Morphosis

Finally, by hook or by crook, King Zod falls. The Rangers are given approximately five seconds after the battle to recuperate before they are teleported back to the Hexagon immediately. Alpha approaches them, buzzing with excitement.

"You did it, you really did it! Congratulations, Rangers, on your first success in battle! But before you go, I have a few more things to explain to you."

If they're willing to stay and listen, they will hear the rules: "There are three rules every Ranger must follow. You must never use your new power for personal gain, you must always keep your identity a secret, and you must never escalate a battle beyond what is necessary. The second rule is the most important at this point---the Rangers before you were easily killed when the enemy discovered their identities. If possible, don't morph where anyone can see you."

Alpha continued on. "This is a desperate situation, so feel free to use as much force as you feel is necessary. But always be mindful of the people around you. Don't destroy buildings unnecessarily."

When all of that was explained, he shook each of their hands. "Each of you will receive free room and board here for the time being. The city of Angel Grove is yours to explore, though you should keep a low profile. Just go to the port room when you want to teleport out, and tap your communicator when you want to come back. You will each receive a message on your communication devices when you are needed to fight."

When he checks to ensure that everyone has some form of communication device, he dismisses them to explore the greater Hexagon: training facilities, a mess hall, the library of records, the memorial hall...it's all fairly empty, giving it an eerie atmosphere. The port to Angel Grove is now active as well.

[Feel free to tag around the Hexagon, organize group activities, or make your own logs around town!]

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.]