Disclaimer: The Power Rangers are the property of Saban Entertainment and I lay no claim to them. The character of Mackenzie Dekalb is property of Karilee who can be contacted at kajwr@twcny.rr.com. The character of Cassandra Jensen(the Emerald Ranger) belongs to Helen who can be contacted at helen0724@yahoo.com. Morgan St. Clair is the property of Cynthia Harrell and can be contacted at cynthia~ harrell@yahoo.com. Jeffrey Kincaid, Lord Crucible, and all other characters relating to them are mine. Should anyone wish to use my characters contact me at foi72@yahoo.com.

The Evil Between Dimensions
by John Chubb

There are many worlds, many dimensions.

In these worlds there are possibilities for life, death, good, and evil. Endless possibilities.

Somewhere a being was imprisoned between these possibilities. In a circular temple that sat on a piece of rock which allowed the occupant a view of all the dimensions that swam before him.

He sat there, imprisoned. Watching all the worlds swirl around him. Worlds so full of promise, of adventure, of opportunities for power.

The mysterious overlord had made impact on some of them throughout the eons. Many a time he had used his power to create overlords of evil. Sometimes in dimensions, more than one of the same type of villian. Among the names of those created were Maligore, Dark Specter, Master Vile, Zanzibar of Aquitar(he was his favorite so he only had made one of him) and Divatox the first. In some worlds there had been three others to bear the Divatox name. In others there were two and in some the Divatox's he had created was the first one.

As the universes held infinite possibilities, so did it hold infinite possibilities for evil. But unfortunatly the evil creatures that had appeared before him left much to be desired.

It wasn't long since the being known as Robert Harper opened the gate of his world and swore fielty to him in exchange for destroying his most hated enemy…the Night Ranger Jeffrey Kincaid. All that was needed was the Heart of Mirinoi so it could counter the force that held the overlord's body prisoner to the throne that he was bound to between realities. In both counts Harper failed miserably. One, the Heart of Mirinoi was present in the inhabitants of the planet now, and two, Kincaid had beaten the so-called imperator.

And now another pathetic creature from Harper's universe had come through the doorway. If I could only free myself from this acursed prison I would show the universe how realities trembled at my feet. The mysterious overlord looked down at the rodent that walked to where he was seated. "You have an intellect. I can use that."

The overlord's eyes grew brighter and energy surrounded the rat. Soon the rat began to change features and it grew back to human size, as wel as developing human arms and legs. He still had some rat-like features, like fur, head and tail, but the keen intellect(as well as bizarre scientific mind) of Doctor Epyon of the Luciferian empire had a body that was usable to him again.

"I thank you whoever you are.", Epyon said.

"My name is one that you cannot pronounce. But if you insist on one then you can address me as Lord Stygian."

"Lord Stygian?", Epyon asked.

"Yes, I took the name from a place that is worse than Hell. But it is just one of many I am known by."

"Just how many names do you have Lord Stygian?"

"Too many for you to know. But names is not the matter we need to discuss here." Epyon agreed.

"I shall tell you as much as I can about myself. I have existed since the dawn of time. I was one of the first lords of evil to come into existence when the lines were being drawn. Many had followed my will and vision. Among my followers was a young Aquitarian, Zanzibar."

"The founder of the Luciferian Empire.", Epyon said. Lord Stygian nodded.

"Out of all the evil lords, I was the most feared. Which was why the armies of light united to stop me. They sealed me inside this pocket dimension rooted to the throne I am seated in where I could observe all the universes in existence, but unable to impact them.

"A door had opened once from your world. A research party looking to find new dimensions to conquer. They made contact with my pocket dimension. Their life forces and power provided me with an opportunity I could not resist. Even though I was confined here I could still draw in powers from evil…"

Epyon realized what project Lord Stygian mentioned. The Luciferian dimensional gate and the lost search party. "The lost search party. You found them and killed them."

Stygian smiled as Epyon described the deed. "And with their powers I was able to unlock a lot of my abilities that the lords of order tried to seal away from me. Abilities such as this."

Epyon felt the presence of Lord Stygian in his mind as his sence of reality was warping. His free will was slipping away from him and divreting towards the serving of one individual…Lord Stygian. "My mind is in yours."

Epyon stood again and addressed Lord Stygian. "What do you wish my lord?"

"Good. Now here are your orders. You will return to your realm and rendezvous with Robert Harper again. Since he failed to procure the Heart of Mirinoi I will send you after another artifact which I have yet to determine."

"The Rangers will try to stop you lord.", Epyon said.

"I am aware of that. I shall remedy that situation soon enough. Now go." With that Epyon the rat-man turned and left through the gateway.

Lord Stygian turned to face the realities swirling around him. One he focused on in particular, or rather the individual who resided in it.

He saw a teenager in white with long red hair coming down to her shoulders. She was fighting through Pirannahtrons with skill and grace. The image then shifted to her dressed as a White Turbo ranger who fought ruthlesly, uttering no sounds except for a sinister laugh one time.

Images continued to swirl before Lord Stygian. Images of an implant that gives pain and pleasure in an effort to force her to conform to their will. Of her in the mountains(which she considered her second home) and the being known as General Havok re-establishing control over her.

Lord Stygian rolled the name in his mind before he uttered it aloud. "Morgan St. Clair. You're perfect. I must have you."


In the reality Lord Stygian was observing, Morgan St. Clair stood on the mountain overlooking the ocean practicing a kata that her cousin Tommy Oliver had shown her. She had hoped it would relax her, but found out to her sorrow that it was not working.

It was only recently that General Havok had destroyed the neural blocker that kept the implant that kept the pleasure/pain implant from functioning. Now she was back under Havok's control, and he was leaving the pleasure aspect out controling her with only pain.

It was only a matter of time before Havok ordered her to turn on the rangers, especially her boyfriend Carlos Vallerte. Havok would order her to show them no mercy, and he would see to it that she complied.

This sucks Comet., she thought speaking telepathically to her White Comet Turbo zord parked nearby. Here I am practicing a kata hoping to relax me, and here I am worrying about when Havok is going to sic me on the rangers.

I am in agreement with you on this Morgan., Comet thought back. But Havok may be monitoring our telepathic link as we speak. If he discovers that I've warned anyone about Havok destroying the blocker, he will not hesitate to destroy you.

You are correct zord. I won't hesitate., came the evil voice of General Havok over the telepathic link. And since you are in need of a release of tension, allow me to provide you with such a release.

Just then twenty pirannahtrons appeared ready for battle. General, you can't do this, she will be overwhelmed., Comet thought.

Then her friends had better save her., Havok sneered cruely. Besides, it will help make the ranger's trust in her so much more stronger that it will devastate them when she shatters it. Ha, Ha, Ha!

The Pirannahtrons started to advance on Morgan as she got into a fighting stance. When the Pirannahtrons attacked they held nothing back, and neither did Morgan. In fact Morgan was cleaning house with the Pirannahtrons as she had already sent ten of them sprawling on the ground in the first thirty seconds of the fight.

The other rangers are on their way Morgan, Comet said, but from the way Morgan was fighting it seemed like she didn't need their help. Morgan had cut loose with her fighting knocking every Pirannahtron back. All the anger that she felt towards Divatox and Havok was being taken out on the Pirannahtrons, and the Pirannahtrons couldn't take it.

Soon they teleported out as the rangers teleported in. Carlos ran up to Morgan. "Are you all right?", he asked.

"Yeah Carlos, Tommy always said I carried a lot of repressed anger."

"And now?", T.J. asked.

"I don't feel all that repressed anymore." The other rangers laughed.

"You sure you're okay Morgan?", Ashley asked. "You seem a little edgy lately.

"I'm just worried about Divatox and Havok, and what stunt they're going to pull next.", Morgan said hoping the rangers wouldn't push further.

"Whatever it will be, it won't be good for us, that's for sure.", Cassie said. "Well we're going to teleport back to the Power Chamber. You coming?"

"No, I think I want to stay here for a while.", Morgan said. "The sea air is not too bad tonight."

Carlos came forward and kissed Morgan on the cheek. "You are full of surprises Morgan St. Clair."

"You don't know the half of it.", she said as Carlos and the other rangers teleported away leaving Morgan and White Comet alone, although not for too long.

"Well done Morgan.", Havok said applauding. "I trust the workout was…theraputic."

"Not really, I wasn't fighting you."

Havok then brought up the pain controller and sent a jolt of intense pain through Morgan's body, a scream passed through her lips as her knees buckled and sent her kneeling down before Havok.

"Never forget who your master is White Ranger. Nor you zord."

You will pay for this general. If not Morgan or I, then someone will., vowed White Comet.


Lord Stygian focused his mind to call on the one he would need to bring Morgan St. Clair to the reality he desired. "Pagemistress of Evil. I beseech you. Answer my call."

A swirl of dark flame appeared to eminate from the floor and twirled around as it dissipated to reveal a beautiful woman with black hair and a black outfit. This was the Pagemistress of Evil-the creator of the dark destinies of those who reside in her dimensions. "Lord Stygian. Why do you request my presence here?"

Lord Stygian tried to be humble with his greeting. "If it were within my power to rise and greet you properly I would. However, circumstances due to imprisonment keep me from rising."

"That is not an answer to my question. Why do you call for me?", the Pagemistress asked with a touch of anger in her voice.

"Very well.", Lord Stygian sighed. "I shall be released from my prison soon."

"This had better not be a call for me to be your intended mate. I already have my eye on someone."

Stygian could not believe his ears. "Are you still so hung up on Cranston? What is it about him that you find so arousing?"

"That is not your concern.", the Pagemistress responded. "Now answer my question. Why am I here?"

Stygian sighed and went about with his plan. "I have acquired two underlings who will be searching for an artifact I can use to free myself from this prison I am in. There is only one problem. They have attracted the ire of a team of rangers."

"And what does this have to do with me?", the Pagemistress asked.

"Within you're realms is a warrior. A unique physical specimen if I do say so myself. She is known as the White Turbo Ranger Morgan St. Clair. I wish to appropriate her as a means to deal with these rangers while my warriors search for the means to my freedom."

The Pagemistress listened to Stygian's plan and thought about it. "Morgan St. Clair has a destiny in her own realm that is clearly mapped out for her. I am loathe to turn her over to you for your own needs."

Stygian tried to reassure Pagemistress. "Rest assured I have no intention of diverting her from her established destiny in any way. I fully intend for her to be returned to you unchanged. Under no circumstances will I allow General Havok's control over her to be disrupted in anyway. And if by chance she finds a means to free herself I will strip this hope from her."

"And what of the implant? General Havok will not allow the control device to be turned over to you. He wants no one to take his prize possession.", the Pagemistress said.

"Since the General Havok who controls her exists in one of your realms, I believe you can…persuade him to 'loan' her to me.", Stygian said.

The Pagemistress thought about the plan Lord Stygian laid out for her and Morgan's role in it. "All right you may use her. But I will be watching her and if I see anything done to her that doesn't correspond with her destiny, then she will be pulled from her mission and sent back to General Havok."

Lord Stygian smiled beneath his mask. "Thank you Pagemistress."

"And now I must go to make the arrangements.", she said as she raised her arms and dissapeared in a wall of flame.


Morgan sat on her knees before Havok. Havok was relishing the moment of the White Turbo ranger kneeling at his feet. "And now that you know who your master is you will…

"TURN THE GIRL OVER TO ME!", said a voice from nearby. Havok and Morgan turned their heads and saw a stream of flame erupt revealing the form of the Evil Pagemistress.

"The presence of your servant is requested by another master.", the Pagemistress addressed. "I am here to take her to him."

"Then that master is out of luck.", Havok boasted. "The White Turbo ranger is mine." Havok then drew out his sword and attacked the Pagemistress. As Havok made ready to strike, the Pagemistress teleported away in a ball of flame and reappeared behind Havok. Pagemistress then fired a bolt of flame at Havok's butt and the jolt sent him howling.

"Talk about your hot seat.", Morgan said. Comet telepathically snickered at her little joke.

Havok didn't like being embarassed like that and made ready to attack the Pagemistress again. "I don't have time for this.", she said. And with a wave of her hand Havok was teleported away in a burst of flame.

Morgan came up to the evil woman. "Where did he go?"

"In an isolated base being tortured with a seventy-two hour Barney marathon. When he returns all he will be able to say is 'I love you. You love me.', and all that jazz. After that he will return."

"Well thanks for your help, now I think I'll be going home." Morgan then made her way to White Comet.

"Not so fast.", a stream of flame came from the Pagemistress's finger and dragged Morgan back like a dog on a leash. "Someone has need of you."

MORGAN!, Comet called.

"Oh you can come too zord., there's plenty of room.", and with a flash of flame the evil Pagemistress was gone, along with Morgan St. Clair and White Comet.


The stream of flame appeared in Stygian's chamber as the Pagemistress, Morgan St. Clair, and White Comet materialized. Stygian looked over Morgan in a way that made her uneasy.

"Remember our deal. She is not to be changed in anyway.", the Pagemistress said. Stygian nodded in confirmation and the Pagemistress teleported out of the chamber. Morgan took a look around her surroundings. "Not much for decorating are you?", she said taking in the stone architecture and spaces before her that showed images of different worlds.

Morgan looked at the worlds before her when she felt a jolt of pleasure rush through her. It had been so long since she had felt it at this sensation. Havok only used the pain setting now. But the feeling of pleasure made her realize an important fact–whoever this guy that wanted her was, he also had a means to control the implant.

"Turn and face me.", Stygian commanded. He had none of the blowhard attitude of General Havok, Valeyard's voice had an eerie smoothness to it. Morgan turned around to see the eyes of Stygian glowing. When the eyes stopped glowing the pleasure subsided.

"You probably haven't felt that in a long time. I figured that you could use…a treat."

"Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here?", Morgan asked.

"Those are good questions. You may adress me as Lord Stygian. You are in a realm between dimensions that serves as my current prison. A prison I intend to free myself from. As to why you are here? Well, because you my dear Morgan St. Clair are unique. And I pride myself on having unique people help me in my endeavors."

"Endeavors?", Morgan asked. "What endeavors are we talking about here?"

Stygian spoke. "Well as I mentioned I am going to be freeing myself soon. I have aides already working on the means as we speak, however my aides have attracted the ire of a few Power Rangers that could make my release…difficult. I am in need of someone who can…deal with them."

"Why not use the flunkies you've got?", Morgan asked.

"Don't think I haven't.", Stygian said.

"Got their butts kicked huh?", Morgan smirked at her comment. She knew Stygian was nothing like Divatox or Havok who were both loud and obnoxious as far as evil went. Stygian was a smooth operator. As he sat on his throne he had a regality about him as well as a menacing presence. Morgan once read that the devil was once considered the most beautiful angel to walk among heaven before he was cast out. Morgan had the strangest feeling that the same statement applied to the mysterious Lord Stygian as well.

Morgan decided to push a little further. "What makes you think I'll help you with anything? I know Power Rangers. Power Rangers fight against evil, and any that fight for evil are usually under some sort of control. Now something tells me you are not one of the good guys here. So why should I help you?"

Stygian's eyes glowed red and Morgan then felt an intense jolt of pain rush through her body. When the eyes faded so did the pain.

"That's why. I do not need any device to control you. I have power enough for that."

Morgan got up to compose herself. "So you can activate my implant without a control device, big deal that's nothing new. I still won't help you."

"Oh I'm sure I can change your mind.", Lord Stygian said. Just then a device appeared to float out of one of the crevaces and attatch itself to the underside of White Comet.

"If you care about nothing else, then think about your zord. On it's underside is a disruptor circuit bonded to the superstructure. If you betray me in anyway I will mentally send out a signal to the circuit which will fuse all it's systems and wipe out it's sentience, thus killing it."

Stygian then spoke to White Comet, "And if you betray me, I will activate her implant and set it to the 'danger' setting which would effectively kill her. If one of you bertays me then the other suffers for it. Now what is your decision?"

Morgan looked at White Comet. She couldn't let anything happen to her zord and partner. "Will Comet be travelling with me?", Morgan asked.

"Of course.", Stygian said.

"All Right, I accept your terms!", she said nodding her head down.

As do I, White Comet had stated.

"Good now it's time for you to meet your enemies.". With that images began to appear in front of Morgan. First was a ranger in red and black. "This is Jeff Kincaid. He is a ranger known as a Night Ranger. He draws his power from the supernatural aspects of the night itself which he controls. During the day however he is no stronger than your typical red ranger. When you strike, daytime would be preferable."

Next, Stygian brought up the image of the Emerald Ranger. "This is Emerald Ranger Cassandra Jensen. She possesses powers over the elements of earth, fire, air, and water. She also posseses fantastic mental powers, but limits their use due to her ranger code of honor."

A ranger in white appeared next. "This is Mackenzie Dekalb, White Astro Ranger. She posseses the most powerful of the Astro morphers ever devised with a wide range of abilities. She is known to show an attitude at times, and can be quite…abraisive. She is engaged to be married to Jeff Kincaid however. The two are very much in love.

A black and green armored ranger appeared next. "Adam Park. The Dragon Ranger. His is the prototype power source for the Dragon Ranger powers that he and the other team members created from destroyed power coins and aspects from other ranger powers. His love is Cassandra Jensen."

Morgan stood looking at the images that appeared before her as her targets were being laid out. Stygian was telling who they were and the best ways to beat them, which was probably why he told of their ties to each other. If push came to shove she could threaten their significant others. I won't let it come to that Comet., she told her zord.

Stygian continued to lay out Morgan's target, and showed a dark skinned teenager in silver. "Bruce Greene, Silver Centurion Ranger. He flies a silver firebird zord, and runs a rink on the planet Iocaste. Is currently in a relationship with former ranger Tanya Sloane. An expert fighter like Kincaid, will show no mercy if he has to.

"This ranger complements the Silver Centurion. The BlackGold Ranger.", an image of Ashley Hammond appeared dressed in a black ranger suit with gold trim. "She and Greene join their zords to become Duros the Duo warrior. She is now married to Andros, the Red Space Ranger from KO-35." An image of a young man with brown and blonde striped hair appeared with Ashley as they stood at the alter getting married.

Who is that with Ashley. I thought she would have married T.J. Last I checked those two were joined at the hip., Morgan thought. Stygian had picked up on the thought. "There are differences in all the realms. What may apply to one reality may not apply to another. One must look beneath the genetics in order to see the real individual. One of the differences between your world and your destination is that your final target is not the son of Divatox."

The image swirled to reveal a vison of Justin Stewart who looked close to 18 years of age still in his Blue Turbo Ranger uniform. "Yes it is Justin Stewart, the last Turbo Ranger. Even though he has none of the powers of Divatox, he is still the genius of your own reality as well as an excellent fighter. Watch out for him."

The images then ceased and Stygian faced his unwilling agent. "Now that you know your targets, do you have any questions?"

Morgan considered her options. Lord Stygian chose her and Comet to take these rangers out. He could easily have chosen another, why me?, she thought. Because of the implant? Because of my fighting ability? Because of my connection to White Comet? It would explain why he threatened him. And even though he chose me, would he choose another ranger from a different world if I don't work out? Or someone more eviler than Havok?

Morgan ran all the options and scenarios through her mind and came up with only one question. "When do I go?"


At the Greene Shootfighting rink, Kincaid was getting in some practice with a new young prospect. The teen had put forth quite the fight. Kincaid could tell that she was a high ranking black belt due to the graceful and perfect fighting style. She had also known where to hit on an opponent and got in a few good jabs at Kincaid. Kincaid also got in a few jabs at his opponent as well.

Kincaid then decided he had enough of toying with the prospect and grabbed the left arm of his opponent and swung it around placing it behind her back in a pinning predicament and tried to immobilized the right arm so that she would be placed in a crossface chicken wing. But Kincaid's opponent managed to reverse the hold and placed the chicken wing on Kincaid. Kincaid then signalled for the bell saying that he had submitted.

The opponent then released the hold and went to her corner for a sip from her water jug. Mackenzie then went up to Kincaid as he rubbed his shoulder. "You okay?", Mackenzie asked.

"Just my pride. That girl is quite the shooter."

"Who is she?", Mackenzie asked.

"Someone from out of town. She's staying for a few days before she has to go back to California. She needs a place to work out while she's here."

Mackenzie looked at the girl in the white shorts and t-shirt suspiciously. "What's her name?"

"Morgan St. Clair."


Morgan looked across the ring to where Kincaid and Mackenzie were talking. Geez, that guy is good. Next to Tommy I don't think I've had a more intense sparring session. She knew Kincaid would not be so easy on her next time, whether it be in a sparring session or the battlefield.

Still she needed to study her prey a little more. She had only arrived in Kincaid's dimension a day ago, and she had spent the day familiarizing herself with the town of Port Clinton. She then arrived at the shootfightink rink, and convinced Kincaid to give her a tryout. Morgan decided she needed to be ready when Stygian ordered her to take them out, as much as she didn't want to. What better place to work out than in the lion's den?, Morgan thought.

She noticed Mackenzie was giving her a look that said that she didn't necessarily believe that Morgan was on the up and up.

Morgan just looked at her and raised her water bottel as a greeting before taking another swallow. She doesn't trust me., Morgan thought. She's right not to.

END OF PART 5