Conquest of Evil

Evil is more than a concept. It is a living entity desiring nothing less than the domination of all existence. Throughout time and space, since the very creation of the first universe, Evil has been there, lurking in background and waiting for a moment of weakness when it could strike. Even when its forces were decimated Evil remained, seeking a way to snatch victory from defeat.

From the distant past to the far future, my fanfiction is an exploration of this universe where the unwritten future of another universe is as important as the unrecorded past of the mainstream reality. For the villains a single goal: the conquest of the planet Earth and with it, the key to ultimate power. For the Rangers a responsibility that stretches beyond the boundaries of time and space: to protect their world and vanquish evil wherever it appears.

My fanfiction has always circled around Conquest of Evil or COE as I often call it. COE is a Multiversal series covering a larger area than the original show. A series where cross-dimensional, cross-time and parallel universes are possible if rarely seen; a reality where a throwaway monster can return as a near god and bring existence to its knees.

Some people claim that every story should have a happy ending. With COE the question should be is evil being conquered or doing the conquering? It's a cross between the Marvel and DC multiverse with hints of the Saban universe thrown in for good measure. It's a place where you can walk on the Moon without a space suit. It's a place the characters I write call home.

Age Of Legend
How did it all start? Where did the war between good and evil begin? How did an existence at the point of oblivion pass into the creation of a new reality, a reborn creator and the start of a new war? Just how was the universe formed, what role did the Power play and what of those that tried to tame it?
The Age of Legend is the period during which all those questions are answered as existence emerged from the darkness and begins anew. These stories cover the period from before the Dawn of Time all the way up until the end of Rita Repulsa's war with Zordon.

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Victory in the face of Death

Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers, they belong to their respective copyright owners and are used here without permission. No money is being made from this fic.

Victory in the face of Death

The Moon
Ten Thousand Years Ago

They had fought hard and emerged victorious. The planet Earth had been protected from those seeking to conquer it and following the defeat of the enemy’s leader, the surface of the Moon had been reclaimed and the ancient palace that stood half buried upon its surface had been secured. Zordon and what remained of his Order of the Meladon had somehow managed to overcome the army of the evil Rita Repulsa. Even now the remnants of her once vast forces were being rounded up, her monsters falling before the might of Zordon's soldiers as they took the fight to the other worlds in the solar system and then beyond, freeing territory that had been in enemy hands for far too long. Although many of the worlds were beyond their ability to save, they would at least be free from evil.

Against Zordon’s advice the political leaders had chosen to parade the defeated Rita Repulsa in front of the galactic broadcasts and had ordered Zordon and his followers to act as guards for the ceremony as she was shipped off for trial. Despite his warnings of how dangerous and underhanded Rita could be, those that had seen the opportunities a victory offered them to undermine the enemy and strengthen morale on worlds that had been barely able to hold out against Rita’s army. But Rita was not as powerless as she appeared and while her wand had been snatched away, she was still a witch. There were curses that she could bring against an opponent that did not require her wand to channel the dark energy, so long as she was willing to risk her life while invoking such magic. In their haste to celebrate a victory, the politicians had forgotten the lineage of Rita’s mother and the opportunities such and inheritance offered her.

"Curse you Zordon!" Rita snarled, summoning all of the magic her exhausted body could muster, fuelling it with the hatred she felt for the man that had dared to defy her so many times. "In the name of Lokar, I smite thee!" A single ball of black energy shot from her fingertips and connected with the Sage of Eltar, breaking through the shields he had conjured the moment she had shaken herself loose from her guards. The ball exploded upon contact, lifting him high into the air and throwing him across the lunar surface where he landed in a heap.

The response was immediate and brutal. While Zordon's close allies raced out to find their fallen comrade in the hope that it was not too late, Zordon's warriors did not hold back in making certain that Rita and her forces were prevented from making any further surprise attacks. They did not stop beating upon the defeated servants or their mistress until they were certain that there was no further threat. By that time only the mighty Goldar retained some sense of where he was. A firm stomp to the head meant that he joined his comrades in blissful unconsciousness.

Meanwhile the race was on to save the life of Zordon. The magic Rita had cast was both simple and devastating, ripping through the noble leader’s body and causing internal damage as it scrambled everything it touched. The damage it caused was beyond the medical knowledge of those that tried to assist him and they knew there would not be time to call in more experienced assistance. Thousands of years earlier, during his youth, Zordon had been exposed to a deadly poison that despite the best attempts of Eltarian medics, had never truly left his system. And with his body compromised by Rita’s curse, his body was no longer able to fight the effects of the poison as it ravaged his crippled form.

The spell Rita had used could have been reversed, undoing the damage and restoring Zordon’s health to the level it had been before she had used it. But since doing so required the caster agreed to lift its effect any hope of saving him quickly vanished. Already Zordon's body had started to decay, his legs failing to support him when he tried to stand. His personal experience with using the Power to keep the poison at bay allowed him to slow the effects of Rita's curse, but his other injuries meant that he was slowly succumbing to the dark powers.

"Maybe if we merge our abilities…" someone suggested. Grid energy had the ability to heal considerable wounds provided there was sufficient focus, but to do so without an understanding of how they would heal him made their task more difficult.

Zordon groaned as he tried to speak and found that even the act of opening his mouth caused unbelievable pain. With considerable effort he was able to overcome the pain long enough to tell them what he needed to say. They didn’t understand that pouring their powers into his broken body would not work; the pathways needed for such an attempt to bolster his body had been devastated to the point where they could no longer support such an inrush of energy.

"It is too late, my friends," he stated, doing everything in his power to sound calm. He drew upon what remained of his connection to the Morphin Grid – for the same spell that had damaged his body had damaged his connection to the Grid – to keep the pain at bay. Although confident on the outside, inside he was terrified of what was to come. "I have foreseen this moment many times since the war with Rita and her forces began. This moment was unavoidable; there was no acceptable way to prevent Rita from casting her spell at me. I would never sacrifice another just to survive."

He saw the look of grief that passed over their faces, the disbelief that he had accepted his fate so readily. He chuckled softly.

"You disappoint me," he joked. "When have you known me to give up?" Now he had their attention. "Nothing could prevent this moment from happening and I will succumb to the either the curse or the poison I received  many years ago, and Rita will be credited with my demise. But my death will not be as immediate as our enemies might have hoped. I ask you now to please help me, so I may frustrate the forces of darkness one more time."

And of course they helped. All of them. Whether before the battle they had agreed with Zordon and his methods or not, he was their leader and their hero. They would do anything to honour the sacrifice he had shown, even if it meant giving up the precious time they had to try and save him for some whim of fancy.

"Lexian, contact Alpha Five and tell him to activate the modified capsule he has been working on. He will know what needs to be done. Please assist him in his task, it will not be easy for him to do this."

They agreed and having located Alpha Five, they teleported along with their fallen leader. They were surprised when instead of sadness or distress at his master's condition, Alpha had started to pull the body onto a waiting medical bed. And then even as the team's healer objected to what he was doing, the little machine began to connect his master to a heavily modified Eltarian healing capsule…

"This won't save him," the healer objected.

Indeed there was very little machinery present that could stop the poison or to heal the damage from the curse. The machine was a modified medical pod but lacking even the most basic monitoring tools. Once inside it would make no effort to reverse Zordon’s condition, just relieve his pain and prevent further breakdown. If anything it resembled a giant coffin.

"Ai-yi-yi, here goes!" Alpha cried after adjusting a few more controls. "Activating Plasma Screen!"

Eltarians had established lookout posts on countless worlds during the war with Rita. From those observation posts it was possible for them to keep watch and take command of the planet’s defenders in the event of an attack. But acting as monitor for a world was lonely and few Eltarians were willing to sacrifice years of their lives watching over worlds that might never be invaded. And so a way had been developed to allow Eltarians to maintain a watchful eye over a planet from inside their observation posts without being physically present. Unlike previous attempts that used simple cameras, Eltarian technology transferred the very essences of the appointed guardian into the observation post allowing him to physically interact with its machinery. And now Zordon and Alpha planned to use a modified version of that technology to save his life.

With a loud crackle the plasma tube connected to the healing capsule activated, allowing those present the view of Zordon’s head. Alpha scurried about checking the readings.

"Activating teleport now!"

In a column of white light the healing capsule disappeared, leaving only the plasma tube behind.

"Teleportation complete, stasis achieved," he reported.

And with those words Zordon's friends started to understand what Alpha had done. There was no way to heal their friend from his injuries, at least not without Rita's cooperation. But Zordon and Alpha had managed to alter a healing pod and plasma tube to work over a long distance and had then used a modified long range teleportation device to act as both the departure and arrival location in a continuous loop. While teleporting the effects of Rita’s spell were suspended as there was no body to decay. Unfortunately the moment he returned to the physical world the curse would continue. Alpha had saved his life but those present realised that their old friend was gone unless they could find a cure. Still Zordon and Alpha had brought them time and with that time came hope…

"Beginning scan," Alpha declared as he adjusted the controls. "Locating Zordon's energy signature within the Morphin Grid. Ai-yi-yi, found it! Computer lock onto these coordinates and…"

With a final tweak of the controls, Alpha connected with the energy pattern he had been seeking, redirecting it into the citadel's systems. The plasma tube sparked to life once more, flickering with energy until eventually a face appeared.

"Excellent work Alpha," Zordon commended.

"Ai-yi-yi-yi-yi, it worked!" Alpha cheered.

"Indeed," Zordon replied before turning to his shocked friends. "Thank you for you assistance. Alpha and I had been planning for this moment but without your help in getting me here there was little chance that the plan would work."

"But your body…" Lexian protested.

"Has been turned into energy for the purposes of teleportation," Zordon told him. "Alpha has successfully isolated that energy from this citadel’s controls meaning there is no way it can be interfered with. I do not believe there is a way to reverse Rita’s spell and eventually my body will succumb to its effects, but in this state I will not be affected. From here I will be able to aid you in the coming battles, although I will never likely never be able to walk amongst you again. Alpha will act as my physical connection with the Command Center."

In his current state Zordon was sadly just a projection of his former self lacking the ability to interact with his surroundings. Fortunately Alpha was a capable companion and a loyal servant.

Zordon looked among his faithful companions, remembering the times they had fought at his side and protected his back, just as he had shielded them.

"Lexian my friend. I am no longer capable of leading the Order of the Meladon in battle. I ask that you take command of our alliance, for there is still much to be done. And I ask that the rest of you support him in the work ahead, just as you have supported me."

The defeat of Rita Repulsa and her forces was just one victory, but there were hundreds of battle being lost even as they spoke. The forces of Lord Zedd and Master Vile gained more and more territory each day and there was little Zordon's forces could do to turn the tide. Perhaps when word of his survival reached the masses it would inspire them to fight on. Sadly despite his desperate desire to learn more about his current state, Zordon realised there was much left to do.

End of part

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The Eternal Empire

Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers, they belong to their respective copyright owners and are used here without permission. No money is being made from this fic. In addition some of the history in this universe is adapted and mangled from the Star Wars universe and belongs to the respective copyright owners.

The Eternal Empire

Emperor Kata had fallen thanks to the actions of Rio, Rio had died from the injuries inflicted upon him by the angered Kata; had he waited until his master was dead before gloating, he would have ascended to the throne. The army formed by the combined might of the Dark Wielder and Xylon forces had been routed. In the four decades that followed the structure of the Empire had been torn down until finally peace had been restored. But the evil could not be erased totally, the scars left behind took much longer to heal as the remnants of the Empire struggled to find a way to regain control.

Few realised when peace was ultimately declared that the Emperor had prepared for his death. A large fleet had been positioned well beyond the boundaries of the galaxy – for Kata had dispatched it before he had completed his planned uprising – ready to strike should he consider his position under threat; Rio’s treachery had happened so quickly that the Emperor had not been able to call them.

At the moment of his death a second signal was sent, instructing those aboard the command ship to awaken their new leader: Maku. Maku was an artificial being programmed with the memories and knowledge of Emperor Kata. The plan had been that upon his death, Kata’s mind would seek out Maku’s body and merge with it. However that did not happen and at the moment of his awakening Maku received the vision of a new destiny, which required a change of plan. Thus Maku’s first command caused the fleet to change course and head out into the unexplored regions of space.

Time passed, millions of years in the blink of an eye. Emperor Maku led the Black Fleet through space, seeking out new territories to conquer. As they passed through the many galaxies, Maku’s scientists were ordered to modify the cloning technology. First Maku designed a new breed of clones that were physically and mentally superior to those that had come before. They would serve to govern his newly won territories, extending his reach without risking a loss of control.

Then for each of his offspring his scientists engineered ways to enhance previous clone batches to serve his ‘children’. The continued research led to unexpected discoveries about the universal energy field that they drew upon in combat. The new clones managed to unlock a more powerful, less controllable and highly destructive form of energy. While it was no better or worse than the previous form, it did not require the same level of control to access it.

With their new soldiers ready, the fleet moved from one galaxy to the next, leaving half their forces in place after they conquered it, while the rest continued onward. Those left behind were charged with the task of quelling any resistance to the new regime as the expeditionary force pressed on, replacing those they left behind with a new batch of clones as they travelled. Once those they left behind gained complete control over their new territory, they would send conscripts from the planets under their dominion to reinforce the continuing effort.

Maku’s fleet had many advantages over their enemies, from ships that could strip a planet of its vital minerals and turn them into ships, to soldiers trained to use the Power offensively. The rejuvenated Maku – for he had found a means to renew his body when it deteriorated – had developed a method of ruling his expanding empire through the use of puppet administrations. By the use of electronics and dark rituals, the children left behind to oversee the Emperor’s efforts acted as the eyes, ears and mouthpiece of their father while he made the important decisions. As such he was able to extend the new network of empires beyond the boundaries of one man’s control. By the end of his life time he had conquered a vast area and left it in the hands of his thirty children.

Eventually even Maku’s extensive knowledge could not prevent him from succumbing to the effects of old age. He was replaced by Trannis, another artificial being based upon Maku that the emperor had raised as his heir. The dark forces had conquered countless galaxies, although it had taken millions of years since they first departed from their home worlds; that constant stream of conquests was about to come to an end; the fleet had arrived just outside of the fledging galaxy that would one day be known as the Milky Way.

By now the Black Fleet’s database was filled with facts that the Emperor and his servants had discovered about the Power. They had studied and identified the different types of energy, how to used them and even categorised them according to their properties. The groups that feel into the category known as Magic were of special interest. Magic was a very powerful, extremely volatile force that could be wielded to some degree by anyone. The scholars had researched the different methods of using it both direct and indirect. It gave the Emperor’s forces a distinct advantage.

Maku would have been disappointed with Trannis. While genetic engineering had allowed him to improve the quality of his children, it had not managed to capture the true greatness of Maku. Trannis lacked much of the original’s power, his knowledge and his influence. Within a few decades the control Maku had held over his territories had been lost. Trannis could not command Maku’s children in the same way and due to problems dealing with the constant input, he failed to notice that many of Maku’s gains had simply slipped from his grasp and instead of fixing the problem, he had decided to start anew.

The planets of Devadec and Frostfall were the the political centres around which the galaxy revolved. At least those that populated the two planets liked to think so. Deverdec was where the home of the Galactic Council where the politicians met to discuss matters of great importance and then got side tracked in matters of personal interest. Frostfall as the headquarters for the Guardians, self-appointed protectors of the peace.

Over time the need for separate planets became obvious as some of the Guardians tried to appoint themselves councillors. They were robbed of any illusion that they could take such actions, and as a result only succeeded in convincing members of the Galactic Council to place strict rules upon the way the Guardians handled their affairs.

Peace reigned throughout the Galaxy since very few dared to challenge the power of the Guardians. But as the Guardians and their political rulers started to believe they were invincible, their unwillingness to look beyond their galaxy would prove their undoing; beyond those boundaries the Universe was a sinister place.

Trannis had been pleased with the reports. While the Guardians and the Galactic Council were a hurdle, they were distracted with petty infighting, Trannis decided that their territory would become the heart of his new empire and mobilised an expeditionary force in their direction. In doing so he left many of his followers behind to consolidate the few systems they had recently gained and to expand his army. Trannis had revised Maku’s preferred method of conquest. As his fleet passed through a territory, Trannis would mobilise his forces to destroy those most likely to oppose him. Then once those defences were broken, he would leave a small part of his fleet to establish complete control while he moved onward.

Some of the territories he had conquered had subsequently annexed neighbouring galaxies and sent reinforcements to the front line. Most had not and had eventually lost contact. Trannis maintained order within his struggling empire with an iron fist. He never questioned whether those he left behind actually succeeded, nor did he understand that his fleet had shrunk considerably due to the lack of reinforcements.

Trannis’s arrival in Galaxy NA-74 was known before his vessel appeared. The advanced forces he had sent to gather information had also targeted key locations. News of the atrocities committed by some of his advanced forces made his name something to be feared. To the Guardians though he was considered just another minor threat trying to make a name for himself. While this demonstrated how arrogant the Guardians had grown, it also meant that the advanced party had grabbed their attention.

For once Trannis changed his strategy and instead of pushing his fleet toward the political centre of the galaxy, he chose to conquer worlds on the outer fringes. Billions of lives were lost on countless worlds as his fleet cleansed whole systems just to form a staging ground. From his throne world, Trannis looked upon his kingdom and directed the attacks.

It was a terrible mistake by the Guardians not to intervene as soon as Trannis entered their territory. By waiting and denying the threat that he posed, they lost the opportunity to halt his campaign. After the twelve worlds of the Zodia system fell to his forces, they realised the threat he posed. By that time his forces had gained momentum and would prove almost impossible to stop.

Some of the Guardians did fight, stepping outside of their roles and turning their backs on the ruling council. They called themselves Defenders and placed themselves on planets they thought Trannis would target. Most who did fight were killed, fuelling the Guardians’ belief that non-interference was the safest and most prudent course of action. But while the Defenders’ deaths did little to encourage the Guardians to uphold their oath of service, they inspired the ordinary populations of worlds under threat to take up arms; the Guardians’ role was becoming less and less important as the people protected themselves.

A new armada of space ships was sent to battle Trannis’s fleet. Thousands worlds united to defeat the threat. The Galactic Council turned their back on the Guardians, a move which made the Guardians protest and later threaten to replace the elected body of representatives with a body of their choosing. In the end the Guardians backed down and the Galactic Council moved to unite the people ready for war. Despite losing the argument, the respect of the people and some of their respected members, the Guardians refused to join the campaign. They refused to sanction any action against Trannis and threatened those that took such action with severe sanctions. There was a growing fracture within the membership of the Guardians that served to strengthen Trannis’s position. The war was being fought on too many fronts and Trannis’s forces seemed to grow daily.

It was a long and difficult battle, and the defending army was vastly outnumbered. It was through the use of underhanded tactics and unprecedented amounts of luck that they won a number of small victories that would eventually lead to Trannis’s defeat. While he was distracted by a string of attacks on his lead vessels, Trannis failed to notice the small fleet that departed to the outer regions of the galaxy before slipping passed his security forces. It was a small strike that only managed to destroy a single relay station and cost the lives of all those involved, but it effectively shut down the Emperor’s communications.

The second strike pitted the galaxy’s fleet against one of Trannis’s weaker forces. The fleet was destroyed, bolstering the Council’s forces and pushing them to fight even harder. Those Guardians that had joined the battle led their forces bravely. Their dedication and values meant they were highly respected and inspired others to improve themselves.

Trannis did not take the resistance lightly. He decided that both the Galactic Council and the Guardians were threats to his plans. And as other divisions of his fleet were destroyed, he realised that a message needed to be sent. As the defending army drove Trannis’s forces away from a planet they had recently conquered, and destroyed a portion of his army for good measure, the Emperor decided to make a decisive strike at the very heart of the Galactic Council and destroy the Guardians at the same time.

Trannis’s chosen vessel was a mighty space station based on technology deployed by the first Emperor so long ago. Much larger than its predecessor, it had an outer ring and a smaller battle station that acted as a tug to move it through space. The massive super cannon was its main weapon, although it was also capable of tearing planets to pieces and draining them of their vital resources. Its resistance to most forms of attack marked it as a potent weapon.

Leaving his fleet to obliterate the Council’s armada, he directed the battle station into orbit around the planet Frostfall. From there he launched the bombardment of Devadec, unaware that the Galactic Council had already relocated to the world of Erlion. After watching this act of open hostility, the Guardians finally decided to make preparations for his arrival. It was almost laughable that they hadn’t expected him to destroy their world and he couldn’t believe they were foolish enough to expect him to leave them alone if they failed to lift a hand against him. As soon as he saw that they were starting to become organised, he fired one of the vessel’s more volatile weapons and watched in delight as the once proud world crumbled from within.

It was hours later that Trannis returned to the scene of his recent triumph. There he witnessed the success of his weapon and decided to collect some spoils of war. He had heard stories of the Guardians and the treasures they held in their vaults. After finding the vaults, he assigned one of his commanders to transfer their contents to to a place where he could review them later.

In the months and years that followed, Trannis tore the galaxy apart. The Galactic Council had escaped his wrath the first time, but the second time they were destroyed. The remnants of the Guardians were hunted down mercilessly. Whole planets were rendered lifeless as Trannis sent a message to those that would oppose him. Instead of pushing through the galaxy at speed, his fleet took its time and made certain that nothing survived the purge.

The Master-At-Arms, the leader of what remained of the galaxy’s forces, was dead. Trannis had sought him out personally and had taken great satisfaction in ending his meddlesome existence. With him gone there seemed very little hope left for the galaxy.

But Trannis had made a mistake. Unknown to the Emperor, the people of the planet where the Master-At-Arms had made his stand had discovered the existence of powerful beings that watched over their world. They called them gods and worshipped them, not understanding that their belief allowed the so-called gods an influence on their world that increased that belief and the power those gods exerted. These gods were petty, vindictive, imperfect beings, but they cared for those that worshipped them since their status was linked to the ongoing worship.

When Trannis had devastated the planet, he had angered the gods who while unable to fight him themselves, were able to guide others to take up arms against him. They searched the charred remains of the planet and finally located a survivor. The young woman had been injured and had prayed to the gods for help. They chose to answer her prayers, rebuilding her broken body into that of the new Master-At-Arms.

The new Master-At-Arms was granted gifts by her gods that would help her in her task of stopping Trannis. Some gave her the ability and skills needed to fight, but perhaps the most precious gift she received was complete knowledge of the Power. For the first time since the Morphin Masters had departed, somebody understood the nature of the Power and how to use it. She now understood more about the magical forces that spread throughout existence than anyone else. She understood the nature and origin of the Power, how it was divided and the ways of directing a part of it. She was also granted the skills to forge armour strong enough to handle the volatile energy. It was strange that it had been the gods that had passed on such knowledge when even they would be vulnerable should she use it against them.

Using a spell to locate those worthy of the new powers she could bestow, she collected them from where they had hidden and brought them to her location. Being inexperienced and having only a rudimentary knowledge of lesser magic, they hardly noticed when the Power used the natural pathways within their bodies to create its own links. The Power took what it found and after a short ritual, altered it to suit its need. A new band of warriors were born.

Nobody knew how much or how little time had passed. When in contact with the Power, time itself could be manipulated. There was no sense of urgency as the ritual continued. Together they had followed her instructions and forged their own suits of armour, using the Power to locate and retrieve the materials needed. The results were at first glance crude and extremely heavy; they had spent much time building their muscles to the point where they were comfortable moving in the heavy armour plates that covered the flexible material next to their skin.

“The Guardians have failed. You will succeed. You are pure of body, mind and soul. The people of the universe seek justice, not the arrogance of those that came before. It cries out for protection not domination. Evil has gained a foothold because those claiming to be good men did nothing..”

She turned to study her team. They had come a long way in a very short time and she was proud of them. They had accepted themselves and each other and that made the worthy of the Power. And in response the Power was aiding them, teaching both students and their mater what needed to be done.

“The time has come for you to take up arms against evil. The powers you have sought and built are now yours. So long as you are true to yourselves and united by the bonds you have built, the Power will aid you.”

A series of golden plates had been positioned on their armour during construction. They had believed them to be purely decorative and had even protested that they were pointless additions. Now they discovered the truth as the gold acted as a conductor, channelling the raw power into the metallic plates. The decorative plating on their outer armour and the gold threads running through the inner layer bound the armour together. At their sides each carried a large gun and a sword bearing the owner’s mark. Each had forged an additional weapon they could call on through their armour, but the concentration required to summon such weapons meant they were used only when absolutely necessary.

“Trannis does not understand the powers you now posses, but he has certainly detected our activity,” the Master-At-Arms spoke. “His servants are elsewhere at this time, but he has not yet finished with this world.”

In fact Trannis had detected a massive burst of unknown energy and was likely curious about its nature. Since he lacked the true understanding of the Power that the Master-At-Arms had been granted, he would not understand the significance.

“How do we fight him?”

“The Power will guide you,” she answered.

Gran grinned. “Let’s get out there.”

Trannis had been drawn back to the planet and for some reason had decided to investigate the abnormal energy readings himself. He had temporarily assumed an armoured form to make movement easier. It was a technique that had proven useful over the years, though it took a great deal of effort to control.

He appeared near to where the Master-At-Arms had been and immediately sensed that something had changed. The troops he had sent ahead were gone; as were the huge land walkers he had set to guard the planet. He was at once alert. A scream caught his attention and he spun around to be confronted by the corpse of one of his troops, although he would never know who it was because the armour was scorched beyond recognition. Instinct dictated his next move as he tried to teleport back to the safety of his vessel. The planet was obviously not devoid of life, yet. Nothing happened, no matter how hard he tried and eventually he gave up. Something was going on and he had to be alert.

A burst of pink streaked across the sky and narrowly missed his shoulder. The air above him flashed brightly. He was under attack.

“Show yourself!” he bellowed. “Who dares to attack me?”

The pink shape moved back across the landscape, this time at a pace where he could make out the shape. It was a giant animal, a Firebird to be exact, which was partially solid, but mostly magical energy. On the top he could see a lone figure riding the mighty beast out of combat.

“We dare,” a calm voice announced.

Trannis spun around to see seven figures in fighting stances, each with their swords drawn and ready. In a beam of pink fire an eighth member joined them.

“YOU dare to attack me?” he asked, twisting the words so they sounded like an insult.

“You are guilty for the destruction of untold worlds,” Sorran answered. “The Guardians would have remained uninvolved if you had left them alone. But instead you showed an evil heart; all evil must be challenged and conquered.”

“Fools, I am more powerful than you could imagine. I need only to teleport back to my ship and I will destroy this world.”

“Then we’ll have to make sure you don’t leave,” said a new voice.

The Master-At-Arms stood ready for action, her long staff poised to strike.

“Full power now!” Lacutus called.

At once their battle armour charged with energy. Red, green, black, yellow, pink, blue, and purple metal glowed brightly, highlighted by the thin layer of gold that had been attached as decoration. The upper section shone white with a gold trim, as were the bands surrounding the tops of their gloves and boots. On the left breast they wore a gold image of their spirit animal. The material on their arms and legs were predominantly their individual colour. Their heavy helmets were shaped to resemble the heads of the animals they had glimpsed during their training. Their swords were replaced by a staff in that matched the colour of their armour.

Sorran was the exception. His armour was mostly white with gold and black gauntlets around the tops of the boots, gloves and on the belt. A black and gold shield covered his chest with shoulder pads bearing the image of his spirit animal on the centre of the front. His helmet resembled the face of a tiger. In his hand was a long golden sword.

“Surround him!” the Master-At-Arms ordered.

The fighters surrounded Trannis and after forming a circle, joined hands. They raised their arms into the air and joined hands.

“We call on the Power,” the Master-At-Arms intoned. “Destroy this villain and vanquish this great evil!”

Trannis was worried. He didn’t understand exactly what they were doing, but he could tell that they were calling on powerful forces. He also realised that since he had devastated the planet, there was no organic life he could pervert to his ends. There were no useful minerals in the soil from which to construct weapons. Trannis knew that by his own hand he had placed himself at a severe disadvantage.

“This is the end of the line Trannis,” Red Dragon told him. “Your evil ends here today.”

Realising he could not escape, Trannis shifted his form slightly so he could improve his chances. His armour and skin merged and his muscle tone increased to provide extra strength. This was his chosen form, he preferred it because of the added protection his metallic body provided. A deadly black blade appeared in his hands. It had no highlights and seemed to swallow daylight into its depths. He called it Hell Bearer.

The eight warriors fired their weapons, attempting to circle around Trannis as they did so in hopes of catching him off guard.

“Is this what you call playing fair?” Trannis taunted as he batted away several of their blasts. “Trying to sneak behind an enemy you already out number doesn’t sound very fair to me.”

“Since when have you fought fair?” Yellow Griffin asked in response. “Firing upon worlds from space doesn’t seem fair to me. You can’t expect us to follow rules that you wouldn’t even consider.”

A lucky blast from Sorran knocked Trannis off his feet, allowing them to concentrate their fire. Although Trannis refused to entertain the notion that anything the warriors did could cause him serious injury, their blasts were keeping him pinned and more vulnerable than he liked.

“Enough!” he cried suddenly as he released his sword.

The blade spun end over end towards the eight warriors until it connected with Green’s blade. Sparks flew as the evil blade absorbed the energy within the warrior’s weapon. The green clad warrior hurriedly shifted out of the way and watched as Trannis’s sword fell to the ground.

In the instant the others took their eyes off their opponent to watch Green Minotaur, Trannis was about to scramble away from his predicament. Raising his hand he summoned his sword and attacked.

“Ces, look out!” Red Dragon warned as Trannis directed his assault towards the female warrior.

For her part Ces was a highly skilled warrior with the aggressiveness and determination that set her people apart from other races. Before Trannis had started his reign of terror, her world had been a planet of land dwelling life forms. It had been during his early assault that the villain had cursed the entire race so they could not retain moisture. He had then flooded their world, leaving the people with no choice but to adapt to their changing environment.

As Trannis approached she pulled both her sword and blaster. She caught his sword with her own and used her blaster to damage the weapon. When that failed, she dispensed with the weapons and opened up with a violent onslaught of punches and kicks. The villain stumbled back wondering where these fighters had found such strength? He turned and ran straight into Purple Spider.

Dionnah did not bother with weapons. She used her powerful limbs to strike at Trannis’s armour. Her first few blows kept him off balance so that she could land kicks to his jaw and shoulder. Her left fist connected with his chin as her right hand, now bearing her staff positioned itself next to his chest.

Even when her opponent went down Dionnah did not relent. Her planet had not been as lucky as Ces’s. Trannis had considered her world a threat and exterminated it outright. It was vengeance that had fuelled Dionnah’s determination over the last few months and years. It was rage that created the adrenaline that allowed her to continue punching long after she had cracked the bones in her hand.

“Power Staffs!” Red Dragon ordered.

The long staffs started to glow. In an attack pattern they had perfected during their brief training encounters, the Soldiers lunged forward. White Tiger and Green Minotaur drove the points of their staffs into the villain’s shoulders, driving him to the ground and preventing further movement. Blue and Purple Spider were next, securing his ankles to the ground. Taking the opportunity to disarm him, Red Dragon slammed his staff into Trannis’s wrist. The Yellow Griffin hooked the sword away allowing Black Lion and Pink Firebird to destroy it with their weapons.

Sensing he would not triumph against such determined opponents, Trannis used one of the techniques he had discovered to make himself grow. He drew energy into his cells, causing them to expand. As his body expanded, he reached out and seized Purple and Black Lion in his mighty fists.. As his body increased in size he applied greater pressure to his captives, laughing as he felt their armoured bodies succumb to his might.

The others looked up at the giant who had just destroyed two of their friends. They didn’t feel anger, which would have blinded them to their task and what they had to do. “Powers Merge!”

While Trannis had been distracted by the young warriors, he had failed to notice the Master-At-Arms as she used a powerful sealing spell to bind Trannis to those that opposed him. It took a while before Trannis realized that he had been tricked; the students had never intended to win. Their combined attack was little more than a light show to enable the Master-At-Arms time to trap him in a prison of crystal. The heroes disappeared as their bodies and souls were used to secure the tyrant in place, their armour cocooning him forever. Thanks to the eight warriors and their great sacrifice, Trannis was no longer a threat and thanks to the Master-At-Arms who would spend the rest of her life recording the knowledge she had acquired, the cosmos would finally rediscovery the truth about the Power…

…So long as she was allowed to share her work.

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Evolution of the Power

Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers, they belong to their respective copyright owners and are used here without permission. No money is being made from this fic. In addition some of the history in this universe is adapted and mangled from the Star Wars universe and belongs to the respective copyright owners. Author’s Note: Just wanted to point out that these stories do not take place in a strictly linear fashion. Some event happen before those in previous stories, some after and some at the same time.

Evolution of the Power

The Morphin Masters had created the technology that allowed them to cross vast distances from one side of the cosmos to the other. It had allowed them to share their discoveries with their followers and family no matter where they settled. It had allowed them to build temples on worlds in the far corners of the universe. It had allowed the universe to grow closer and peace to spread.

Sadly while the Morphin Masters had taken steps to make the universe safe when they departed, they had neglected to share the secret of the transportation system and without the Morphin Masters to maintain, the system failed, breaking the unity that the Morphin Masters had inspired as races were suddenly unable to speak with their distant allies. After a short time of being unable to communicate and travel to distant worlds, the population grew isolated once more as worlds and galaxies concentrated upon their own needs. Some even rejected the teachings of the Morphin Masters as the machinery they had used to access their knowledge failed to work and the universe was plunged into a period of ignorance.

As more time passed, the understanding of the Morphin Masters disappeared. At first they were regarded as legendary beings that pursued the dreams of unlocking the secrets of the higher planes. Later still they were revered as the god of the Morphin Grid, each representing a part of the Power and capable of bestowing their power on those deemed worthy. And those that knew the truth and had either descended from the families the Morphin Masters had left behind or from their students, were mostly ignored when they tried to correct the falsehoods that had slipped into the Morphin Masters’ story.

It became a known fact that the Morphin Masters were a pantheon of gods that resided within and empowered the Morphin Grid. It had also become a known fact that of those thirty powerful entities, some had taken a sacred vow never to share their powers with lesser beings. As time passed the hierarchy of the Morphin Masters emerged with different masters depicted by bother their coloured ranking and the aspect of the Power they represented, be it the mind, body or soul. And of course just as their were those that refused to lend their power, so there were those unnamed members of the pantheon that held all lesser beings in contempt and sought to destroy them with the twisted powers found within the Dark Side of the Morphin Grid.

Such beliefs were quickly proven to be false, but that did not stop their followers from continuing to hold them as gospel truth. That nobody had ever successfully made contact with one of the Morphin Masters and actually borrowed power from them was explained as the Morphin Masters only granting their power to those they considered worthy. If they didn’t lend their powers it was because there were none they considered worthy. Eventually interest in the Morphin Grid diminished as the universe moved on and those that believed in the teachings of their elders found themselves mocked for following a path that could only lead to failure.

Millions of years passed and on some worlds far from where the discovery of the Morphin Grid had begun, a new era of discovery loomed. The Power had quietly churned inside of its dimensional boundaries, content to let the cosmos proceed without it. However the time came when the Power became more volatile and once again started to reach out into the physical world. Acts of spontaneous magic started to be reported across the universe as more and more of its populace subconsciously reached out to the strange energy.

Although they lacked the understanding that had come before, there was an instinctive understanding that to manipulate the power they needed to concentrate on the desired outcome and want it to happen. Desire and concentration were in some case enough although without clarity of thought the results could be a little mixed.

At first the reaction to such display was fear, but as the number of those capable of manipulating such energy grew, so did the acceptance of its use. The lack of understanding beyond an instinctive need to accomplish a deed led to the use of religious rituals and the crafting of special conduits to try and formulise the process. Given time such activities turned the channelling of energy into an art form based as much on pseudo-science as it was on magical ability.

The inability to explain how some results were achieved led to a backlash from races that had fully embraced science and were unwilling or unable to accept the relatively chaotic nature of the Power. Some planets sought to completely erase the existence of magic from their records and heavily policed the teachings and knowledge of their citizens to ensure that science was the dominant belief. In the background the Time Lords worked to make certain that such regimes remained strong.

The crack down caused the citizens of some planets to leave their homes to find new worlds and freedom to believe as they wished. The ships that departed spread through the universe, taking generations to reach new worlds. Their supplies exhausted on arrival the colonists were forced to abandon their technology and live simpler lives. Over time some even forgot that technology had once existed as their society reverted to an earlier more open state.

One expedition reached the primitive planet Daos where the natives aided them in acclimatising to the the harsh conditions. Successful interbreeding between the natives and the colonists, who had discovered that on Daos the population had mastered the basic arts of energy manipulation, led to a new society. Over time the a peaceful structured society was formed, divided between the ruling scientists and government, the military forces and the civilians they protected. Their population soon spread outwards, integrating with the populations of other worlds to found new civilisations.

Meanwhile the world of Tython became the centre of those that sought to understand and wield the strange energy. Ancient texts had been uncovered that referred to it as the Power, although the things described in the text documents did not match those that had been witnessed. The texts suggested that all living beings could manipulate the Power, but it had become clear that not everybody possessed the ability to wield the Power freely, and those that could do so found that they could not all use it in the same way.

These discrepancies led to the firm belief that the Power had somehow changed since its first discovery, leading to new theories and methods of using the power. Some teachers only took in students capable of learning selected techniques. So-called experts became aware of two potent forms of the Power from which all others seemed to emerge. One they noted as being a source of positive energy and the other as negative energy, based upon the understanding of the emotions needed to manipulate them. The most common use of those energies to enhance the body of the individual was considered less important than the ability to enhance mental abilities or even project energy. On Tython the strengths and weakness of both types of energy were categorised with the hope that a balance could be achieved.

For centuries Tython endured peacefully as its population embraced both the positive and negative energies, learning the advantages of when to use both. They successfully forged it into a society at peace with itself. It was unfortunate that while they were capable of accepting both forms of energy with the knowledge that it was not where it came from but how they used it that mattered, those who visited them insisted on categorising their activities, labelling them as either good or evil. By this time the barriers to the upper dimensions had weakened sufficiently that the forces of Heaven and Hell were able to exert an influence over the Realm of Mortals, whispering in the minds of those open to such suggestions. Such mental nudges polarised the previously innocent people.

As always those who did not understand how things worked did not comprehend the damage their intervention caused. The Power, which to the people of Tythos had been a single unified force albeit split into two defined forms, was suddenly sub-divided into categories of light and dark. The structured belief upon which the safe learning had relied was undermined as important knowledge was hidden away and some was deemed forbidden. If taught freely as it had been in the past, such knowledge would have been moderated by the lighter teachings. However, as forbidden knowledge it was sought by those without the skills to avoid the temptation to misuse it, especially those areas with the mind and spirit.

The Tython race, recognised for their unity despite the varying moral stances, was suddenly divided into factions. The planet was thrown into civil war and over the next few decades the Tython race was almost completely wiped out leaving behind only the knowledge of Ge’Ki and Rin’Ki..

Whether it had been a demon that had suggested the formal division to cause unrest, a well-meaning angel seeking to protect those frail mortals from harm, , or a combination of both forces, the result was that Ge’Ki techniques though fierce were considered to be morally correct while those of the Rin’Ki philosophy were frowned upon, with constant reminders that its use stained the soul.

Tython students had always been taught to understand the importance of both teachings while following a strict code of behaviour that favoured the Ge’Ki school of thought. When the teachings were taken off-world, they lacked the skills to impart the knowledge. Students were abusing the powers they were using and even those who were strictly committed to Ge’Ki, ended up committing terrible acts.

A wise man named Suna saw the folly of trying to teach only one aspect of the all-encompassing force that the power represented. He unified the teachings as a pathway to understanding. He was the first in generations to refer to the power as a single force. Through his teachings the paladins, as he called his disciples, were introduced to the teachings of both Ge’Ki and Rin’Ki, but were taught to follow the moral codes of Ge’Ki. After years spent training disciples, Suna opened an academy, which grew large under the aging master and his students.

When Suna died, the strict moral code of his students started to slip. No longer did they stand up for the rights of the weak, instead dedicating their efforts to supporting the order provided by government. While they still fought the darkness, they did not challenge injustice so long as they were insulated from its effects. Shortly before Suna’s death, a young student by the name of Maku had renounced the light and thrown himself into the dark teachings. Unchallenged he created his own philosophy of studying both teachings but embracing the moral codes of the darkness.

It started with simple rebellion by younger students. A student possessed the ability to charge a bladed weapon with energy through the use of a small crystal. The students refused to stick to the nine natural gems used to produce such weapons. Later it took on more sinister actions such as denouncing the government and killing for vengeance. The rebels encouraged discord and conflict wherever possible. Seeing the problem that the rebels represented and fearing the possibility that more would arise if left unchecked, the studying of the darker practices was forbidden. All references to the ceremonies and rituals employed by Rin’Ki followers were erased.

Desperate to hide the path to the darkness, the leaders of Ge’Ki decided to adapt the history of the Tython. Ge’Ki and Rin’Ki teachings were rewritten, taking everything the elders considered positive and removing anything with the potential for abuse. The leaders renamed Suna’s disciples, calling them the Order of Bendu, and claimed the ranks of knights, wielders and servants of the power. To talk of any other interpretation was frowned upon as scholars removed any knowledge they believed could lead to the darkness. Unfortunately by doing so they created an imbalance that they would later come to regret as a new breed of rebels appeared.

While the first rebels, who now referred to themselves as the Datenshi, had been students of Rin’Ki teachings, those that followed were products of the imbalance that had been created. They were more likely to adopt Rin’Ki application of the Power and integrated it into their discipline. This generation called themselves the Xylon Lords. To distinguish themselves, the Xylon Lords carried medallions that channelled a small amount of their power. The Xylon Lord known as Scarz was the first to carry such an article. Over time the Xylon endured and in the decades that followed this led to a new war between good and evil, and countless deaths on both sides. But the followers of the Xylon were naturally rebellious and over time new subsets appeared that threatened to further muddle the line between good and evil leading to more and more unknowingly stepping over the line between good and evil. The denizens of Heaven despaired while those in Hell rejoiced.

While the dark side created many great warriors, the light side could claim its own successes too. They were capable of pushing their limits, but as ever more restrictions were heaped upon students to prevent them slipping to the darkness, many were prevented from reaching their full potential. Emotion was frowned upon, for the dark emotions were said to be a part of the dark side while the positive emotions were thought to risk exposure to negative emotions. In the words of one of the elders, love was a powerful and pure emotion, but it could lead to the fear of losing someone and was therefore to be avoided. Instead of acting as shining beacons of the light, they were rapidly stepping into the shadows.

Eventually came the fall of the Xylon. Although powerful they were outnumbered by the Bendu. In a final battle during which three times as many Bendu warriors fell before the Xylon might, all but two servants of the dark side were wiped out. However the two that remained, formed a new Xylon order. From that time on there could only be two Xylon Lords at any time: one to hold power and the other to chase it. While they were free to recruit others, those they trained would never know their full potential.

The war continued through the millennia as space travel developed and the teachings of Tython spread to other worlds. The galaxy thrived, but was constantly on a point of collapse as the Xylon continued to rise against it. The rediscovery of ancient Rin’Ki texts heralded a revival of the Xylon as they learned how to channel their powers through the use of crystals, gems and enchanted metals.

Unnoticed by the Bendu, one Xylon succeeded another, each generation selecting the one they thought best suited to carry their cause forward. One Xylon replaced another sometimes through a natural death or in combat, just as often through the treachery of an ambitious apprentice. Eventually the Xylon Lord Kata arose with the ambition, the knowledge and the positioning to bring his vision of order to the galaxy.

Over a period of time, Kata trained an apprentice, a skilled student, having slain three Bendu Knights just to prove himself worthy of his master. After a few more years, the student revealed his existence and that of the Xylons to the Bendu. It was a time when the Order of Bendu boasted some of their most powerful members and their order had become stagnant. The strict insistence on avoiding all emotion clouded their sense of right and wrong, allowing them to overlook the injustice of slavery while concentrating on maintaining their ideology and the structure it gave their lives.

When the student was killed during a mission, Kata furthered his plans by taking on a string of apprentices. After killing a young Bendu Knight with a fireball, he sent an impostor to arrange the building of a new army, all-the-while supporting the growing armies of the opposition. Kata played both sides of the growing conflict, positioning himself to sweep to power legitimately.

Eventually Kata shaped events to where he wanted them. He engineered a faux-war, ensuring that he would remain in power despite having dismissed democracy in the process. In a rapid series of moves he allowed those suspicious of his actions to become more vocal, knowing that they would reach the ears of the Order of Bendu and force them to act in ways that could be portrayed as treasonous.

Then came the moment Kata had been waiting for. Support for Kata was at its height. He planted a trail that drew the Bendu to his location allowed the Bendu to confront, and then attack him. He took great pleasure in slaying three of their number in the process. The fourth was killed through the aid of a traitor who became his new apprentice. The newly rechristened Rio was sent along with the army he had created to hunt down and destroy the Order of Bendu.

Kata declared himself Emperor. He legitimised his rule with the aid of the highest court in the Galaxy, the Supreme Tribunal, located on the planet Granicus. Through Rio and others, Kata established the Galactic Empire and ordered the extermination of the Knights of Bendu and their allies. Thousands upon thousands of Bendu Knights were massacred. The Order of Bendu virtually disappeared. Their great legacy was soon soon just a memory.

The only ones to survive were those lucky enough to remain in hiding on remote worlds. Most were tracked down and given the choice: either submit their abilities to Emperor Kata’s rule, or perish at the hands of the Emperor’s forces. The battle between the Bendu and Xylon ended. It was an oppressive time for the galaxy, the forces of good and evil had fought and for the time being the light had been extinguished. The Emperor created an army consisting of military might to maintain his authority. Through the use of localised leaders, military enforcement and the support of criminal activity, the Emperor slowly worked to solidify his reign.

There were dissidents of course; many rejected the Emperor and organized a rebellion against his rule. None of them lived long but served as martyrs to the cause. Over time the rebellion gained support and after a major victory against the Emperor’s force, the end of the Empire was close at hand. In the end it was Kata’s own apprentice who destroyed him, ending the evil of the Xylons.

Balance was restored and in the aftermath the ancient texts detailing the nature of the Morphin Grid and the gods that lived there were uncovered and a new religion dedicated to the worship of the Morphin Masters and their teachings returned. It was a shame that many of those ancient texts were false.

End of part.

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