Rangers: Now Recruiting

[morphmasters]

Whatever you was doing? Wherever you were? It's now irrelevant. You see a sudden flash of light, a sensation like you're suddenly made of nothingness, and a rush of electric energy where you think your body must be. There's just enough time and consciousness for you to think that this is frightening, or strange, or perhaps cool, but in a second your body is whole again and you're sprawled on the cold hard ground in the darkness.

The space you find yourself in is dark, save for the twinkling white lights like stars that adorn the walls. As others warp in just like you have, streaks of colored teleportation energy fading around the outlines of their bodies, a ring of light illuminates the central controls. A number of control panels surrounds a central platform, the tops of the panels standing about at waist-height for an adult human. Each panel's outline is lit by a colored streak of light.

A single shape stands on the central platform, hustling and bustling to each successive platform. It's not human---the head is shaped like two cymbals crushed together, the limbs move a little too stiffly, and brightly lit buttons line its torso. It suddenly turns to spot your character, its red visor fixed on you as surely as a human's eyes would be. The little robot throws up its hands, waving you over after a moment.

"Ai yai yai. Ah...what should I say? Oh, that's right. Welcome, humans! And...others. You have been chosen to become Power Rangers."

Congratulations, you're about to find out just what that means.

[ooc: Your character has been given a morpher and a promise that they'll know what to do when they morph. Feel free to talk amongst the other recruits, badger Alpha, accept or refuse the offer at your leisure. No matter what, though, the call of battle will soon reach you, and your character will be teleported out into the wider world (and the call of battle). Don't worry, you'll be back in the Hexagon soon enough.]

Evil Triumphant?

[morphmasters]

The year? 2029 CE (or AD, for you sticklers to tradition).

The setting? Planet Earth's moon: more specifically, the large and glitzy palace that first appeared in the late 20th century. It was demolished years ago, and until the last decade it was little more than ruins invisible to all but the strongest of telescopes. Now it stands again as a symbol of the glorious victories of evil.

Gathered in the highest room at the top of the tallest tower, Earth's enemies consider the next step. One in particular, a very welcome villain returned from his twist in time, has his staff held aloft as he takes aim. It takes serious concentration to throw a staff all the way through the space between the moon and the earth and hit a specific place, you see. Even more when you consider that the moon and the earth are in different places in relation to each other every day.

It has now been two months since the defeat of Earth's remaining Power Rangers. In the intervening time, the villains have enjoyed champagne, parties, and squabbles over the remaining fun sectors of the palace. The loyal grunts have spent their time cracking the last few defenses the Rangers left behind, underpaid and unrewarded for their hard work, but the job is complete. Today, at last, the villains can begin their greatest assault.

"We're through with waiting! The Power Rangers have been destroyed! Earth is ours, this is our moment!" The voice vibrates through the throne room, its dark growl striking a chord of terror in absolutely no one.

"To evil!" sounds a chorus of voices. The sound of many drinking glasses clinking together soon follows.

"No, you incompetent buffons, that was not an invitation to toast! We've done quite enough of that. May we please save the celebration until AFTER we ensure our victory?" The emperor of evil, quite frustrated with his subjects, swings his staff against the wall. The force from his unusual exoskeleton's strength causes the pillar to vibrate and some choice items to fall from the shelves. One knocks a lever, opening the door to all of time and space. What can come from the portal?

You, the newest terrors to the city, make your grand entrance to the hall of villains. The skinless emperor from before stands menacingly at his throne as you're greeted by the face of a witch, his dear wife. Or perhaps, more accurately, you're greeted by the large cones mounted to her front as she attempts to tower over the recruits, shaking with fury. "These can't be the best we can get!"

[ooc: And this post is for the villains' side! Question your emperor and empress, fight them, go with them. It's all up to you. Whatever you choose, you'll know that there's a defenseless city just waiting to be conquered.]