Fate is a funny thing, ain’t it? In this world, there are five paladins on this world, ever so carefully watched over by a extrordanary extradimentional being known as Zordon of Eltare. Watching them grow up, he will make his decision soon. The five are.... Hikaru Shidou, of Azabu. Tenchi Masaki of Nippon. Ranma Saotome of Nerima. Atsuko “Nuku Nuku” Natsume of Nerima. And Mamoru Chiba of Juuban. These five are Zordon’s chosen. They just don’t know it yet. Each with extrordanary powers, each one lead fantastic lives, met with great hardships and challenges, and has loved in some form or another. Now, let us sit back and watch, as these five become the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers of legend. <><><> Mighty Morphin Power Rangers Fist of Destiny written by Shaun Garin The Author would like to thank Ellen Brand for her support. Without her fantastic writings, he would have never have thought of this MMPR tribute to Anime. Or is it the other way around? <><><> Episode 1 : Along came a Dinosaur... <><><> Shinjuku Youth Center and Juice Bar. Looking up from the counter he we currently polishing, Ernie Jackson, a portly man of 30, smiled and said, “Welcome.” The entrancee was a tallish pigtailed teen dressed in a red chinese silk shirt and baggy trousers. He had an expression of tiredness as he slumped in a chair up on the raised seating area. Moving into action, Ernie took a blender and let it run for a second before pouring the liquid into a blue glossy cup. He then moved out from behind the bar and put it in front of the teen. The teen didn’t look up as he said, “I don’t have money.” “Then take it. It’s on the house.” The teen reached for the cup and took a long sip. A stirring of light within his blue eyes brought a smile to Ernie’s face. “My own blend. Mandarin Mango.” “It’s good.” Just then, the door opened again and in came a black haired college student who immediately went to a punching bag, unloading frustrations onto it. Ranma looked up, interested. Brute strength, but form. Slight Kendo influences with basic karate, third Dan. Ranma took a sip of his smoothie and watched as more people filled up the room. One was of interest. He was slender, with a round face which spoke volumes of tiredness. He wore his hair short with a thin ponytail that hung from the nape of his neck. To his left, a pink haired girl giggled as she munched happily on fishsticks, while conversing with a red haired girl that made Ranma choak on his smoothie. She was short, and just entering mid puberty as her figure pertained. Dressed in a red uniform, she had a long flaming red pigtail that was held in check by a red bow. Crimson eyes showed under rather long lashes. Training was evident in her walk, the grace showing with long practiced ease. To his surprise, her walk was almost...regal in some way. Graceful, smooth, gliding. Ranma felt a freaky shiver run up his spine as he forced down the liquid in his mouth down. She looked almost exactly like his female form. Wow. Just then, the black haired, black dressed man finished pounding on the innocent bag and walked over, ordering a smoothie from Ernie. Looking around after recieving the smoothie, he looked at Ranma and said, “This seat taken?” indicating the empty four other chairs at his side. “Go ahead.” As the man settled down, Ranma said, “Watched you practice on the mats and the bag. You’re good.” “Really? I didn’t think I was that great,” he answered. “Mamoru Chiba.” “Ranma. Ranma Saotome.” The pair exchanged handshakes and then fell back in their chairs, sipping smoothie. After a short pause, Ranma asked, “Third Dan, karate?” Mamoru nodded. “Yup. You can tell?” Ranma grinned. “I’ve been training in the martial arts since I could walk. Master in seventeen different styles.” At Mamoru’s skeptical expression, he added, “My dad taught me. Not much of a father, the old panda, but he’s good.” “Wow.” Mamoru looked around before saying, “Do you believe in the spiritual parts of Martial Arts?” “Ya mean Chi Blasts?” Ranma asked, turning up his glowing hand. At Mamoru’s slightly shocked expression, he chuckled and said, “You’re probably used ‘ta sumthin like this. Ya know, wierd like.” Mamoru nodded. “I live in Juuban.” Ranma settled back, dispersing the energy. Just then, two other voices cut into the men’s thoughts. “Can we sit here?” It was the pink haired girl and the red head. The pair slid over to allow access to the chairs, letting them sit down. The red head stuck out her hand. “Hikaru Shidou. This is Nuku Nuku?” Mamoru blinked. “Nuku Nuku?” “A nickname,” Ranma surmised for a second. “Is this seat taken? Some guy pushed me out of mine,” broke in a voice belonging to the slender guy in the casual shirt and pants. The five moved over to allow him in. “Thanks. Name’s Tenchi Masaki.” “Ranma Saotome.” “Mamoru Chiba.” “Nuku Nuku.” “Hikaru Shidou.” The five sat there for a second. That was when the rumbling started. <><><> “Ayiyiyiyiyi! Zordon, what is happening?” Cried the little gold and red robot. “It is just as I feared Alpha, Rita Repulsa has broken free of her Dumpster, and is preparing to attack earth.” The ancient sage looked down on his companion and said, “Summon five young teens of pure heart, as I have instructed at their births.” “But Zordon!” Alpha 5 protested, “We’ll break the Indirect!” “We do not have time Alpha,” Zordon said firmly. “Rita Repulsa is quickly regaining power. Please hurry.” “Ayiyiyi! I’ll hurry Zordon!” <><><> “Earthquake!” Ernie bellowed. “Everybody out now!” The five jumped to their feet, plaster and scaffolding breaking apart around them. Ranma quickly assessed the problem and said, “lets get outta here!” Suddenly, the five were engulphed with energy and then, the senation of acceleration shaking the five before landing in a dark room. As Tenchi’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he scanned the room and said, “Were in some kind of lab!” “But who’s responcible for bringing us here?” Mamoru asked. He reached for his magic rose that would transform him into Tuxedo Kamen. Likewise, Tenchi slipped a hand into his bag, his fingers encircling the Tenchi-ken. Ranma stopped before a control panel and tapped a button cautiously. Suddenly, a figure barreled out shouting, “Ayiyiyi! Don’t touch those controls! Whoa!” The figure toppled over, landing with a crash on the floor. Nuku Nuku reached down and helped it up, looking at it. “A fully functional android,” she said. “Like me.” Just then, the plasma tube flicked to life as the face of Zordon appeared within the confines. “Greetings!” He boomed. “Whoa, who’re you?” Tenchi asked. “I am Zordon of Eltare. I greet you all upon the behalf of the Council. Your world is in danger, my children.” “Danger from what?” Hikaru asked. “10,000 years ago, after the Grid Wars, I sealed a sorceress called Rita Repulsa into an intergalactic dumpster and sent it into deep space. The dumpster crashlanded on the moon. Now, two of your astronauts have unleashed her and her minions. You must defeat her attempts to destroy the earth.” “An evil sorceress?” Mamoru wondered. “Eltare?” Tenchi muttered. “Gotta ask Jiichan about this.” “I know of each of your pasts and have chosen you because of them. Hikaru, you have battled in the world of Cephiro and have restored balance to it. Tenchi, your exploits have saved this world from Kagato, and Kain. Mamoru, you have protected the future queen of this solar system to no small sacrifice of yours. Nuku, you have battled hard to save your mother from destruction. And Ranma, your exploits and dedication to the ones you have sworn to protect makes you the perfect leader of this group.” “Group? What sort of group?” Zordon smiled down on them. “A group that will become synamous with the protection of this earth. You, will become the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.” With a crackle, five belts appeared on their waists and their hands fell immediately to them. Zordon then launched into an explination of their powers. “Nuku Nuku, you will be the Pink Ranger, and control the swift Pterodactyl Dino Zord. Tenchi, your experience in alien technology will aid you well as you will become the Blue Ranger, and pilot the Triceritops Dino Zord. Hikaru, you will be the Yellow Ranger, and command the Saber-toothed Tiger Dino Zord. Mamoru, you will become the Black Ranger, and pilot the Mastadon Dino Zord. And Ranma, with power untold, you will be the Red Ranger, with the command of the Tyranosarus Dino Zord.” Ranma’s hand fell to the buckle and pulled it off. Imbedded within the buckle was a coin, bearing the image of the Tyranosarus Rex. “Cool.” “To call on the power, raise your morphers and call out the name of your dinosaur. The power will then tell you what to do.” Alpha then pulled out five gold bands with a solid ring around the top of it. “These are your communicators. We can contact you when Rita Repulsa attacks.” Suddenly, without warning, the sirens blared as Alpha trundled to the computers and read the print out. “Ayiyiyi! Rangers, Rita has launched her first attack in Juuban! The Sailor Senshi are engaging them!” Mamoru felt the same feeling of dread he has when Usagi was in danger. “We’d better go.” “Can we really help them?” Tenchi asked. “We’d better,” Hikaru said with determination. “Lets do it!” “It’s Morphin Time!” <><><> Usually, youma attacks went well. This one didn’t. These ones were made of clay, hard clay, that is, and didn’t stay down. And backed up by a flying golden monkey was not normal, even for the Sailor Senshi. And none of them were female. Which was a change. Jupiter blocked a strike and tried to suplex the monster attacking her, only to reel from a strike to the back. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed the monster, throwing it to the ground. Mars had taken a bad blow to the middle and was currently being tended by the elusive and reclusive Pluto who watched the scene with anger. The monkey bared its teeth as he barreled down on Sailor Moon. “Prepare to die moon brat!” he shouted. “Queen Rita owns this planet!” Suddenly, a burst of red energy knocked Goldar to his feet. The senshi all looked up, expecting Tuxedo Kamen. Who they saw gave them all heart attacks, in one way or another. The five were dressed in some sort of spandex like uniforms. Large white diamonds covered their fronts in a set of three. White gloves with a monocromic color were worn with boots in the same diamond pattern. Each wore a stylized helmet in the vague shape of a dinosaur with mirrored visors. They stood atop a building, arms at their sides, fists clenched. A sequence of pink, yellow, blue, black and red. “Hey! Flying monkey breath! Up here!” The Red one taunted. Goldar looked up and growled. “Rangers! I knew Zordon would be here! Too bad your legacy is just about to end!” “Don’t count on it gorrilla,” Black snapped, cracking his knuckles. “Lets go guys!” With five shouts, they flipped down from the building and landed, rushing into the group of Putties. Then, with Bladeblasters drawn, they rushed into the battle. The Red Ranger, the most experienced martial artist, ripped through his opponents like a flaming juggernaut. His arms and legs tore through the putties like tissue paper. Pink, the least trained, had changed her Bladeblaster into Blaster Mode and kept her finger on the trigger. Blue, Yellow and Black, kept in a formation that protected each others back, firing into the ranks of putty patrollers, causing more havok and chaos than anyone could do. Soon, all were destroyed and Goldar snarled. “I’ll be back Rangers! Count on it!” In a rush of gold fire, he dissapeared. The five Rangers stood, watching the place where he dissapeared before Sailor Moon stood up. “Thank you.” Black turned to her and asked, “Are you okay Miss Moon?” She nodded. “We’re fine.” Mercury then spoke while consulting her computer. “Just who are you five anyhow? Sentai Kyruganger?” Even behind his helmet, the senshi could see Red’s grin. “We’re the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.” Then, the five touched their belts and dissapeared into streams of colored light. Some distance away, well away from Mercury’s Computer (And well hidden), the five appeared and powered down. Ranma let out a long held breath and said, “Hey Mamoru, you’d better get over there. You’re late.” Mamoru slapped a hand to his face. “Damn, I forgot.” Withdrawing his magical rose, he quickly transformed and took to the rooftops. <><><> “RANGERS?!” Rita screeched at the top of her lungs. “THERE ARE POWER RANGERS ON EARTH?!” “Yes my Queen,” Goldar said, bowing. “They were exceptionally strong for such a relatively new group. I suspect that these Rangers are from earth.” Rita whirled on the gold monkey and demanded, “I want you to find out who these Rangers are! The last group trapped me in that godforsaken Dumpster for 10,000 years! I won’t be beaten again!” “As you command, my Queen.” <><><> Ranma pulled out the red t-shirt from the bag and hung it within his closet. Soon, his closet, once dominated by multicolored Chinese clothing, was filled with Red in several types of clothing. Red sweatshirts, red t-shirts and red flannel. And yes, there were some of his signiture red Chinese shirts. Stepping back, he thought for a second before muttering to himself, “Too bad that they don’t sell jeans in red.” He himself was wearing a red t-shirt with a red flannel overshirt, and blue jeans. Just then, a knock at the door and a voice that said, “Open up Saotome,” was heard. He crossed the room and opened it to reveal Nabiki who stepped in and said, “Where’d you get the money for all this new clothing?” Ranma shrugged a bit. “I’ve been saving.” She then eyed his clothing and said, “Red? I didn’t think you for a colormaniac.” A half smirk came on Ranma’s face. “I like Red actually.” She shrugged before saying, “500 yen.” Ranma tossed her the coin before she delivered a letter in plain script. “Challenge letter from Ryoga. He’ll be here tommorow.” “Thanks.” As she closed the door, Ranma’s communicator, built by Alpha 5 beeped. He looked around and then swung out his window, up onto the roof. “Ranma here.” “Ranma, come back to the Command Center. Rita has unleashed Goldar upon downtown Tokyo.” “Right.” He pressed his communicator and dissapeared in red light. Reappearing in the Command Center, he watched as the others appeared within the room. To his amusement, the others were wearing their signiture colors as well. Mamoru was cloaked in black, black jeans, black shirt with a green jacket. Tenchi had on a blue t-shirt with blue sweats. Nuku, for some reason, perhaps the fact she had an organic mind, was decked out in a pink sundress. And Hikaru wore a yellow sweater with a skirt. Zordon noticed this as well and hid a small smile before saying, “Rangers, Rita has sent down Goldar once again. Behold the viewing globe.” The globe flickered to life to reveal the oversized monkey tearing up Shinjuku. “Looks like someone’s been having a bad day,” Hikaru muttered. “You must stop him before he destroys the city.” “Right. It’s Morphin Time!” “Mastadon!” “Pterodactyl!” “Triceritops!” “Saber-toothed Tiger!” “Tyranosaurs!” <><><> “Ah, Rangers, you’re finally back.” Goldar grasped the handle of his one handed sword and said, “Let me be the first to bid you goodbye!” From high above on the moon, nestled in the Sea of Serenity, the evil Empress grasped with both hands the staff and shouted, “Magic Wand, Make my Goldar GROW!” Then, she threw the staff down where it blazed through the atmosphere before striking the surface of the earth. Unleashing powers, Goldar grew upwards and upwards before he reached a size of Tokyo Tower. Tenchi gaped under his helmet before saying, “How the hell are we supposed to fight him now?” “With Dinozord Power,” Ranma replied. “WE NEED DINOZORD POWER NOW!” From outside the city, the vast Mendo estates cracked open as a red colored mechanical T-rex rose from the earth, roaring. From beneath the snow capped mountians, a Mastadon in black rose and trumpeted before racing towards the city. The peace of the Japanese countryside was shattered as a blue colored Triceritops roared out on treds. Ryuganzawa’s forests echoed with a feral scream as a yellow tiger leapt out from the forest and charged towards the city. And finally, Mt. Fuji exploded with flames as a pink Pterodactyl rose from its depths, and raced towards the city. With five tremendous leaps, they landed atop their zords and jumped smoothly into their cockpits. “Alright everyone, sound off,” Ranma said. “Red Ranger, ready.” “Blue Ranger, ready to go.” “Black Ranger, lets go.” “Yellow Ranger here, this is so COOL!” “Pink Ranger, nice stereo.” “Activate Zord battle controls.” Ranma slapped both hands on the handplates and red energy flowed into the coin imbedded in the controls. “Activate Power Crystals.” Ranma pulled his coin from the belt and turned it into a red triangular crystal. And then he locked it into the controls. “Two, one, Power Up!” The others said, locking their own crystals within their controls. “Lets bring em together!” The two zords, the Saber-toothed tiger and the Triceritops lowed down onto treads, their tails swinging up, revealing a lock. The Mastadon split open to reveal a space for the Tyranosaur who slammed together with a hiss. A crackle of energy emitted from the two connections as the Triceritops and Saber-toothed Tiger slammed together. Then, the guns moved into place, the Pterodactyl connecting on the back. The cockpit was then filled with light as the five transported into the head. There, the lights lit up and they lurched forwards for a second. Goldar snarled and lashed out with his eye beams, catching the tank dead in the front plates. The zord rocking violently, the five struggled to remain upright. Nuku turned to her console and pressed the buttons that lined the cockpit. “Weapons locked on.” “Charged and ready,” Tenchi seconded. “FIRE!” With bursts of irridecent light, the weapons spoke, sending Goldar tumbling head over heels. “Let’s take this up a notch,” Mamoru said. “Right! Activate Megazord Battle Mode!” A synthesized voice announced, “Megazord sequence has been iniciated.” The forward weapons retracted and spun about, revealing large armored hands. Then, it started to rise, up, up and up until it rose to a gargantuan mass of three hundred feet or more. The pink Pterodactyl soared around, it’s wings folding to become a chest plate. With a hiss, the tyranosaur head folded inwards to reveal a human like face as the chest plate locked in. Two large horns locked into place as it energized with lightning. Two goliaths circled each other, Goldar spinning his sword in his hand lazily. “Come and get some Rangers,” he sneered, brandishing his golden sword. “Alright Goldar, you want some? Come and get it!” The Megazord dropped into a ready stance, and waited for its opponent. With a snarl, the monkey charged forwards, and swung its sword. Ranma pushed the controls forwards to grasp the sword in its black hands, stopping the sword in its tracks. Capitalizing on Goldar’s shock, he put the Megazord into a leaping spin kick, pushing up on the sword and catching the gold monkey in the face. Goldar stumbled backwards, only to be met with a hail of punches and kicks that knocked him back further into the plains that outlaid the Juuban district. As he was pushed backwards, he stabbed his sword into the ground and suddenly, without warning, leapt and spun several times in an insanely fast move. The multiple kicks sent the Megazord back and it fell to the ground with a tremendous crash. “We’re running hot in the engine room!” Tenchi shouted. “Zord power is dropping to critical!” “Switch to auxulillary power,” Ranma ordered. “Hikaru, try to rerout the power through the secondary bypass system.” “On it.” The pink clad sentai turned to her controls as Goldar stopped forwards, his footsteps reverberating in their ears. “Ranma,” Mamoru said in warning. “I see him. How much longer?” Suddenly, the power systems kicked in and Nuku grinned. “Ready to rock!” Ranma looked skyward and shouted, “Power Sword!” With a flare of light, the immence silver sword dropped from the skies, and slashed Goldar across the chestplate. He was sent tumbling backwards as Ranma wrestled the zord into an upright position. Then, he used an arm and pulled the weapon from the ground. Goldar snarled as his chestplate smoked. “I’ll be back Rangers!” He vanished in gold fire. <><><> As the five teleported into the small black walled room, each of them removed their helmets as the Morphin Master congratulated them. “Well done Rangers,” he said proudly. “Rita will now find the earth to be a difficult target. But several rules will have to be followed. One, never use your powers for personal gain. Two, never elevate the level of battle unless forced to. And three, keep your identities a secret. Are you five willing to do this?” Ranma stepped forward. “I’m in.” “Me too,” Mamoru said. Tenchi and Hikaru moved forwards also. “We’re in.” Nuku Nuku paused before saying, “Can you do something about keeping my hair out of my face?” Zordon smiled before saying, “The world is very lucky to have you, and so am I.” Ranma stuck out his hand, and the others piled theirs atop his. Then, they leapt into the air with a cry of “Power Rangers!” End...or is it?