Straight On Til Morning – The Transdimensional Archives

Disclaimer- Saban owns the Beetleborgs, the VR Troopers, the Power Rangers, and the Masked Rider, DIC owns the Real Ghostbusters, and I own just about everybody else in this fic. This fic is rated PG-13 by the Motion Picture Association of America for violence, language, and heavy stuff. It is the second in a five or six part miniseries (still haven't decided) within PC continuity. In PC terms, it is number 23, and occurs after "Second Star to the Right." For any other information, read the first story. Oh, terminology! Usual terms for Rangers apply, of course. Everybody knows the drill by now. Dex in costume is Masked Rider. Transformed Beetleborgs are referred to simply by color, such as "Chromium Gold." Troopers in costume are Blue, Black, and White Troopers, a concept which I'll admit I stole from Hellfire's "Alliances." Brownie points to anyone who gets the Gunstar ref!<center> Straight On "'til Morning by : Ellen Brand</center>

The Simudeck of the Astro Megaship had many uses. It can be a dojo for martial arts training, a vacation spot when someone wanted to relax, or even a lab for testing inventions and devices in certain situations. Currently it was acting as a sort of flight simulator, as Chris Sterling, the new Silver Astro Ranger, showed Andros exactly what he could do. "I admit, I didn't quite believe you at first, Ashley," Andros mused, speaking to the yellow-clad girl beside him. "But you were right, he can fly ANYTHING. This is the seventh type of craft we've tested him on, and he's handled all the simulations like a pro." "That's good, Chris," Carlos called, looking up from his console. "You've finished the course. Set her down now, okay?" A hideous crashing noise shook the room. "Fly, yes," Ashley sighed, shaking her head. "Land, no." Chris had not yet managed to set a single ship down in one piece. "They never dealt with docking maneuvers at the arcade," the newest Astro Ranger said sheepishly, as his fighter and course evaporated around him. "Nice going, Launchpad," TJ grinned. "Hey, any crash you can walk away from, right, DW?" the other boy responded easily. Ashley sighed. From the minute Chris and TJ had discovered their mutual love of Darkwing Duck, she had known she was doomed. Seeing Andros' puzzled expression, she explained. "It's a reference to a TV show that they're both WAY too old to be interested in." TJ and Chris stuck their tongues out at her. "Hey, Chris, don't forget, you're supposed to meet me, Jason, and Tommy back here in an hour for your lessons," TJ reminded the other boy. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll be there. In the meantime- I'm gonna go have lunch." Andros shook his head. "This is gonna be an interesting trip." <center><hr> </center> "Ah, sunshine, warm breezes, and little to no traffic." Peter Venkman turned his face up towards the sky. "I could ALMOST understand why people like this town." Beside him, Lita Kino grinned. "It's not that bad, really. After all, you're not an ACTIVE Morphin Warrior. You don't have to worry about getting ambushed or anything." "It's the principle of the thing," the Ghostbuster sniffed, eyes sparkling. "But I have to admit, this is a nice park." The two of them were sitting under a tree in Angel Grove Park, discussing psychology, superheroes, and anything else that came to mind. "Yeah, when it's not overrun by Tengas," the psychiatrist replied. "Speaking of the park, what does that meter say?" Peter looked at the activated PKE meter that lay beside him. "Twenty percent above normal for Angel Grove. A full fifty percent above normal for the rest of the world. Looks like Egon's theory is right about ley lines giving off PKE." "How did he blackmail you into doing the legwork for his research?" Lita teased. Peter grinned. "He didn't, exactly. But it's RAINING in New York, and we don't have any busts today, so I was looking for any excuse to come out here and have fun in the sun. This was it." "And are you having fun?" "More fun than I'd have alone in the firehouse, and more fun than I'd have in the Power Chamber. Egon and Ray are practically in a trance over those computers." "Justin's giving them the run-through?" "Yeah, and Ray's drooling at the thought of all the research he can do," Peter chuckled. "Egon's more interested in some of the technical stuff. I'm almost afraid to see what he's gonna come up with." "Well, I know it means a lot to the kids to have someone monitoring the Power Chamber- and it means a lot to the other Rangers to have someone monitoring the kids." Peter raised an eyebrow. "I thought that all the problems with "'you're too young' had been worked out after Muiranthias?" "Not exactly," Lita grimaced. "The older Rangers know they can't STOP the Turbos from joining the battle, and they certainly accept that the kids are more than competent to handle day-to-day threats, but- we've got FIVE villains circling this planet right now, and only five Rangers on call to stop them. It's like Fred says, the only thing working on our side is that the bad guys are incapable of working together. They can't do anything but stab each other in the back, so there's a limit to how much can come down on our heads at any one time." "Ah. How's he taking this? I didn't get much of a chance to talk to him when we first met the whole crew, but he seems to be the type to take all the stress of a situation on his shoulders." "He is, but unlike Tommy or Jason, he has a team that is already intimately familiar with the way such things work. Franklin will force him to delegate authority if necessary, Rosa knows just how to cheer him up, Justin ALWAYS has an answer when Fred needs one, and Tasha knows how to make him laugh and break the tension. Despite what the older Rangers think, the Turbos are in some ways BETTER equipped to deal with this job. They've seen the inside workings of the other teams for years, even if they didn't know what they were seeing." The two were silent for a moment, then Peter rose to his feet, offering Lita a hand. "Come on. Egon asked me to check out the old quarry, and then I thought I could treat my tour guide to lunch." Allowing him to help her up, Lita chuckled. "Dr. Venkman, you've got a deal." <center><hr> </center> "I really want to thank you for letting me do this," Parker O'Neil grinned, snapping pictures like mad. "This is going to be the story of the century!" Jason, staying well out of the way of the camera, chuckled. "Well, you've been conveying the truth about the Power Rangers to the people of Angel Grove for five years now. Why stop when you're ahead?" "And Andros is perfectly okay with this photo tour of the Megaship?" Parker asked, the flash never stopping. "Well, everyone knows it's there already, so he figures this can't hurt and might even help. People will be less worried about it if they see it's not a warship." Jason studied the journalist curiously. "Is that the only reason you came? The story? I mean, you don't have any powers or armor to protect you, just an anti-magical katana that Zordon and Alpha gave you." "Well, I had to come along to take care of my baby sister," the reporter grinned. Then his expression grew more serious. "I won't lie to you, Jason, the story was a big part of it. An in-depth, on-the-spot photo narrative of the Rangers' biggest battle in history? The chance to see alien planets and civilizations? This could win the Pulitzer! But the story wasn't the only reason I came. Part of it's just my natural reporter's curiosity, but also- how often does a guy get a chance to be involved in something like this? I became a reporter because I wanted to make a difference. And I do, and it's wonderful, without a doubt. But you guys- what you do makes a difference on a whole new scale, a planetary scale. The chance to be involved in something like that... Anyway, when Lil told me you needed a pilot, I jumped at the chance. And here I am." Jason shook his head. "It seems so strange. I used to dodge you every chance I got, way back when I was Red Ranger. Do you remember that?" Grinning, Parker nodded. "Of course. I also remember the few times you couldn't. Remember right after Tommy showed up?" "I was considering teleporting out and ditching you, but Kim and Trini convinced me that if I didn't give you an official story, who knew what the people of Angel Grove would think of Tommy?" "It's a good thing you did," Parker said soberly. "There was a lot of anti-Green Ranger sentiment out there, and some of the papers were fanning the flames." "Then your interview hit the papers, and he was a hero overnight." Jason shook his head. "Power of the press. Come on, let's finish your tour." <center><hr> </center> While Les Fortunes cowered as far back in the cavern as possible, Nukus, Horribelle and Vilor sized up the Shadowborg, their newest weapon against the Beetleborgs. The black humanoid robot scanned the room around it with large, black, rectangular optical sensors. Then, in a low, husky voice utterly devoid of emotion, it spoke. "Where is Vexor? And who are the three of you?" Something about the Shadowborg somehow suggested masculinity, and subconsciously the Crustaceans began to think of it as "he." Nukus stepped forward. For a long moment, the two warriors sized each other up, a twisted copy of a Beetleborg and a warrior in red armor who looked vaguely like a triceratops. "I am Nukus. I became an ally of Vexor's after your destruction. Regrettably, he was returned to the comic book world by the Beetleborgs. I managed to destroy their powers, but they have new ones, and I have not been able to defeat them as yet. That, I hope, is where you come in." Nukus then gestured to the two creatures on his left. "This is Horribelle, my second-in-command, and Vilor. And THAT, over there in the corner, is Les Fortunes. He is the cartoonist responsible for your- resurrection." "Fortunes?" Despite the dead tone of Shadowborg's voice, a note of curiosity was plainly audible. "As in Art Fortunes, creator of the Beetleborgs?" "He's my brother, thank you very much," Les snarled. "We don't like to advertise the relationship." "I can see why," Shadowborg replied dismissively. "Why have I been brought back?" Nukus chose his words carefully. Although the magic of his sword compelled the creatures brought to life to obey him, he was quite aware that Les' notes had stated that Shadowborg's intelligence was extremely high. It was uncertain just how far the induced loyalty would extend, and Nukus had no intention of pushing his luck. That had been Vexor's mistake. "I require the assistance of a warrior with your capabilities," the Crustacean leader explained. "You have been redesigned to be an even far more formidable force than before. Between the two of us, there is little we cannot accomplish." Shadowborg seemed to think about this for a long moment. Finally, he said, "What do you intend? I think you're intelligent enough to have something in mind other than a simple direct assault on the Beetleborgs." "Indeed. In fact, your first assignment will not even deal with those tin-plated heroes. First, I want you to go south, to Angel Grove." "The home of the Power Rangers?" Les blurted, before remembering that he didn't want to be noticed. "Exactly," Nukus rumbled. "The Power Rangers, as you may know, are Earth's most formidable fighting force. However, their power level seems to have decreased recently. Between that and the fact that you are an unfamiliar adversary, you should have the advantage over them. What do you say?" Shadowborg chuckled, a sound that sent chills up even Nukus' spine. "It sounds like fun. I'll be back later." With that, he turned and walked into one of the shadows of the crypt. Melting into it, he was suddenly gone. <center><hr> </center> "Hiyah!" Ecliptor watched impassively as Chelsea threw Trey over her shoulder with very little effort. The three of them were currently working out in the small gym on Ecliptor's scout ship. Designed for long interplanetary scouting missions, the ship was equipped with replicators, a gym, a computer room,- and only two bedrooms. That meant, of course, that Trey and Chelsea wound up sharing one room, which came equipped with only one rather small bunk. Luckily, both of them were mature enough not to be flustered by this for more than a few minutes. Although, Chelsea thought wryly, Trey did have a tendency to kick in his sleep. Parrying the punch her fiancT aimed at her, Chelsea pivoted smoothly, turning so that she held Trey's arms behind his back, and mimed bashing his head into the nearest wall. "I give," Trey laughed. She released him, and he shook out his arm. "Good workout, Chelse. Thanks." "Most impressive," Ecliptor allowed. "Perhaps you would allow me a turn?" Chelsea shrugged. "Sounds good to me, but leave your sword over there, okay?" The crystalline being did so, and the two of them began to circle around the mats as Trey watched in a combination of amusement and trepidation. Suddenly Ecliptor swung a punch at Chelsea's head. She ducked it and launched a kick into his ribs, wincing slightly at the impact. Backing off, she revised her strategy. Ecliptor was made of solid rock- she had to hit him in such a way as not to do any damage to herself. Another of Ecliptor's punches flashed out, striking Chelsea in the ribs. She dodged just in time to only catch part of the blow, but that was enough to half-knock the wind out of her. Cartwheeling around her opponent, she lashed out, sinking a kick into the back of Ecliptor's knee. He dropped to the ground, but was up almost immediately. As he grabbed for her, she locked onto his wrist. Pivoting, she set her hip into his midsection and tossed him over her shoulder. Ecliptor crashed into the ground and lay still for a moment. Then he rose to his feet, chuckling. "I underestimated you, I see. I'll not make that mistake again- and I feel sorry for the fools that do." Then he turned to Trey. "Marry her, and I don't think you'll need many bodyguards." Picking up his sword, he strode out of the room. Trey cocked an eyebrow at his girlfriend. "I think you got his respect." She nodded. "Yeah, but is that a GOOD thing? I mean, what does that say about me?" <center><hr> </center> "'Surf Spot,'" Fred read, looking up at the sign. "Anyone want to check this place out? I mean, we can't eat at Ernie's ALL the time." "Or my house," added Rosa. "Even WE don't have that much food." The five Turbo Rangers made their way into the building, looking around curiously. The interior layout was similar to the Juice Bar, which in and of itself wasn't unusual. It was a very common building plan for Angel Grove businesses. Unlike the Juice Bar, however, this was definitely not intended to act as a gym. Besides the eating area, there were pool tables everywhere, and Justin spotted a room in the back where a number of chessboards were set up. The five teens sat down at a table to look over the menu, and were surprised when a Rocky-size plate of french fries was suddenly set down in front of them. "I'm sorry, but we didn't order these," Franklin told the woman politely. "They're on the house," she responded. "Name's Adelle Ferguson. I run this place." "Nice to meet you, Ms. Ferguson," Rosa replied, quickly followed by nods from the other four. "Please, call me Adelle. You just chow down on those, and I'll be back for your order in a minute." She left, and the kids immediately began to chow down on the fries. "Man, these are good," Tasha remarked, swallowing. "No kidding," Justin agreed. "I vote we eat here more often. All in favor?" Four hands went up around the table. Suddenly a familiar six-tone beep sounded, startling the five. Quickly, they headed into one of the hallways, although not before Rosa grabbed one last handful of fries. "This is Fred. What's up?" the Red Turbo Ranger asked. Egon Spengler's bass voice sounded very odd coming through the little speaker. "Something just appeared in downtown Angel Grove. Readings show that it is highly powerful and of a configuration that doesn't match any of Zordon's files." "And it's shooting up cars, too, so I don't think you have to worry about whose side it's on," Ray Stantz added. "Got it. We're on our way." Cutting off the connection, Fred turned to his second-in-command. "We clear?" After a quick check, Franklin nodded. "Yeah, we're clear." "Shift into Turbo!" In a flash of light and color, the Rangers were teleported to the main plaza of town, where their battle with Ivan Ooze had begun, little more than a month ago. Their opponent had toppled the statue of the original six Rangers, and was taking out everything that moved with some sort of laser. The sound of sirens in the background indicated that not everyone had been able to escape from the attack this time. Beneath his helmet, Red Turbo's expression hardened. "Anybody know who or what that is?" he asked, in a voice like solid steel. "Shadowborg!" Pink Turbo cried. "I saw it on the news. It fought the Beetleborgs to a standstill, before they finally destroyed it. He's bad news." "Well, there's five of us, and only three of them. We've got that on our side, at least," Red Turbo mused. "I'll get his attention. You guys flank him, and beep me when you get into position. And be very careful, guys. We've got no idea what this guy is capable of." "Right." As the other Rangers quietly spread out around the square, Red Turbo took a moment to silently pray that he wasn't getting in over his head. But what other choice did he have? With that thought in mind, he stepped forward. "Hey!" he called. Rather than whirling around, Shadowborg turned lazily, almost as if he couldn't care less what was behind him. ~ Bad sign,~ Red Turbo grimaced. ~ Oh well, the show must go on.~ "What do you want here?" "I've been waiting for you, Power Rangers," Shadowborg replied huskily. "I want to test my skills against warriors as skilled as you. It's a bit of a disappointment, though. I've already had my fill of fighting children." ~ What does he mean by that?~ Red Turbo thought, puzzled. Then he pushed the question away. ~ No time to think about that now.~ "Well, I'm terribly sorry, but I'm all you've got. But hey, give me a try. Maybe I'll surprise you." "I doubt that." Suddenly, without so much as a bit of warning, Shadowborg whirled and fired. Only Blue Turbo's phenomenal agility saved him from destruction. "Standard flanking maneuver. How- predictable." Whirling again, he began to open fire on all of the Turbo Rangers, somehow knowing exactly where they were. "Regroup!" Red Turbo yelled, moving in for a strike. It never landed, however. A brutal kick by Shadowborg knocked him back into his teammates. "That worked real well," Yellow Turbo grimaced, helping Red Turbo to his feet. "To think, I was told the Power Rangers were Earth's greatest defenders," Shadowborg mocked. "You're nothing but the latest in a long line of losers. Powers, Battle Mecha, everything, continually lost to the arrogance of your leaders." Beside him, Green Turbo felt Red Turbo stiffen with anger, and laid a cautionary hand on his friend's shoulder. "Easy," he said quietly. "He's just trying to push your buttons." "You'd know a great deal about that, wouldn't you, Green Ranger?" Shadowborg asked smoothly. "Always the one in the background, but always in control? Perhaps you're too afraid to take the responsibility of the leadership position?" "This guy's full of it, but he's done his homework," Pink Turbo growled. "I say we take him out NOW." "I agree," Red Turbo replied. "Autoblasters!" Despite the Turbo Rangers phenomenal speed, Shadowborg was somehow able to draw and fire his Shadow Laser into the five of them, knocking them in all directions. "Weapons!" Red Turbo yelled. "Hit him from all sides." The Turbo Rangers fought valiantly, but the Shadowborg seemed to throw them aside without effort. Yellow Turbo's Star Chargers were completely ineffective, and short-ranged to boot. A casual cuff sent her flying into a wall. Falling to the ground, she did not rise. "NO!" Blue Turbo cried, leveling his Hand Blasters at Shadowborg. Before he could open fire, though, a blast from the Shadow Laser sent him hurtling back into another wall, where he slumped to the ground as well. Dodging Pink Turbo's energy bolts, Shadowborg easily picked the girl up and threw her into a lamppost. Now only Red and Green Turbos remained, looking at Shadowborg warily. "This is a slaughter," Green Turbo grimaced. "I'm going to try and hit him with Cannon shots from too far for him to get me. You stand by, all right?" Red Turbo nodded, biting his lip as his friend began to circle their target. Suddenly, Shadowborg extended his arm and a claw attached to a cable shot forth, encircling Green Turbo's neck. Laughing coldly, Shadowborg reeled the boy in like a fisherman bringing in a bass. Picking him up, the robot easily threw to the ground and then turned towards the last Ranger. Taking a deep breath, Red Turbo readied his Lightning Sword and fought down the panic he felt. If he was going down today, he'd damn well take this bucket of bolts with him. "Just you and me, now, ugly," he growled, careful to keep any hint of a tremor out of his voice. "Too true, Ranger. Not much of a leader, are you? Can't take me down, can't protect your friends- and you can't save your city. Why don't you just put down your sword and give up?" For a split second, Red Turbo felt disoriented. Why not do as Shadowborg suggested? He was a failure, pure and simple. It would be so easy... Then he shook his head violently. "Not a chance, Shadowborg. Rangers NEVER give up." "So be it." Suddenly Shadowborg swung its arm around, whipping its cable and claw towards Red Turbo's sword. The Ranger braced himself, thinking that Shadowborg intended to snare the sword and pull him off-balance. Instead, however, the cable snapped out straight, shearing through the sword as if it were butter. A blast with the Shadow Laser knocked Red Turbo to the pavement. "Pathetic," Shadowborg mocked. "Still, not a bad warm-up. Now for the spoils of my victory." Extending a hand to the sky, he began to glow with a strange black light. As if in response, the Turbo Rangers began to glow in their respective colors as tendrils of light floated from them to Shadowborg. Five voices were raised in agony, as the Turbo Rangers' screams bounced from every wall in the plaza. Suddenly their costumes began to flicker and die. Just before Shadowborg could absorb the last of their energy, they dissolved into five columns of colored sparks and were gone. "He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day," Shadowborg mused. "And I'll be waiting." Pulling his Shadow Laser, he began to fire shot after carefully aimed shot at the buildings around him. One by one, structures crumbled to the ground as the mocking laughter of the Shadowborg rang through the city. Stopping, the robot then saluted the television crews watching in horror. "Your defenders have fallen, humans!" he cried. "Soon, the Earth will belong to Nukus!" Turning, he walked into the shadow of one of the still-standing buildings and was gone. <center><hr> </center> Chris looked around the Simudeck nervously. The other Rangers had insisted that he take an intensive course in hand-to-hand combat, and he really couldn't blame them. Technically, his Silver powers should tell him what to do, but they were so weak and screwed up from going into cryogenic suspension with Andros' friend, they couldn't be relied on to do more than their basic job, and that only for three minutes. Still- spending the next hour in a small room with a bunch of jocks, jocks who were going to be trying to hit him, was not the best thing for his nerves. Now dressed in a sweatsuit, the newest Ranger scanned the Simudeck. It looked like a Red Ranger convention, he thought semi-sourly. Jason, Andros, and Tommy were all there, as well as TJ. ~ One friendly face,~

Chris mentally sighed. Not that the other three weren't nice, but- Andros was so distant, and as for Tommy and Jason, well, they were exactly the kind of guys who had made his life miserable for the last fifteen years. "Ready?" TJ asked, a small grin on his face. "No, but do I have a choice?" Chris shot back. Tommy chuckled. "Okay, then, let's begin." Clustering around their student, the four boys began to demonstrate punches, kicks, and throws. Half an hour later, the really interesting part began. With a few quick keystrokes, Andros created a troop of Craterites, holographic warriors, and sicced them on Chris. As the first one approached his target, Chris surprised everyone by dodging. A few more quick moves, and the new Silver Astro Ranger had the Craterites knocking each other out every time they threw a punch. A few quick strikes from behind mopped up the last of them. Dusting off his hands, Chris turned to his instructors, who were looking at him in astonishment. "I've been the least popular guy in Dry Creek for fifteen years," Chris informed them. "Taught me to become an expert in the twin arts of Duck and Cover." Tommy shook his head. "Not bad, but what happens if they back you into a corner? Sooner or later, you're going to have to fight." Chris sighed, but nodded. Clustering around him again, they returned to the task at hand. <center><hr> </center> "So, did you hear about Josh?" Jo McCormick asked her brother. The three children were currently walking through downtown Charterville, enjoying the bright sunshine. "Just that he passed out on the floor of Zoom Comics," Drew replied. "Roland, how is he, do you know?" "Well, Nano called the ambulance, and they came and took him to the hospital. I haven't heard anything else, though." "Weird, huh?" Jo mused. "I wonder what could have caused it?" Roland shrugged. "Beats me. Drew? What do you think?" Drew did not answer. Turning, Jo and Roland discovered their friend staring at the window of the local electronics store, his face the color of chalk. "Drew? What's wrong?" Jo asked, concerned. Drew simply turned her towards one of the television sets in the window. Roland followed suit, and all three stood in astonishment. On the screen, the Shadowborg was ripping his way through the Power Rangers, throwing them around like ragdolls. Dimly, they could hear the voice of Bunny Bodelle giving commentary as they watched. "That was the scene here in Angel Grove less than an hour ago, when the Shadowborg, a monster long thought destroyed by our own Beetleborgs, laid siege to the city and even managed to drive off the Power Rangers. Currently the police have barricaded the area, and we are trying to get some answers to our questions." The picture then shifted to police milling in all directions. In the center of the shot, a knot of reporters clustered around an Asian man in his early forties. "Detective Park! What happened here?" a voice called out. "Are the Power Rangers all right?" cried another. Trevor raised his hands. "Look, all we know at the moment is this Shadowborg thing appeared out of nowhere and basically ripped the city apart. The Rangers were forced to retreat, but I think we all know the stupidity of counting them out yet. That is ALL we know at this time. No further comments, and get those cameras OUT of my face!" The detective strode away from the reporters, and most were smart enough not to follow him. Vaguely, the three children could hear the detective roaring at the few foolhardy souls that did. "I like that guy," Roland mused. "Wish somebody on the police force stuck up for US with the press." "We've got to get to Angel Grove," Drew said urgently. "As soon as possible." "Why?" Jo frowned. "Shadowborg's gone." "For now," her brother replied. "But you know he'll be back. If he's taking on the Power Rangers, he won't stop until he's destroyed them. We're going to Angel Grove to examine the wreckage, see if we can't figure out what's new about him." "Okay, so how do we get there?" Roland asked. Drew grinned. "Sector Cycles, of course. Go home, get your bike, and meet us at the city limits sign, to the south. We'll borg there and ride down to Angel Grove in a flash." "Sounds good to me," Roland replied. "See you there!" He then ran off in a hurry, leaving Drew and Jo to head back to their house. <center><hr> </center> "Give it another twenty minutes, you should be ready to fight," Ray Stantz reported, looking up from the readings he was examining. "Not all the way back to normal, but fighting trim." Franklin winced. Shadowborg had done a real number on their powers. No sooner had they been teleported back into the Power Chamber than their powers had failed them completely, leaving them in their civvies. "Thanks, Dr. Stantz," he sighed. The occultist flashed him a quick grin. "I told you, Franklin. Call me Ray. But enough about the powers. How are all are you guys?" "No injuries- physical, at least." Franklin cast a look over at one of the rooms off the Power Chamber, where Peter and Lita had taken Fred to try and talk some sense into him. The Red Turbo Ranger had been seriously affected by the things Shadowborg had said, and also by the incredible one-sidedness of the battle. "I think most of us are all right," he continued. Then he grinned. "Justin sure bounced back quickly." Ray followed his gaze to where the Blue Turbo Ranger and Egon were deeply engaged in an analysis of their enemy. "That egghead?" Tasha broke in. "You could drop him in a rat-infested dungeon, complete with every type of vermin known to man, and Rito Revolto as a cellmate, and he'd be happy as long as he had a physics problem to do." Despite her rough words, the affection she felt for her teammate was quite obvious. Winston chuckled. "What are you guys going to do, anyway?" the oldest of the Ghostbusters asked seriously. "I don't think getting your rears handed to you on the battlefield is SOP." Rosa snorted. "No kidding. We probably ought to wait for Fred before we start planning strategy, but I think reinforcements are in order." Franklin nodded. "The question is, where do we get them? We can't call the Rangers back from space. We'd better get to thinking- hard." <center><hr> </center> "Are you the last out of there?" Cassie asked as Rocky left the Megaship's shower unit. He nodded. "It's all yours, Cassie. Just remember to change the sign." Grinning, she moved past him and through the door, flipping the placard hanging on the door from the blue side to the pink side. Rocky chuckled. That had been one of the first questions to arise on a ship full of people- how to work around a unisex shower room? The placard had been his suggestion, adopted from a family camping trip that his father had taken the entire brood on. The only problem had been explaining to Andros the significance of the colors. Apparently, on KO-35, boy babies wore red and girl babies wore green. Heading back to the room he shared with Adam, Rocky shook his head, thinking about the phenomenal adaptability of sentient beings, and especially Rangers. Many of the team were only children, and the ones that weren't only had one or two siblings. He and TJ were really the only ones who had grown up in conditions something like this, and even they hadn't had twenty-some people crammed into a sardine can like this. Yet barely one day into their trip, everyone had adapted, and it was almost impossible to think of life any other way. ~ Thank goodness for synthetrons,~ he thought with a grin. ~ We NEVER could have carried that much food with us.~

The teams had doubled up on occupancy, which hadn't been hard because most of the beds grew an extra bunk with the push of a button. Rocky, who had never had much privacy in his life anyway, didn't think much of it, but he could see how some of the others were having to make sacrifices. Luckily, even the intensely private Billy was dealing well with it, in part because he was rooming with Jason. Those two had known each other for so long, Rocky wasn't sure they had ANY secrets left between them anymore. Reaching the door to his room, Rocky palmed the switch that activated it. As it whooshed open, he saw Adam and Tanya, sitting on Adam's bed and talking. They looked up as he entered, and he grinned. "Don't mind me," he told them innocently. "Too bad we don't have a doorknob," he continued, ignoring the glare Adam was feeding him. "You could put a tie on it, tell me to keep out." Ducking the pillow that Adam pitched at him, Rocky grabbed the book he had come for and made tracks, laughing to himself. No doubt about it, this was going to be an adventure. <center><hr> </center> Peter sighed slightly. He'd been fairly flattered when Lita had asked him to help her talk to Fred, but he hadn't realized just how bad the kid's condition could get. The boy was simply sitting in a heap, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. Lita, however, seemed to have seen this sort of thing before. Walking over to him, she gently turned his head so that he was looking directly at the two adults. Peter winced at the expression of utter emptiness in the boy's eyes. "Fred?" Lita asked quietly. "What's wrong? Come on, please, talk to me." "I failed. That thing just- swatted us like flies. If Dr. Spengler and Ray hadn't pulled us out, he would have stolen our powers, and probably killed us. And it's all my fault." "How could you know how powerful that thing was?" Peter asked, coming forward. "It's not like you could just wave a PKE meter at it and say "'Class seven, big trouble.' And you didn't rush in there or anything. I'd say you showed a pretty healthy respect for what that thing might be able to do." "But he could have- he almost KILLED the rest of the team. I should have been able to stop them. It was my responsibility." Lita sighed. "Being the leader of the team does not mean that everything that goes wrong is your fault, Fred, regardless of how Jason and Tommy behave. Shadowborg caught you off guard, but that happens to everybody. What's important is that you learn from it." Fred still refused to meet her eyes, and Peter frowned. He'd seen that look on Egon's face a time or two, and he knew what it meant. "There's more to this "'failure' thing, isn't there? You feel like you've always got to be the one to protect everybody? Why?" the psychologist asked carefully. For a minute, Fred looked as if he wasn't going to answer. Then the words burst from his throat in a torrent. "Look at me! I'm the smallest on the team- a head shorter than either of the GIRLS, and no muscles to boot. Franklin and Justin are both beginning to hit their growth spurts, but not me. I'm just a shrimpy little bundle of sticks." Light dawned behind Peter's eyes. "So that's what this is about." Lita shot him a look, so he explained. "Think about it. Tommy's what, six foot one? Six-two? And Jason, he may be short on the grand scale of things, but he's still an inch or so taller than anyone on the Morphin Warriors- well, except maybe Skull. Besides, Jason's got them all beat in muscle mass. Red Rangers are supposed to be the most imposing, but Fred here- he's the one who's most obviously a kid. I'd imagine he tries to make up for that by being the best leader he can be." Turning, the Ghostbuster caught the gaze of his patient once again. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were buying into what that chrome-plated nut said about Franklin." Fred's head shot up. "What? No way! If there's anybody I know who WOULDN'T scheme behind my back, it's Franklin Park." "Oh, I know that. Most loyal kid I've seen in my life, and considering who he hangs out with, that's saying quite a bit," the psychologist continued easily. "But if you're such a lousy leader, why else would he still follow you? Can't be because he respects your decisions. So he must be running the whole show from the background and letting you take the fall, huh?" Fred opened his mouth to protest, and then began to laugh. "You've got a point, Dr. Venkman," the boy admitted. "And I need my head examined for listening to Shadowborg." "Hey," Lita grinned. "That's what we're here for." He nodded, getting to his feet. "Thanks. I appreciate it." <center><hr> </center> "I think I'm gonna be sick," Platinum Purple whispered. The three Beetleborgs, now clad in their armor, were exploring one of the buildings that Shadowborg had brought down with a few shots. "Not inside your helmet, you're not," Titanium Silver retorted. "Just take a few deep breaths, it'll go away." "Can we stay on the task at hand?" Chromium Gold sighed. "Roland, what do you make of this?" He pointed at a beam that had been sheared completely in two. Titanium Silver whistled. "Load-bearing member, hardened steel. He blasted all the way through it with one shot. See, one clean edge. I'd say his power's doubled, at least." "Great. Nukus has outdone himself this time," grumbled Chromium Gold. "May I ask what the three of you are doing in here?" a voice asked pleasantly. The three armor-clad heroes whirled. Standing behind them was the police detective that they had seen on the news. Detective Park, Platinum Purple remembered. "Oh- We're the Beetleborgs, from Charterville," Chromium Gold replied. "We're checking out the damage, trying to get an idea of what improvements have been made on Shadowborg since the last time we crossed him," added Titanium Silver. Trevor raised an eyebrow. "You're planning to take him on all by yourselves?" "If we have to," acknowledged Chromium Gold. Platinum Purple added "But we're not looking forward to it." "Do you think the Power Rangers would be willing to help us?" Titanium Silver finished. Trevor grinned. "I don't know. Let me ask." To the surprise of the Beetleborgs, Trevor slid the sleeve of his jacket back to reveal a strange looking wristband. "Trevor Park to Power Chamber, come in." "Power Chamber here," Ray Stantz's voice replied. "What's up, Detective?" "I'm here talking to the Beetleborgs. They want to know if the Power Rangers want to join forces." "Do we ever!" a high voice broke in. The Beetleborgs exchanged looks. Despite their relatively small size, it had never crossed their minds that the Power Rangers might be young teens as well. "This is the Red Ranger, and if you guys are willing to help us out, we'd love to have you. Mind if we teleport you to the Power Chamber?" Chromium Gold shrugged. "No, go ahead." Suddenly a strange tingling feeling swept over him and he felt himself dissolve. Trevor Park watched in amusement as three columns of light streaked towards the sky. One was blue edged with gold, one green edged with silver, and the third red edged with purple. Chuckling, the detective turned around and headed back towards the rest of the investigation. <center><hr> </center> The Astro Megaship rocked again as Chris and Ashley raced onto the bridge. "Sorry," the Yellow Astro Ranger apologized. "The turbolifts are down, and we had to come up six decks on the ladder." "Find a seat and start shooting," Andros ordered. "Chris, come over here and help me fly this thing before somebody puts a hole in it." The Silver Astro Ranger did as ordered, smoothly taking over the steering controls. "So, did we hit a speed trap, or is somebody just having a bad day?" he asked, trying a few maneuvers. "We were just flying along, minding our own business, when bam! These guys decloak and start firing on us!" Carlos replied. "Maybe they don't like our bumper stickers." "They're Dianth Clan pirates," Andros replied shortly. "I caught sigils on the crafts shortly before the shooting started." "Dianth Clan? Who are they, exactly?" asked TJ. "And should we try to outrun them or out-shoot them?" Cassie added. "The Dianth Clan are the worst pirates in nine sectors of space," explained Andros. "You've met already met one- Divatox, although she's a bit of a disappointment to the Elders. If we run, they'll chase us until we're all dead in the water. Our only choice is to fight." "Don't look at me!" Chris growled. "This thing ain't exactly Veritech, you know. I'm lucky I can dodge HALF of what they're shooting at us." "We're SERIOUSLY outnumbered," Ashley announced. "Carlos, TJ, lock on Mega lasers," Andros instructed. "At the very least, we can take most of them with us." For long minutes, the battle raged on, the gargantuan Megaship against the smaller, more agile Dianth fighters. "Andros, we're getting our rears fried here!" Carlos cried. "Tell me something I don't know!" "There's a HUGE ship moving in from heading 0-45!" Cassie called. TJ looked up towards the main podium. "What does that mean?" Andros sighed. "Either we've been rescued- or they've called for reinforcements." The question was answered as the newcomer opened fire on the Dianth ships. Outclassed and outgunned, the pirate fighters quickly turned tail and split. "Andros," Cassie called suddenly, "I've got a call coming in over the subspace frequencies." "On screen." The screen suddenly flared to life, showing a handsome humanoid male, seemingly in his late teens. "Greetings, Astro Megaship. I am J'neth, Captain of the ~ Starlight.~

Are you in need of assistance or repairs?" Andros nodded. "Both- and information. Permission to dock?" "Permission granted. I look forward the this conversation." With that, the screen winked out. Cassie raised an eyebrow. "Who was THAT?" "That was J'neth, current Fleetleader for Clan Starrunner." "Who?" Andros took a deep breath. "Another pirate clan." <center><hr> </center> "Mmmm." Josh Baldwin slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times as the world swam into focus. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was falling to the floor of Zoom Comics, and everything going black. Opening his eyes further, he realized he was lying in a bed in some sort of room. The walls were of an appalling shade of pale blue, leaving only one conclusion. "I'm in the hospital?" he asked the room at large. "Well, I see you're up, Josh." A man of about twenty, dressed in nurse's scrubs, entered the room armed with a clipboard. "You gave us all quite a fright." "How long have I been out?" he asked, wiping the last of the sleep from his eyes. "Almost a day now," the nurse replied, pulling out a penlight. After testing Josh for pupillary response and memory loss, he stood up. "Your parents are at home, if you're wondering. We weren't expecting you to wake up so soon. I'll have somebody contact them immediately." "Thanks," Josh replied. "Hey, can I use this phone?" "If you want," the nurse grinned. "Just remember, it's charged to your bill." Then he left. Settling back on his pillow with a sigh, Josh turned on the television. Flipping through the channels, he quickly found Bunny Bodelle's latest newscast from Angel Grove. "And it seems that Charterville's own Beetleborgs have come down to Angel Grove to deal with this menace. Not ten minutes ago, our armor-clad heroes were seen talking to Detective Trevor Park in the midst of the damage caused by the Shadowborg." The broadcast went on, but Josh didn't hear it. The Shadowborg? Alive? This was the stuff of his worst nightmares. Clicking off the television, Josh fumbled for the phone. Quickly, he dialed a number that he was surprised he even remembered. "Hi, Mrs. McCormick. This is Josh Baldwin. No, I'm fine, really. Is Drew there? He's where? I see. No, I'm just bored and I wanted to talk. Thanks." Hanging up, he tried another number. "Hey, Nano. This is Josh. What? Well, I feel fine, thanks. No, I didn't hit my head or anything. Listen, Nano, I was wondering if Roland was there. Out with Drew and Jo? Okay, thanks. No, I just wanted to talk. Bye." Setting the phone back on its cradle, Josh began to think. He needed answers, but who else could he call? Hillhurst didn't have a phone- as far as he knew- and he certainly couldn't sneak out of the hospital and go in person, even if his civilian powers were back. Who else was there that could possibly get him some answers? Suddenly he smiled and picked up the phone again. "Art Fortunes speaking, how did you get this number?" Josh couldn't help but laugh. It had been a while since he had seen the semi-reclusive comic artist, but he sounded just about the same. "Mr. Fortunes, this is Josh Baldwin. White Blaster Beetleborg, remember?" "I remember. How are you doing, Josh?" "I'm in the hospital. I passed out on the floor of Zoom Comics, and I think I know why. Turn the television on, Channel 17." There was a click from the other end of the line as Art did so, then dead silence for a few minutes. Finally Art spoke. "Oh my God... I didn't think even Lester could do something like that." "Tell me about it. Could I have gotten my powers back? Is that why I passed out?" "Hmmm." Art thought about that for a minute. "Well, you probably have the civilian powers, but you won't be able to borg. Your White Blaster powers were based on a sort of matrix formed by the other three. With those powers destroyed by Nukus, you have nothing to borg into." "Great," Josh sighed. "Anyway, I tried to call the others, but I couldn't get a hold of them. Do you think you could head up to Hillhurst and get some answers for me?" Art chuckled. "Sure, why not? It's been too long since someone stuck me between two slices of bread anyway. You just relax and try to recover. You're going to be a bit woozy from the power transfer for a while." "Okay. Be careful." "You too." Hanging up the phone, Josh lay back against his pillows once again. He did not like the way this was headed. Not one bit. <center><hr> </center> A light footstep behind her caused Chelsea look up from the screen she was engrossed in. Turning, she saw Ecliptor standing in the doorway of the data library, watching her. "You don't startle easily, do you?" he asked, an amused tone in his voice. She chuckled. "After Putties, Tengas, Cogs, Piranhatrons, and Quantrons popping out of the ground in front of you, you come to expect surprises. What can I do for you?" She didn't trust Dark Specter's henchman any further than Trey did, but she saw no reason not to be civil about it. "I heard noises in here and wanted to check it out. Never know what can be hiding in the depths of a ship. What are you looking for? Anything in particular?" "Just history texts. All I know about the galaxy is what was in Pyramidas' computer banks." "Most of this was written by members of the Alliance of Evil," Ecliptor informed her. Chelsea shrugged. "All the more reason to read it. If you want the whole story on ANYTHING, you have to read both sides. The forces of Good do occasionally re-write history to serve their own purposes." "Not words I'd expect to hear from someone who spends so much time in the company of Rangers." She laughed. "Actually, Tommy taught me that, a long time ago. History is written by the victors- but the losers usually have more truth to tell." "Rather a cynical view for one of Zordon's chosen," the crystalline warrior mused. "We grew up in one of the nastiest neighborhoods in Los Angeles. Cynicism is a survival trait there. You know, in a strange way, becoming Rita's Green Ranger was actually good for him. It was so easy to look at the world around us and think that there wasn't any good or evil, only winners and losers. Tommy was definitely not a loser. He had a hunter's instincts, which is why Rita chose him. But in a way, that showed him what the end of that path would be like. Then he joined Zordon's Rangers, and the rest is history." She cocked her head. "You know, you're a great deal like him, especially when he was Green. Pain, anger, all locked up beneath an emotionless surface. A hunter who only takes joy in the hunt, because anything else might break his self-control." Then she chuckled. "But I don't think you're all that flattered by the comparison." "I know the spirit in which you meant it," Ecliptor replied. "In some ways, you remind me of Astronoma. Capable, intelligent, completely unwilling to take no for an answer..." "You like her, huh?" Somehow, Chelsea had never thought of villains as having that type of feeling for each other, but everything from the wistful tone in Ecliptor's voice to the set of his body reinforced the idea. Suddenly a quiet cough from the door startled them both. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Trey asked, in a tone that suggested he'd better not have. Ecliptor chuckled, rising from the table. "She's not my type," he shot back, pushing past Trey and walking out the door. "What was all that about?" Trey asked. "You two looked like you were getting pretty cozy." Chelsea regarded him in amusement. "I know you're not dumb enough to be jealous, Trey." Despite her smile, the warning was quite clear. "After all, I'm NOT your property." "I'm not jealous," Trey insisted. "I'm just worried about you. This guy is Dark Specter's right-hand man! He's responsible for the destruction of innocent worlds all across the galaxy." "Maybe so," she acknowledged, "but right now he's the one giving us a ride. I want to stay on his good side, don't you?" Trey had no real answer for that. <center><hr> </center> "Wow," Titanium Silver breathed, as his component molecules re-assembled themselves. "This place is fantastic!" "No kidding," Platinum Purple agreed. While the other two Beetleborgs were sizing up the Power Chamber, Chromium Gold's attention was occupied by the people in it. He didn't get a feeling of threat from any of them, but he examined them anyway, out of habit. Four of the five grown-ups in the room, the four men, looked awfully familiar, but he couldn't exactly place them at the moment. Then one of the kids stepped forward. "I'm Fred Kelman, Red Turbo Ranger," he announced. "These are the other Turbo Rangers: Franklin Park, Green; Rosa De Santos, Pink; Tasha Young, Yellow; and Justin Stewart, Blue. The guys in the corner are our friend and team psychiatrist, Dr. Lita Kino, and the Ghostbusters, who are temporarily helping us out in the support staff department." "I thought you guys looked familiar," Titanium Silver blurted. "Well of course you did," Peter preened. "We're famous." The other Ghostbusters just rolled their eyes. "We trust you with our identities," Fred broke in, returning the Beetleborgs' attention to him. "You can trust us with yours." After exchanging glances with his teammates, Chromium Gold nodded. "Backblast!" In a flash of light, the Beetleborgs' armor evaporated, leaving Drew eye-to-eye with Fred Kelman, who still stood in front of him. Fred's mouth quirked. "Man, I can't WAIT "'til Tommy gets back," he chuckled. "This is the last time I'm going to get a lecture on being "too young for the job." Drew shrugged. "I'm Drew McCormick, and this my best friend, Roland Williams, and my sister Jo." He extended his hand, which Fred shook firmly. "Well, we're glad you're here," Tasha spoke up. "We're SERIOUSLY going to need your help if we're gonna stop Shadowborg." "It won't be easy. We barely stopped him before, and that was before Nukus re-designed him," Roland replied seriously. Justin cocked his head. "I think we'd better start with a rundown on exactly what the set-up is with you guys. Where you get your powers, your monsters, and who your enemies are. We can't afford to assume ANYTHING." Taking a deep breath, Drew launched into the story of how the Beetleborgs had released Flabber, the phasm of Hillhurst, who had then given them the power of Beetleborgs. As he went on, Jo and Roland filled in any gaps he left, taking the narrative up to the present day and the reign of Nukus. "So- these monsters come from COMIC BOOK drawings?" Franklin asked, incredulous." Rosa shrugged. "It's no weirder than Lord Zedd's beam that made monsters out of trumpets and cicadas," she reminded him. "Is there anyone you've got on support that we should bring in on this?" Fred asked. "We're gonna need all the help we can get." "Flabber," Jo replied. "But he can't leave the grounds of Hillhurst. He's from another dimension, and he can't manifest anywhere else." "Ley nexus?" Franklin asked, lookin