosion occurred and a small, mini jet appeared in front of her. Her whip flew back to her and wrapped itself back onto her waist. They all looked to her and she looked at them and looked at the jet.

“I call shotgun,” Sharon yelled out and jumped into the one and only seat of the jet.

“It’s your jet Shar’,” Isabella called out while holding onto the left wing.

“Let her enjoy this moment, Isabelle,” Israeli told her.

With no further comments, the jet slowly took off with Sharon at the controls. The two other rangers held on while the jet wobbled its way to New York City.

While stabbing its victims, Zen-Aku finished off more people than he could count. He ran through the streets of the enormous towers and used his flute to slice through unlucky victims. Falling to his knees and raising his arms to the sky, he shouted, “Thank you Lord Freevul for releasing me from the video games and into the real world where I can do some real trouble!”
“You won’t be able to do any more trouble Zen-Aku,” a voice came from behind him.

“And who might you be,” he asked without turning around.

“We’re the Power Rangers,” a feminine voice came out the ranger.

Zen-Aku glanced behind him and said, ”When has there ever been an orange Power Ranger?”

“Hold it right there,” a voice echoed from the sky. In seconds the jet came in closer as the Red and Yellow Rangers jumped down and the Green Ranger landed her jet on the top of the building and jumped down with her fellow rangers.

“We’re the…” dragged out Classic Red.

“Who are you 3,” Adventure Green asked them.

“We’re…” they simultaneously dragged out.

“Fighting White”

“Sport Black”

”Card Orange”

“Are you 6 done having your get together yet,” Zen-Aku asked them from afar with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

The two ranger teams got together in their own teams and pulled out their individual weapons.
Card Orange grabbed her Card Chooser from her left holster and opened it up and pressed the Spade and closed the lid. An orange spade symbol shot out the end facing her and a long silver blade shot out the opposite end. Spade Sword armed and ready to go!

White Fighter clenched his fists, bent his elbows, and jabbed his fists into the air above him as white smoke appeared around his fists and boxing gloves formed around his fists. Pow Gloves ready!

Sport Black reached behind him and pulled out a black hockey stick with his right hand and a white baseball bat with his left hand. The clenched onto them as the ends merged together and he held the merging weapon in front of him. Double Hitter, merged and ready to hit!

The 6 rangers stood ready and looked around for Zen-Aku. A breeze swept through the city as a note flew over to Classic Red as she dropped her right paddle, grabbed the note, and read it, “You Rangers took too long so I left.” Its signed Zen- Aku.

“Ok, then we’re leaving,” the 3 rangers called out for their vehicles as their got on their designated vehicles and drove off.

“Guys, we were showed off,” Israeli said out loud.

“We’re girls,” the girls yelled out in unison.


“You said you 3 met 3 other rangers like y’all,” Orion asked them as they took off their helmets.

They nodded as Orion continued, “And your enemy left?”

They nodded again.

“And you guys are supposed to be rangers,” he asked again.

They nodded once more as Sharon asked him, “What are you trying to tell us?”

Orion waved his left hand, as an oversized white chair appeared from under him as he fell into it, “I’m trying to comprehend that my rangers suck and the other rangers are better rangers.”

“Orion,” they cried out in unison.

“Ok, ok. It’s just the beginning of your adventures. No pun intended Sharon,” She nodded as he continued. “Now, how does the name Game Sentai Arcadaranger sound to y’all?”

“What’s it mean,” Israeli asked.

“Game Task Force Rangers of the Arcade.”

“Or how about…” Israeli dragged out while raising his right arm into the air to draw out the name, “We suck.”

“Israeli,” the girls yelled out to him.

“You could have come up with a better name than that, Jew boy,” Sharon told him.

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it :023:

[TBF]

It seemed a bit rushed, and the description was unblanced. It had lots of detail where not as much was needed, and too little or none at all where a lot could be used (such as the 3 unknown rangers). Also, the part with Freevul and Orion at the beginning was really confusing.

With some editing, this could be a really great fic. I'm working on the Rangers for you right now.

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

Thank you TBF. I have a problem with description and I just wanted it out. I didn't want detail for the 3 unknown rangers off bat. I'll talk to you about the description of all of them

[TBF]

Another thing is, why and how exactly did Orion choose what to base their powers on something from almost 2 and a half million years before they (video games) were created?

Also, Ar-ca-da-ran-ger just doesn't roll of the tongue very well, IMO. May I suggest Ar-can(e)-ger or Arcaderanger?

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

It's Ar-cade-a-ranger.

Arcade + ranger = Arcadaranger.

I'll explain everything in Level 2

[TBF]

It's Ar-cade-a-ranger.

Arcade + ranger = Arcadaranger.

I'll explain everything in Level 2
Okay then.

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

I will try to update my story as much as possible. I will try to update at least once a week. School started up again and that means homework :(. It took me 4-5 hours to write Level 1. So, I hope it doesn't take that long again. Stay tuned for Level 2 when they continue there battle in the game of Rangerhood :)

[ephraimranger]

I have one question: why did Isabella and her sister only covered their upper and lower chest with their towels?

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

I'm just starting on description. I guess, I left their crotches uncovered :005:

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

Guys, girls, I'm currently starting Level 2. It may be uploaded tonight or sometime this week. Please stay tuned and comment, comment, comment!


LWR

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

Before I post Level 2, I'm asking for help. I would like a Beta Reader to reread my chapters before I post them so I can make them be easier to read and understand. Thanks and stay tunred. Level 2 is done but I just need a Beta Reader.



LWR

[ElementMaster149]

I'll do it, if you want me 2, but if you want a real Beta Reader. Don't ask me.

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

What do you mean by a "REAL" Beta Reader?


LWR

[TBF]

Someone who knows what their doing, maybe?

I think I could beta-read for you, if you want.

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

I'd like that. I'll talk to you seperately TBF



LWR

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

And now...Level 2 of Game Sentai Arcadaranger!

Level 2


The next morning, Isabella was walking along the sidewalk wearing a pink tank top with a denim, mini skirt and bed sandals with her hair let out. As she walked, the wind would lift her long, curly hair up in the wind and she would tighten her grip onto her red purse as she kept walking towards her destination. She noticed the sun’s rays casting onto her destination of Israeli’s house coming up to her right. She sighed as she crept slower towards it.

As she came closer towards it, a baseball flew towards her, which caused her to turn and yelped in terror of the oncoming ball. “I’ll get that,” came a voice from the other side of the rode. Isabella turned to see a tall boy, in his late teens, with black spiked hair, tan skin, with a white, sleeveless shirt, and blue jean shorts. He sprinted towards the ball with his baseball glove on his left hand and ran past her and in between Israeli and his neighbor’s house. He jumped, and while in the air caught the ball, which in turn, causes him to fall on the grass in somebody’s backyard.

Isabella shrieked at his reaction and ran to his aid. Upon arriving at his aid, another boy was already there holding out his hand so the mysterious man can get up. As they both turned to face her, she looked up to their gigantic statures and had her gazes jumped back and forth between the two.

“Who? What,” was the only words that came from her mouth.

The first man she met, chuckled at her reaction and was the first to speak, “Yea, we’re twins.” Pointing to his brother, he replied, “That’s Courtney.”

Courtney looked to his brother and used his left fist to punch his brother’s right shoulder as he used his left hand to cover his newly acquired bruise. The brother continued his statement, “He refers to be called Court.”

Isabella nodded and held out her hand, “My name is Isabella.” As she finished shaking Court’s hand, Israeli came running up to her wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. He looked up to the two guys and stopped in his tracks. The two guys looked down at him as Court glared at him and jerked his head at Israeli as he jumped back in fear. The two guys laughed at their accomplishment.

Israeli leaned over and grabbed onto her left arm and said, “Izzy, I think it’s time we went back to my house.” He continued by saying, “You were going to help me,” he looked at he while she kept her gaze at the two strangers, “with homework?”

She shook out of her stare and nodded as Israeli dragged her away. She moved her free arm in the air as it caught the two guys’ attentions, “Hey, I didn’t get your other name.”

The other guy pointed to himself and said, “My name is Wyatt.”

Once they had turned the corner, Israeli pushed her inside his large house as an elderly man clad in a tux walked up to them with his arms behind his back and asked, “Mr. Cohen? Why do you have this young lady in a grasp?

Israeli looked over at her as he let go of his grasp and they both dropped their arms. He placed his right hand to his throat and cleared his throat, then placed it down and answered, “Mr. Bicote, I was just taking her away from the Hanes brothers.” Upon his reply, Isabelle curiously looked over at Israeli and asked him, “The Hanes brothers?”

Israeli looked over at Mr. Bicote and asked him, “Is my room cleaned?”

Mr. Bicote raised his right eyebrow as Israeli mouthed something to him and Mr. Bicote gave a knowing smile and nod upon his request and walked away.

Isabelle looked over at Israeli with a curious face as Israeli looked at her and gently took her right hand into his left hand and smiled. They both looked into each other’s eyes and he took off running and she yelled out, “You’ve never let me in your house before, and this is a weird first time welcoming.”

The couple ran up a spiral staircase in the back of the house as Israeli led his guest to his room.


Crawling through the bushes, the sun’s rays shone onto the vile, skeletal creature of 2 ½ million years. His arms stretched outwards and grasped onto the branches ahead of him. With his hands clasped onto the branches, he moved his strength down his arms and swung his body over the branches ahead of him and felt the air move around his body. Letting his fingers slip off the branch, his body moved downward and in moments, leaves and dirt piled around of him.

Feeling the rubbish and various insects around him, he let his slender tongue escape its prison and let it roam throughout the rubbish. While moving his tongue, it felt several ants move along the leaves around it. He then curled the tip of his tongue and moved it over the next layer of leaves and attacked the ants.

Feeling the dead ants around his tongue, he retrieved his tongue back into his mouth and felt the broken body parts of the hundred of ants in his mouth. He let them slide down his throat as used a small portion of his tongue to lick all over his lips, nose, and eyes.

After his snack, the moon’s rays started hitting his body as his strength heightened. He placed his hands on the ground and pushed his body out of the leaves and rubbish. Upon being released and standing on his hands at a newly acquired height of 6 feet and 5 inches, the moon’s rays wrapped and tightened around his body. He shrilled in delight and in the unknown of what is happening to him and in seconds, a yellow skin has wrapped around his body.

“What is happening to me,” he questioned himself and jumped down and landed on his feet. He looked at his hands and felt power running through his bones. He clenched his fists and lifted his left arm into the air, “The longer I live on the surface of Groosum, the more powerful, I, Lord Freevul will become,” yelled the newly skinned villain as lightning struck his fist and he yelled in delight.


Running through the hallways, the duo, led by the Racer Yellow, Israeli, stopped at a yellow door. He used his free hand to open the door and the couple walked through the entrance into the large bedroom.

In the far end was a large bed with navy sheets and a bird eye maple bed frame and across from that (to the right of the entrance) was a flat screen, plasma t.v. A large window took up the adjacent wall with an area to rest inside near the window. The walls were painted black and the lighting was light.

Isabella looked over at Israeli and gave him a curious look, “You wanted me to see your plain room?”

Israeli released his grip onto her, jumped onto his bed and knocked three times on the wall. After he finished knocking on the wall, the bed moved forward and Israeli motioned for her to get on. She jumped on with him before it flung into the open wall.

The bed entered a larger room with brighter lighting. The opposite wall held a screen that took up the whole wall and a golden couch sat in front of it. To their left was pool table, foosball table, and an air hockey table. Before Isabella could adjust to the adjustment, the bed lowered itself and she found herself sitting on tiled floor in Indian style clutching onto her purse. She looked up to see Israeli holding out his right hand and stroking through his black curly hair that she loved so much with his free hand.

Before she could take hold of his hand, her phone rang in her purse. They both sighed at the interruption as she dug through her purse for her phone. Grasping onto her phone, she opened it and held it up to her ear, “Hello?”

“Isabelle. There’s this weird monster attacking our school. I’m on the way right now,” Sharon yelled out through the speaker.

Isabelle stood up while she closed her phone and told Israeli, “We need to get out of her and get to school.”

As the pair ran out of the house, they looked around and noticed the Hanes brothers throwing a baseball back and forth to each other. Israeli dropped his head and shook it knowing bullies lived on the same street as he did.

“Don’t worry. We’ll change…” she got interrupted by Wyatt who ran over to them followed by his younger brother, Courtney. “Hey again!”

Isabelle turned and waved at him and held up her hands in defeat, “Sorry we have to run.”

Courtney turned Israeli around and held him in close and gripped his hands on his shoulders, “Well, let this guy stay and you can do your errands and come back. How does that sound, babe, “He winked his left eye at her.

Isabelle reached forward and pulled him away from Courtney’s grasp and commented, “He has to come with me.”

At that moment, a black limo pulled up and a man clad in a black tux and a black hat covering his baldhead. He walked over and opened the passenger door and said, “Mrs. Rodriguez. Mr. Cohen.”

The couple looked at each other and to him and saw sparks coming out of his eyes. They looked back to each other and smiled and Isabelle entered the car first, followed by Israeli. The driver closed their door and took off before the Hanes brothers could say anything else.

“So where to,” the driver asked them.

“Orion, you know,” Isabelle said as she let her right hand wander over to Israeli’s hand and lightly take hold of it into her’s.

“Your wish is my command,” Orion said and sped through traffic and in minutes, arrived a half a mile from the Green Ranger fighting against several Krybots.

The two teens jumped out of the limo. The teens pulled their discs out of their pockets and threw it up. The slots appeared in their other hands as they held it to their chest and let the discs fall into place. Their colored energy surrounded their bodies and then they were transformed and pulling out their own weapons.

Classic Red ran forward holding onto her Paddle Pushers and Racer Yellow ran forward holding onto his Wheel Blocker.

Red used her Paddle Pushers to whack the Krybots and kicked several in their groins. Four Krybots teamed up and blasted her. However, she positioned her paddles in front of her and bounced their lasers off of her paddles and over her. She ran forward and whacked them over their heads. She started twirling her paddles in circles, which caused incoming lasers to bounce back and strike them. She tightened her grasp onto her paddles and shouted, “Classic Red 1, Villains zip!”

Adventure Green walked slowly through the Krybots and cracked her whip that caused the Krybots to back away in fear. “Yea, you know it,” she yelled. A Krybot ran up to her with his blaster ready but she twirled her whip around and wrapped it around his left leg. Twirling it high over her head, letting his dangle in front of her, she let him go as he got shoved into a group of Krybots and they all disintegrated upon contact. She cracked the Jungle Vine across her and shouted, “Arcadarangers will never give up!”

Yellow ran through the crowd with his Wheel Blocker in front of him letting the Krybots collapse when he ran into them. After his third rampage, he held onto the back of the wheel, and hurled it forward letting it puncture through several Krybots and clutched onto the Wheel Blocker as it returned to him. He twirled around from the speed and power of his hurl and held the blocker outwards to strike the closer Krybots to him. Noticing that they were in pieces, he placed his weapon back behind him and flung his right fist into the air and shouted, “I’m a Power Ranger, and I’ll make sure everyone knows about it!”

“Is that so,” a voiced appeared from the top of a building. The trio of rangers grouped together and looked up at the two rangers.

“It’s you,” groaned Classic Red.

The trio of rangers observed the two rangers that stood on top of the building. They remembered them from the other day.

One was black. His black helmet showed off its white, 10-pointed star. His upper torso had a white stripe on each side coming down to the middle of the chest. The lower part, above the belt, had white stripes coming upwards that ended just above where the two stripes ended. He had black sleeves with white hands. His white belt showed off its black spikes. He had black legs with metal boots. His weapons were on his back, a baseball bat and a hockey stick.

The other ranger was white with a 5-pointed star on his helmet. His suit was a replica of the other ranger’s except for the weapons and his hands. His hands were all black. They were ready to unleash power when needed.

The two rangers kept at a distance with their arms crossed.

“So, you three must be Orion’s bitches,” the black one asked.

Racer Yellow pushed his friends aside and yelled, “That’s unacceptable! You shouldn’t use that kinda language in the presence of ladies!”

“Aw. Thanks honey,” Classic Red and Adventure Green cooed.

Grey spoke appeared behind the two mysterious rangers as a skeletal figure crept from it. “They can talk however they please.”

They three rangers looked to each other as Green told her friends, “That’s who I saw before.” The three looked up to see the three of them disappearing in flashes of black, white, and grey.

The three Rangers turned around as Orion walked up to them wearing a black tux, “I have a lot of explaining to do. Don’t I?”

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Now, this weekend I'm going to go visit some colleges so the next update will be probably Tuesday-Friday. I'll try to make that deadline but there's no guarantees. Stay tuned for Level 3 and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE COMMENT!



LWR

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

Please y'all, as a writer, I need comments by y'all, the readers to let me know what I'm doing right and wrong. It will help me out ALOT. I realize by the watchers, that I have the readers, but now I'd like to push that ahead and turn the readers into active readers by commenting/replying about my story. Thanks and hope you stay tuned for Level 3 of Game Sentai Arcadaranger.




LWR

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

I'm sorry for all of my readers that I haven't updated in quite a while. I have been very busy. This weekend I have an art compitition and I have to film a school project (Lamia and Fairy Godmother and I'm the Fairy Godmother hehe). So, next week I'll try to update. If not, I'm very sorry. So, please, comment! comment! comment! The more you comment, the better I can write the episodes and the more enjoyment you can get from GAME SENTAI ARCADARANGER!

[GreenNinja]

Please y'all, as a writer, I need comments by y'all, the readers to let me know what I'm doing right and wrong. It will help me out ALOT. I realize by the watchers, that I have the readers, but now I'd like to push that ahead and turn the readers into active readers by commenting/replying about my story. Thanks and hope you stay tuned for Level 3 of Game Sentai Arcadaranger.




LWR
And THAT there is your problem with this story. You're not writing to write. You're writing for the comments. YOU should care what you think about it before caring what others think. If you do it for the praise, then your writing will never be at the level you want it to be. So stop begging for comments and write this story because YOU want to. If people notice it, they'll notice it, and aptly comment on it. If you understand this, then you should find your writing going MUCH smoother. Trust me. That's how I got to the level I have.

[HurricaneNinja]

I agree with Greenninja.When i first wrote i did it for the praise and i saw how much of a mess it was.Write for your own self thats what i am doing now.

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

I am, but I appreciate comments. I have ideas and they build up in my head and I'm finally getting them down on paper, well computer. I'm just asking for support. That's all. Thanks for your concerns GreenNinja and HurricaneNinja. I at least have the Ninjas on my side. hehe

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

…Let’s Recap…

“Yea, we’re twins.” Pointing to his brother, he replied, “That’s Courtney.”
“He refers to be called Court.”
………..
The other guy pointed to himself and said, “My name is Wyatt.”
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“The longer I live on the surface of Groosum, the more powerful, I, Lord Freevul will become,” yelled the newly skinned villain as lightning struck his fist and he yelled in delight.
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“Classic Red 1, Villains zip!”
“Arcadarangers will never give up!”
“I’m a Power Ranger, and I’ll make sure everyone knows about it!”
“Is that so,” a voiced appeared from the top of a building. The trio of rangers grouped together and looked up at the two rangers.
………
The three Rangers turned around as Orion walked up to them wearing a black tux, “I have a lot of explaining to do. Don’t I?”
………

And now, we continue onto Level 3 of Game Sentai Arcadaranger

The 3 Rangers and Orion raised their right arms as their bodies materialized into red, yellow, green, and gold streaks. Then, they appeared in the lobby of Orion’s mansion clasping onto their helmets. Orion led them to the far end of the mansion and up the winding staircase. Once Orion reached the top, a wall stopped him in his footsteps as he placed the palm of his left hand to the wall as it radiated. He kept it placed on the wall as a white bubble lunged out of the wall and encased him. The trio screamed and pushed each other down the stairs to escape the incoming bubbles.

Sharon led them down the stairs and through the lobby. A bubble stormed at them as Isabella dropped her helmet, crossed her arms downwards in front of her, pulled out her Paddle Pushers and placed the ends together. She then directed one end towards the bubble as a red laser shot out of the end of her paddle and exploded the bubble upon contact. Israeli ran in front of everyone else and used his right leg to kick open the wooden door.
Once outside, the trio looked around and found themselves clasping onto their arms.

“I forgot that it’s cold out here,” Isabella commented while shaking herself to keep warm.

“I can feel your pain,” Israeli answered her.

After his comment, 3 bubbles raced out of the mansion and sucked in each ranger. The rangers were frozen in side the bubbles as they carried them upstairs and through the wall to the unknown.

“Welcome Arcadarangers to the Gashookie Arcada Machin Envoliopu. Since I know humans from the 21st century can’t pronounce that correctly, you can just shorten it to GAME,” Orion stated with his arms held behind him and wearing black pants with a yellow t-shirt.

The trio opened their eyes to notice Orion and acknowledge his appearance. They all looked around and realized that the girls were wearing knee-length white skirts with a red or green halter-top. They also wore white socks that the tops ended to the ankles. Israeli wore white pants with a yellow t-shirt and white socks that ended to his ankles.

Israeli noticed lights were shining directly on them and whenever they moved, the lights followed them. The ground was as smooth as polished wood. He blinked his eyes several times as they took in the appearance of the ground, maple wood. The ground is made up of bird eye maple.

Orion interrupted Israeli’s distraction, “If you three may sit down, I can give you all a nice story that can tell you everything. Well,” he waved his left arm, as red smoke appeared behind him and a large, oversized; red chair appeared that he sat on. “I’ll try to tell you everything I know.” He dangled his right arm off the chair as three, cushioned, wooden chairs appeared behind the trio with their designated colors: red, yellow, green. Once that sat on them, Orion started the story.

“Well,” he dragged while placing his elbows on the arms of the chairs and rested his chin on the top of his clasped fingers, “do any of you want to ask me anything?”

Israeli sat forward in his chair with his left arm hanging on his left thigh, “Why video game powers?”

Orion sat back in his chair with his arms still on his chair, “Good question.”

“And why don’t we all have a shared weapon,” Isabella asked. “And who are those two guys?”

“Well three, Isabella,” Israeli turned to his right and corrected her with a thank you nod from her.

“And will I break a nail,” Sharon asked as Isabella, Israeli, and Orion turned their bodies towards her with their eyes wide open. “What? And while I’m at it,” she leaned closer towards Orion, “Why am I green since green is an ugly color? Why can’t I be pink?”

Orion sat back in his chair with his arms dangling over the arms of the chair, “How many times am I going to have to tell you this? The discs chose their owners, not the other way around.”

Isabella leaned over in her chair and told her, “And you can always get a manicure, sweetie.”

“Now, the powers. The powers I chose,” Orion raised his right pointer finger and commanded, “Don’t interrupt me kids. The discs are originally just powerful. The owner can do whatever he wants with them. So, I took them and decided upon a mechanism to base the user’s powers off of. I couldn’t decide upon: electronics, sports, or video games. For electronics, I would have used: a computer, stereo, television, camera, and phone. But something inside of me said, ‘It wouldn’t be a good idea.’ For sports, I would’ve used: baseball, soccer, basketball, skateboarding, hockey, and a lot of other sports. But the weapons were difficult. Overall, I decided upon video games like your powers are.

So, Isabella, I chose your weapons, the Paddle Pushers after the hit arcade game, Pong. Isabella, I knew that you use to play softball, so the Paddle Pushers would be good for you.
Isabella nodded at the summary of her weapon’s origin.

Israeli, the Wheel Blocker was chosen for you because of two reasons. The first reason is that you block people out of your life. You have been better at them getting closer to you, which is good. The second reason is your love for shields. I chose for you to symbolize the Racing genre for reasons that I don’t think you should know yet.

Israeli nodded with his right eyebrow raised in curiosity but kept silent.

And now for you, Sharon, the one person I loved organizing her genre and weapon. I wanted your weapon, the Jungle Vine because I wanted to make you happy. I knew that you would be green, so I wanted you to like something about it. I know that your favorite superhero is Catwoman, so I wanted to make your weapon extra special to you.

Sharon smiled at the realization of the origin of her Jungle Vine

Orion clasped his hands together and said, “You may now talk, my children.”

Israeli was the first to ask, “Do I get a vehicle?”

“And what about me,” Isabella followed suit.

Orion kept his fingers interlocked and nodded, “In time.”

“Three strangers are attacking New York City,” a feminine voice came from overhead.

“You three know what to do,” Orion told them.

The trio looked at each other and back at Orion and shrugged their shoulders as Isabella stated, “We don’t have our System Controllers.”

“Yea. We need those disks and slots,” Sharon continued with the explanation.

Orion dropped his head and shook it, “The slots are just to help start the game for you. The disks change you into your suits.” He raised his head and continued with the details, “Just throw the disks up and shout ‘Start Game’!”

The trio looked at each other and Israeli had his turn to clarify, “We don’t have our disks in these outfits.”

“Just place your hand out in front of you, palm up and call out ‘Start Disk,’” he clarified.

The trio stood up from their seats and held out their right hands and shouted, ‘Start Disk!’”

Green smoke appeared on Sharon’s palm and in a second, so did her green disk.

Yellow smoke emerged from Israeli’s palm and so did his yellow disk.

Red smoke materialized on Isabella’s palm and in seconds, she held onto her red disk.

Orion stood up from his chair as it melted into the floor, “You three know what to do.”

The looked at him and nodded. They then threw the disks upwards and shouted in unison, “Star Game!”

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I'm going to do Part 2 in a little while. I hope you enjoy this little exmplanation of their powers and origins. And stay plugged in for more of Part 2 of Level 3 of GAME SENTAI ARCADARANGER!

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

I'm so sorry for the delay. I've been having family trouble since we've been opening up a pool hall and such. Here's the next segment. This is like a part 2 and I'm submitting the 1st half of part 2. I hope you enjoy. Please remember to comment, comment, comment! Thanks. Also, please ENJOY!
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Level 3 ½


The trio arrived standing in the middle of the streets with their weapons clenched on tightly.

Isabella, who stood in the middle, walked slowly down the isolated road with her Paddle Pushers blocking her left and right sides and leaving her teammates behind. Her footsteps silenced her walking as her eyes darted back and forth behind her rectangular visor. When her footsteps came to the oncoming intersection, a white flash knocked her on her back.

After Isabella left her two teammates behind, Sharon and Israeli walked the other way with the Adventure Green gripping onto her Jungle Vine in her right hand and Racer Yellow holding onto his Wheel Blocker with his right hand.

“It’s sure, like, silent around her,” Sharon commented.
Israeli just nodded at her comment as they kept walking through the isolated streets of New York City.

“What was that,” Isabella questioned herself as her left hand clenched tightly onto her chest. She leaned up slowly after the incoming attack to notice a man in a white suit and two boxing gloves on his hands, armed and ready to attack her.

“Get up you insignificant ranger,” he satanic voice boomed out from behind his 5-pointed star helmet. He bashed his gloves in front of his as white static electricity intertwined between them. When he brought them apart, the static vanished and his gloves became whiter.

“I am not worthless,” her voice heightened as she let go of her Paddle Pushers and kicked her legs up into the air as she landed on her feet in seconds and reacquired her weapons.

“You sure seem like it to me, Isabella,” His voice softens at reciting name.
Her grip on her weapons weakens as a whisper escapes from her mouth, “How do you…” and his right fist contacts itself to her gut as her voice screeches throughout the air. He raises his arm over his head as red electricity races around her body and her suit exploded around her and leaves her panting her breath. He lowers her and brings her face so she looks to his visor.

An orange laser streaks through the air and strikes the right side of his gut. His voice screeches as he fumbles to the ground and cause the unmorphed Isabella to roll around of the city road.

The wind blows across the orange stranger as it lifts up her orange skirt. A large, black, square visor most of her orange helmet. Her torso reveals a blue stripe starting from her left shoulder and curves down to her right hip with the card suits: spade, heart, diamond, and club on the stripe. Two blue shoulder plates rest on her shoulders and blue spikes move along her arms and legs. Her hands and feet are plainly orange and her belt shows off her blue, square, belt buckle as the right side of it dangles a small club that holds her combo weapon, the Card Chooser. A blue cape falls just short of her waist. To finish it all off, her suit reveals her blue mini skirt that falls inches from her knees.

Her hands hold on tightly to her crossbow as it vanishes in orange smoke and all she holds onto is an orange staff, which she places on the right side of her belt. “Don’t defeat her yet, Court. Lord Freevul wants them to suffer some more,” her Asian voice penetrates through her helmet. Her left hand clasps onto her belt buckle as she flings it forward and it enlarges to reveal an orange Joker card. She front flips onto it and she flies off into the distance leaving the Fighting White and Isabella by themselves.

“We haven’t seen anything yet, Shar,” Israeli stated as he gaze leaves an abandoned building’s window.

“You can say that again,” She remarked walking ahead.

“Wait up,” a teenage girl’s voice called out while puffing for air and collapsing on top of Racer Yellow.

“Isabella,” Racer Yellow and Adventure Green cried out as they rested her head on top of Israeli’s lap. Her brunette hair fell around his whole lap leaving his lap covered and him unable to leave his ground. Adventure Green fell to her knees and stroked her best friend’s hair while cooing a soft, “What happened to you?”

Isabella sighed and closed her eyes for a minute. After a minute passed, she opened her eyes and replied, “Just get me back to Orion’s mansion.”

Adventure Green and Racer Yellow looked at each other as each other nodded. Adventure Green extended her right arm and called out for her Adventure Jet.

“Wait,” Isabella cried out as the two other rangers’ faces looked over at her. “I have my own form of transportation,” her right arm extended itself to the air as a bolt of red lightning shot down from the sky and circulated around her arm. Her voice echoed around them as she shouted, “Orion’s mansion!” Her body glistened a bright red and in moments, Racer Yellow’s lap was empty of her body.

He looked up to Adventure Green as she glanced down at him and he commented, “When did she learn that?”
With a shrug, she replied, “I don’t know?”

Footsteps echoed and the two rangers looked over behind their shoulders and noticed black and white rangers walking towards them. The white ranger had his Pow Gloves, armed and ready to pound on anyone who comes into contact with him. His teammate had his weapons combined together in his left hand, ready to hit or strike anyone. They stopped several feet from Adventure Green and Racer Yellow and took up their fighting stances.

Racer Yellow kicked his legs into the air and ended on his feet, turned around, and pulled out his Wheel Blocker.

Adventure Green pulled out her Jungle Vine and cracked it in front of her to initiate fear into her opponents. However, they stood unharmed from the whip.

The black ranger twirled his combined weapon of a white hockey stick and a black baseball bat and placed the end of the baseball bat on the ground, holding near the end of the hockey stick and announced, “I am Sport Black.
The ranger with the hitting power of a baseball player and the ferocity of a hockey player!”

The white ranger pounced his gloves in front of him seven times as bolts of white lightning intertwined between the hits and encasing the gloves with lightning, and then disappearing. “I am the fighter, known as Fighting White!”

Adventure Green and Racer Yellow looked at each other and looked back at their rivals and shouted their unique slogans.

Adventure Green cracked her Jungle Vine in front of her as the grounded where her whip struck broke open and roots ran up her whip and back down into the crevasse. “I am Adventure Green, the feminine beauty of all adventure should be!”

Racer Yellow spun his shield on his right hand and moved it on top of his hand as it slid along his arm, over his back and back on top of his left hand as his gripped his shield with his left hand. “I am Racer Yellow, I shift into a higher gear when I fight!”

Fighting White and Sport Black looked at each other as they shot a bolt of their designated color with their gloves/ baseball bat at their opponents after they called out their names. Adventure Green and Racer Yellow cried out in pain as they landed on the pavement road.


“Orion? Orion, where are you,” Isabella’s voice echoed throughout the mansion. Her footsteps ricocheted back to her ears leaving her in question if she is alone or not.

A white light blinded her for some time, as Orion appeared in front of her, “What’s wrong my child?”

Isabella smirked at her mentor as her hands brought in close in front of her, and extended her arms, as they shot a dark power at the good wizard, leaving him frozen in black ice.

Isabella’s right hand moved across her face as her body manipulated itself to Lord Freevul. “Now, to see how my children are doing,” his screeching voice boomed across Orion’s house as he teleported away leaving a silver note.


“You didn’t think that you’d win, did ya,” questioned Fighting White with his gloves pushed out in front of him.

“Because all you are.are worthless humans who shouldn’t be the Game Sentai Arcadarangers,” Sport Black called out with his weapon, the Double Hitter pointed at Racer Yellow.

“We were picked by the discs,” Adventure Green cried out with the Jungle Vine gripped tightly in her right hand.

“We will win,” Racer Yellow yelled out.

Sport Black tightened his grip on his Double Hitter as bolts of black lightning circulated around his weapon. “You are not the Power Rangers. They are phony. This is real!”

“You got that right, jackass,” Classic Red yelled out as she drove by on her new cycle, the Classic Cycle. She extended her left arm with a Paddle Pusher in it and pushed Sport Black’s weapon out of his hands. She stopped her cycle in front of teammates with both paddles armed and ready to attack. “I’m back and ready to fight.”

“What took you so long,” Racer Yellow asked Classic Yellow as he stood up.

“You could just say, that I had to break up with someone,” she responded back. “So, are you two ready?”

Both Arcadarangers took out their weapons and shouted, “Ready!”

At just that moment, a voice roared from afar in the sky. An orange stranger jumped down and stretched out her right arm to the 3 Arcadarangers, “I am Card Orange. With the luck of the draw, I will always win,” She pulled out a short staff from her right belt loop and opened the front. She then pushed a button with the shape of a diamond. As she closed the cover, the staff split apart and a diamond appeared on the end of each staff and a blade extended from the other end. She twirled each dagger in each hand and called out, “Diamond Daggers! The diamonds of danger!”

Each ranger took up his or her position to fight another ranger.

Classic Red vs. Card Orange

Adventure Green vs. Fighting White

Racer Yellow vs. Sport Black

[TimeFireX]

Very awesome fanfic, keep up the great work!:023:

[Storm Warrior2]

This fic is one of the better ones I've read lately...if you need another beta-reader, I'd be glad to oblige. PM me if this is the case.

[Lunar Wolf Ranger]

This fic is one of the better ones I've read lately...if you need another beta-reader, I'd be glad to oblige. PM me if this is the case.
Why would you say, Arcadarangers if one of the better fanfics that you've read lately?

[Storm Warrior2]

I don't know, it's just a good read...plus, I'm a sucjer for the whole video game theme thing....