POWER RANGERS REGENERATE

Chapter One: The Coming of Evil! TyrannoRanger Arrives!

Disclaimer: I don't own the power rangers. If I did, the show would be much better than Disney has made it.

My name is Jason Lee Scott. I'm 18 and live in the city of Angel Grove. It's a pretty peaceful place; nothing bad ever happens here. I mean sure, there are a few jerks here and there, but generally this is a pretty sweet place to live.

My best friend is a girl named Trini. We're good friends, and just friends, in spite of what other people say. Ever since we were kids, I've been going to her family's Kung Fu dojo. I've learned a lot over the years about martial arts thanks to Trini's grandpa, the master of the dojo.

This also means that she and I are part-time rivals. You see the city has this annual martial arts tournament that Trini and I go to each year. That means that all year we practice to beat each other, because inevitably, we have to fight each other. But it's all in good fun.

Jason landed on his back with a thud. He grunted as the wind was knocked out of him.

Hey, I never said I won every time.

Jason looked up at the young Asian girl who had thrown him to the ground. Trini was a typical, dark haired Asian girl, just under five feet tall, athletic build, wearing black slacks and a yellow tee-shirt as her training gear. Jason was a brown haired American boy, nearly six feet in height, muscular build, also wearing black slacks but under a red shirt. She smiled at him and held out a hand to help him up. He took the hand and grinned mischievously. He pulled her down on the mat and pinned her.

Trini giggled a bit, but then mocked seriousness. "You know that's against the rules right?"

"This isn't tournament," Jason said slyly. "The rules are different."

"We're training for tournament," Trini replied. "That means we train under those rules."

"Well maybe I don't want to train for tournament today."

Trini looked up at him with a curious grin.

Jason grinned back. He felt his face draw closer to hers. Their eyes closed as the gap between their lips got smaller.

Okay… maybe we're a little more than just friends.

"If you two are going to start making out, can you not do it on my good mats?"

The two broke from their near-kiss and turned to see the elderly master of the dojo staring down at them. They quickly sat up.

"Sorry master," said Jason. "It must have been the adrenaline."

"Yes," said Master Kwan. "I'm sure it was the adrenaline that was trying to snake it's hand up my granddaughter's shirt."

Okay, I clearly need to redefine my definition of "friends."

"Relax kids," The master replied with a smile. "If I get to see my great-grandkids before I kick the bucket, that's fine by me."

"Grandpa!" Trini said with a noticeable blush.

"Now you kids get back to training," He said as he turned away. "Tournament is in a month and you both need to be at your peak."

Jason looked at his watch. "No time!" he said somewhat frantically. "We have to get to work!" With that, he and Trini got up and headed out.

"Okay," replied Master Kwan. "Just be back and practicing tonight! The honor of our school depends on it!"

He watched as his star pupils ran out the door and off to their part-time job.

"Those kids," he muttered.

So that's my life. Pretty normal right? Well, that's not gonna be the case for long. Little did any of us know at the time that events were occurring just beyond the atmosphere of our planet that would change not only my life, but a lot of other lives too.

Earth's moon. The soul natural satellite that orbits our planet. It is here that a shuttle has been sent to set up site for the future lunar surface space station project.

Two astronauts walk across the surface of the moon after landing in a landing pod. They placed markers for locations of materials and buildings. Suddenly, they felt the ground shake below them. They turned and saw a cloud of dust from a collision on the surface.

One of them called it in to the shuttle. "Hey George? You see that? Over."

From the shuttle, the pilot replied, "The blast? Yeah I saw it. What's going on down there? Over."

"Was it a meteor? Over." asked the other moonwalker.

"If it was, we got no word from NASA it was coming. I'll call it in. Over."

"Okay," replied the first man. "We'll investigate the crash site. Call us with any info you have. Over."

"Roger that. Over and out."

The two moonwalkers moved over to where the collision had occurred. The dust had begun to settle. They looked into the newly appeared crater. They saw something in the center, which appeared to be a meteor. They slid into the crater to investigate.

When they reached the object, one of them pulled it out, while the other got out a camera and recorded the event. The lifter pulled hard on the object until he dislodged it from its place in the soil of the moon. When he pulled it out, he and his compatriot were shocked to find that it was cylindrical.

The puller wiped off some of the dust from the top. He discovered a crystal embroidered on the top and strange symbols carved into the stone. "This is no meteor." He said.

"Yeah," Replied his partner. "But then what is it?"

"Don't know. Some kind of alien time capsule?"

The excavating astronaut began running his hand over the lid. He inevitably ran his hand over the jewel at the center of the lid. When he did, the crimson jem shown brightly. "What the…?"

He released the canister as the shine of the jewel created shining cracks across the lid of the capsule. For a brief second, the shining stopped. Then, the lid was blown off with explosive force and a column of light shown out of the capsule.

"Run!" Shouted the camera holder to his partner. The two of them jumped out of the crater. The cameraman turned and recorded the light. Several flaming energy flares shot out through the light. Then the light faded. "Holy shit! What do you think that was Jack?… Jack?" He turned to see his partner was okay, but was in a rather shocked stance, pointing at something behind the cameraman. "What is it?" he asked as he turned around again. What he saw is beyond understanding.

Standing before the astronauts was a humanoid creature. He was seven feet tall, covered in what looked like golden armor. A long tail swung behind him. His hands were clawed. His face was dark and bestial, long braids of black hair hanging out from under his helmet. He quickly extended the bird-like black wings on his back, showing an intimidating ten foot wingspan.

The cameraman dropped his camera in total shock, as the creature lifted him up to its face with one hand. The alien looked into the human's helmet, his breath fogging the screen (which was amazing since there is no air on the moon). The creature then pulled his arm back and extended his fingers. The man shouted for mercy as the monster drove his sharp claws through the man's chest, straight through to the other side.

The other astronaut saw this and ran in terror. The creature saw this, but did not give chase. Instead, his extended his arm towards the man, palm out. In his palm appeared a ball of fiery energy. The energy was released and flew at the astronaut until it caught him. The astronaut became consumed in flames and was quickly killed by the heat of the blast.

The creature lowered his arm and sighed. "Child's play," he said in English. "These organisms are hardly even worth exterminating."

"I quite agree Goldar."

The golden creature turned to see another standing at his side. The creature was short, even compared to his companion. He was humanoid, but with a slight hunch, showing his age. His face, also somewhat animal-like, was pale white, with long pointed ears and a pair of glasses perched in front of his eyes. He wore a baggy white shirt and black slacks, with a pair of metal shoulder guards. His large head seemed to physically embody his intelligence.

"These creatures have such primitive technology," The short creature continued. "They have not even developed technology to breathe in space without clunky machines and suits. How pathetic." He looked up and saw the space shuttle. "And just look there, what a primitive piece of junk. These human's really are simplistic, aren't they?"

The creature known as Goldar voiced his agreement by summoning a sword out of nowhere. He charged the steel blade with his energy and slashed towards the shuttle. An energy wave from the sword slashed the space vehicle in two, causing it to explode.

"Thank-you Goldar for disposing of that eyesore," said the small white creature.

"My pleasure Finster," Goldar replied as he retracted his wings.

"Awesome shot!" called another creature. He was seated by the crater. He was a fat, blue faced creature wearing strange combat clothes and a pair of pilot goggles over his head, around the large horn atop his scalp. "No wonder you're the second in command."

"Indeed, a most excellent shot Goldar," replied yet another creature, standing by the first. This creature was purple skinned and lanky, with ribs that protruded from his chest, over which he hung some pocket watches. His head was covered in straight black fur and a monocle over his left eye. He claps his clawed hands at Goldar's success. "Truly superb marksmanship from a swordsman."

"Where is the mistress?" Asked Goldar without humor.

The two monsters looked at each other and shrugged.

"I'm down here!" called a voice from the crater. The source was the canister from which they had appeared. "Could one of you help me? My feet seem to have fallen asleep on the way here."

"Coming m'lady." Said the lanky creature as he jumped into the pit. He reached into the canister and pulled out its remaining occupant.

The last to emerge from the capsule was a young woman, seemingly in her early twenties. She wore a brownish-red dress with a black chest-plate. She ran her hand through her long white hair as she stretched her muscles. "Thank you Babuu," She said. "Sitting in that thing really does terrible things to my mobility."

"I live to serve lady Rita," Babuu replied as he helped her out of the capsule. "Come, shall we have a lovely romantic stroll?"

Rita smacks Babuu over his head. "I said I was tired, not desperate. Don't try hitting on me again if you know what's good for you."

"Yes, m'lady," Babuu replied sullenly as he rubbed his head.

His stocky compatriot chuckled at his rejection.

"Oh, shut up Squat."

Goldar reached to Rita and helped her out of the crater. "Are you well, Mistress?"

"Of course my dear Lieutenant," she replied. She then looked about the barren surface of the moon. "So, is this dump supposed to be Earth?"

"Unfortunately, no," replied Finster. "We seem to have come up a bit short and instead landed on the planet's moon." He pointed to the blue sphere hanging above them. "That, would be Earth."

"Pretty," Rita replied as she looked at the planet. "This should be a synch. And Emperor Zedd will be pleased if we capture this pretty little rock for his collection of systems."

"Indeed," Goldar said in agreement.

"Well, let's set up shop," Rita said casually. "We've got a world to conquer."

"…I'm not sure what it is. We think it's a meteor, but we didn't know about it ahead of time. We were hoping you knew about this and just forgot or… wait, something is happening. I see a light, a bright light coming from the surface. I don't know what's happening. It's gone now. I'm gonna open the link to the guys on the surface. Wait… I see something. It's… Omygod! It's coming straight at me. Nooo!… Ahhhhh!… zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…"

"That's enough."

The recording was stopped.

A man with black hair with a golden streak running through it and in a black suit addressed a group of men in military uniforms. The uniforms were apparently standard for normal soldiers. Emblazoned on the chest of each was a symbol of golden lightning bolt.

"This recording was sent to us, by NASA, not an hour ago," continued the man. "We've also received satellite images of the object crashing into the moon. Ninjor…"

At the control panel was a strange being; a blue robot with a black visor acting as his eyes, gold trimming around his armor, and a sword, holstered and attached to his shoulder. The machine man typed in some commands and brought up a video file of the object appearing out of no-where and crashing into the moon. The video continues to show the space shuttle being destroyed by an energy wave.

The man waved for the video to be stopped. He turned his attention fully to his troops. "Our worst fear has come to pass. The Zeddraxian Empire has come to Earth. This is the event that all of you have trained for. These aliens have technology far more advanced than mere Earth technology. Their sciences rely both on the rules of the physical and the metaphysical world. It is doubtful that alone you will be enough to stop these forces. But you are the best hope we have right now."

"What about the morphers?" Asked one of the soldiers. "Why can't we use them?"

"You know perfectly well why Joseph," replied the man.

"If you mean the prophecy," Joseph continued. "Look Mr. Trifus, I know we're not supposed to question… you-know-who… but seriously. How do we know who they're destined for? What if one of us is the chosen one? How would you know?"

Mr. Trifus looked squarely at the man. "I'd know." He sighs as he walks up to a special briefcase. "The chosen ones will be made known to us in time of greatest need." He opens the case to find a series of five metal devices. At the center of each silver device is a bronze coin. Each coin is emblazoned with an image of an extinct animal; a t-rex, a triceratops, a pteranodon, a saber-toothed tiger, and a mammoth. "When the time comes, they will come. Until then, we have to guard the morphers from the Zeddraxians." He closes the case and picks it up. "We'll be transporting the morphers to our Angel Grove Command Center for safe keeping. We have to be cautious. If the Zeddraxians get wind of the coins and their power, yet can bet they'll be on us like vultures on a carcass. Rely on your training and keep your guns at the ready. Remember, we face forces beyond imagination."

"Roger!" The men replied.

"Get to your vehicles and get ready to move out."

The soldiers left the room. As he passed, the man named Joseph looked enviously at the case containing the morphers. Trifus noticed this as the man passed.

"Some times I worry that that boy will do something foolish one of these days," he said shaking his head.

"If it is the will of the Grid, we have no control of his decisions." Replied Ninjor as he stood by his friend. "I wish you well on your journey Trey. I must return to Japan and oversee the Eastern Defense Division."

"I wish you luck as well Ninjor." Trifus replied. The two shook hands. "May the power protect you."

"And you as well, old friend."

Meanwhile,

Back in Angel Grove, Jason and Trini were working at a local teen hot-spot, Ernie's Juice Bar. The place had been built by the titular Ernie and was his soul livelihood. Jason and Trini had worked at his place for a couple of years and came to see Ernie as more of a friend then a boss. Ernie had a knack for connecting with kids, which is why his bar was so popular.

It was a slow day, so Jason was wiping counters while Trini took stock. They enjoyed their jobs, even if the day was slow.

Ernie walked in, carrying a box of new food. He was a portly man with black hair and sporting a Hawaiian shirt over his jean-shorts. Jason quickly helped him with his load.

"Thanks Jase," Ernie said as he wiped his brow. "I appreciate you guys coming in today, though I don't think we'll have many customers today."

"Why's that Ernie?" asked Trini as she helped Jason with the package.

"You didn't hear?" Ernie said in surprise. "A military convoy is passing through town later. A lot of people are going to go see it."

"Why are they coming through Angel Grove?" Asked Jason.

"I don't know," said Ernie. "What I do know is that the whole situation makes me nervous. That's why I'm working the shop instead of chancing going out there."

"We get it Ernie," replied Trini. "And we'll stick it out here too."

"Right," Said Jason. "Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky and the convoy'll pass by. Then maybe some soldiers will want a drink."

"That would be lucky," replied Ernie with a smile.

"Home sweet home," Rita said happily.

She had just finished rebuilding her fortress on the moon. It consisted of a series of slanted towers and a main tower in the center with a large orb placed on top. Rita stood on the precipice of the observatory at the top of her tower, from which she had a perfect view of Earth.

Looking through her high-powered telescope, Rita could see the people of Earth as clearly as if she was there. "This is the perfect location for me to conquer this little planet. It's far enough away that they can't attack us, yet close enough for us to observe and launch our own attacks."

"Again, your strategic brilliance is staggering M'lady," said Babuu.

"It is isn't it," Rita replied pridefully. "Maybe after this Daddy will finally acknowledge me."

"Well…" Babuu strained, unsure.

"You're right," Rita replied quickly. "That is asking too much of the universe. I'll settle for the Emperor promoting me to full General."

"Of that," said Goldar as he entered from the hallway, "I am certain you will succeed."

Rita blushed at his complement.

"Lady Rita!"

Rita turned to see Squat pointing at her telescope.

"There's a red light flashing. Is it broken?"

Rita looked and found said light on the side of her telescope. "You moron. That's the energy detector, it detects powerful energy signatures." She pushed him forcefully away as she looked into the scope. "This may be the energy that Emperor Zedd was talking about." Licking her lips, she focussed her scope over Angel Grove. As it drew closer to the source, she could see the convoy passing through town. "Jackpot! That energy is off the charts. Collecting this power will secure my General's rank for sure!" She left her telescope and headed into the hall, shouting, "FINSTER!"

In his lab, Finster was busy working on a clay sculpture. He was slowly adding to the fine details of a clay monster.

"FINSTER!"

Finster flinched a bit and placed down his crafting tools as he awaited Rita's arrival. Rita barged into his lab and walked right up too him.

"Finster!" She said. "I want you to make a squad of Golem Soldiers right away. I need them to go down to Earth and retrieve that power for me."

"Naturally M'lady," said Finster graciously. "I shall prepare them at once."

Finster began the process of placing wads of brown clay in little human-shaped molds, then pressing them into the shape of human figures. When he had over a dozen finished, he placed them on a platter and then placed said platter on the conveyor belt which lead to a strange oven. He moved the figures inside the oven, closed the doors and then pulled the switch to start the mechanism.

Rita covered her ears as the loud noise of steam shooting out of the machine filled the room. The machine clanked and whistled as its contents traveled out of the oven and through a gray tube. The end of the tube gave a fiery blast. When the dust settled, a group of humanoid figures emerged from the machine. They were all gray, with stony arms, feet and faces. They all made strange giggly noises.

Rita smiled at her army. "Excellent Finster. These will do nicely. Goldar!"

"Yes, Mistress," Goldar said as he entered the lab.

"Take these clay-heads with you down to Earth and bring me that energy!"

"As you command, Mistress!"

Trey Trifus clutched tightly the case which was in his charge. He road in the van with Joseph and his squad. The van was flanked on all sides by soldiers and two more convoy trucks. He prayed that the alien forces hadn't locked on to the morphers' power yet.

Up above them, Goldar stood atop a tall building. He waited, with wings open, for a chance to strike. Finally, he descended.

Jason and Trini finished stocking, just as the convoy passed by the store. They were amazed at the number of soldiers guarding the three trucks.

"What do you suppose they're carrying?" Asked Jason.

"Unstable nuclear isotopes?" Trini replied.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Their laughter stopped when the third car was destroyed. The blast shattered the glass windows of Ernie's restaurant. Jason covered Trini from the blast. When the blast ended, they stood and saw the flames of the wreck. They ran out to see what had happened.

Outside they saw the flames of the wrecked vehicle, as well as the bodies of several injured or dead soldiers. Trini covered her mouth in shock.

"My God!" she said, aghast.

Suddenly Jason saw something at the front of the line. "Look!" he exclaimed.

Trifus found himself in a one-on-one with Goldar. He used a piece of steel pipe as a weapon against Goldar's sword. Meanwhile, his soldiers fought against the Golems with their laser guns and fisticuffs.

"Don't fool yourself human," said Goldar. "You stand no chance against me."

"I wouldn't wager on that Goldar," Trifus replied, parrying a blow.

Goldar looked at him curiously. "Have we crossed swords before?"

"Perhaps," Trifus replied slyly.

Jason and Trini watched on at the amazing display before them. They watched the man in black parry blows with the golden monster. They watched the soldiers become overwhelmed by the immortal Golems.

"What do we do?" asked Trini frightfully.

"Well, we can't just stand here doing nothing," replied Jason sternly.

Trifus fought valiantly against Goldar, but was knocked down. Goldar tried to run through Trifus, but laser blasts began to ricochet off his armored hide. The soldier, Joseph, ran at the alien warrior and knocked him back. He then picked up the case from a still stunned Trifus.

"Don't!" Trifus called in protest.

Joseph ignored his leader and opened the case. He pulled out the tyrannosaurus morpher and gripped the handle in his hand. Bravely, (or be it foolishly) he thrust the morpher before him and shouted, "TYRANNOSAURUS!"

Red energy shot from the device. It formed into the image of a t-rex, but then violently returned to its container, knocking Joseph nearly a yard away. The morpher landed on the floor in front of Goldar, who picked up the device.

"So, this is the power source," said Goldar. "Mistress will be pleased."

Suddenly, the morpher was kicked out of his hand. Another kick came to his face. He staggered back, only to find his assailants were two plain-clothed teens. He shook his head in disbelief that such puny creatures would dare challenge him.

Jason and Trini, having grown tired of the carnage, stepped in to aid the man in black defend what they figured was the valuable cargo. They tried to kick him again, but he was prepared this time. He grabbed their legs and flipped them over. They used their skills to land on their feet and came at him again.

Trifus watched in amaze as the two teens valiantly defended him and his charged cargo. However, he doubted that two mere teens could defeat a Zeddraxian Lieutenant.

Jason and Trini used their knowledge of each other's fighting style to coordinate their attacks, but it all proved for naught. Goldar knocked back Jason and grabbed Trini by the neck.

Jason landed on his back, hurt but conscious. He watched as the seven-foot tall monster prepared to kill his dearest friend. "Trini!!"

He tried to stand up, then found his hand running against something metallic and cold. By fortune he found he had landed where the morpher was. He picked it up. Not knowing what it was or its purpose, but ready to use it. He didn't notice it glow red as he picked it up.

Trini mumbled and sobbed lightly as the golden beast readied to drive its claws through her heart. She shut her eyes as the claws drew towards her chest.

"Hey, asshole!!"

Goldar stopped and turned to see the teen boy on his feet and rushing towards him, wearing the device on his right fist.

"You want this?!" Jason said as he drew it back in a punch. "Then… TAKE IT!"

Jason thrust the device forward at Goldar's face. The device split open horizontally along a jagged line. It released its power right in Goldar's face, the red energy sending him flying. Luckily, Trini had been unceremoniously dropped before her captor was sent flying. She looked up and saw her friend become consumed in red light. The image of the T-rex appeared again, this time molding around its host.

Electricity flashed as the energy solidified, forming a suit of organic-looking body armor. The suit was predominantly red, with white gloves and boots. Said gloves and boots were marked with four red diamond shapes in a row. His red torso was marked by three white diamonds, two on the side, reaching to the back, and one in the center of the chest. Between the plates of armor were muscular groves. On the abdomen was the morpher, acting as a buckle. His helmet was designed to resemble the face of a Tyrannosaur, with an opaque visor placed in the open mouth; the protruding teeth framing the black lens.

"Oh, my…" said Trini as she looked at her friend.

Mr. Trifus was equally aghast. "Tyranno…Ranger."

AN: Well, there you have it. I've had this idea in the back of my skull for ages, and I am only now starting it. Hope you guys like it.

Next Chapter: Tyrannozord! RISE UP!! Second Ranger appears!