Power Rangers: Stolen World
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				Title: <strong>Power Rangers: Stolen World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 21:50:08</strong>
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				Power Rangers. For as long as we have known them, in their many incarnations, they have been symbols of truth and justice, our guardians and defenders. For a time, it seemed as though it would always be so, but in the year 2012, we were taught a harsh lesson in reality. We were shown that courage was a strength as breakable as any other, and that even the Rangers were not exempt. <br><br>Niberu came, great and dark, it's surface blotting out our sky. The dull black planet was almost devoid of life, only faded lines of lights showing what used to be the cities that sprawled over it's entire surface. Massive chunks were missing from it, skeletal frame showing against the backdrop of our sky, which was soon filled with floating debris and junk.<br><br>It's inhabitants descended on us, and we were completely unprepared for it. One by one, the Road Force Ranger's fell, until only Red remained. His final act was to spread his fallen comrades Power Coins where the invaders would not find them. In the last days of the take over, he fell, and The Niberian's took from his body the Coins of Blue, Red, and Yellow.<br><br>We were easily broken after that. With each successive generation of the meagre population, it was harder and harder to remember a time when the sky showed stars at night and when we didn't fear to walk our own streets, streets that now lay in ruins. We now huddled in fear and submission among the wreckage of our past, and as our oldest died one by one, with them went our memories, and our hope.<br><br>Gradually, the great black planet began to change, it's inner works showing themselves against the red mist of the debris field, the cracks of light dimming more each year, and the flakes and chunks of black that drifted becoming thicker. The N-Bot's that had suppressed us for so long began to grow weak, as if they too were falling apart along with their ancient home... but that too soon changed.<br><br>Strengthened, the weaponry and lights of the N-Bots became a bright orange, and to those that could remember the Road Force, it was subtle in it's familiarity, yet tainted. The Yellow Coin had been adapted, and now, the Niberian's ground forces were powered by The Morphing Grid. Men disappeared, and all thought it was another call for slaves in the mines or on Niberius, but they returned, changed, their eyes blazing with orange light, voices a deep, altered parody of their old ones. They showed cruelty to us and lead the N-Bots. The drug N-Gauge that ran through their systems cut out all need of rest or food, turning them into strong and sadistic freaks.<br><br>In the time of our occupation, we have grown to hate and fear our own as much as the Niberians.<br><br>I watched all of this from the safety of my stasis pod, and yet I did not see... not until the nagging in my mind forced me to pay attention, and in my sluggishness, I still did not quite understand. I remembered talk of the Red Coin, and the difficulties it was giving our scientists, as if it defied us even in it's Rangers death. The Blue Coin came in whispered conversations, as if it too unnerved us, though the feeling was quite different.<br><br>And now I come to the beginning of my story... the rogue elements of our new world, young revolutionaries with the remaining Coins, had finally been captured, one by one, and were being moved via a heavily guarded convoy through the skeletal streets of Time Square... with the two prisoners and their captured Coins, the final and most troublesome of them, Red, was also being moved, set into a Morpher of our own design... it would never make it to the testing grounds.<br><br><br>Times Square, 2081.<br><br>The armoured caravan jostled along the broken road, the skeletal buildings that leaned upon each other silent, the black frames of Taxi's and old buses laying flipped and crunched against the pavement and store openings. The occasional shadow darted in the corner of ones eye, no doubt someone who didn't wish trouble from the cargo's protectors. <br><br>Flanking the heavy vehicle was 30 N-Bots. Sleek and short, their bodies were black, lean and silver joints sparking occasionally with orange pops of light, hairline markings ringing the wrists and ankles, glowing dull and weak. A rectangular mask of heavy metal covered each face, like a welders visor bolted into the temples. The only detail on the visorless face was a long streak of orange tracing down from top to bottom, crossed twice at the top, and one more at the bottom.<br><br>They clicked and hiss, heads jerking from side to side in the twitchy fashion of birds, slightly hunched over, the batons they carried glowing a feint orange at the end. The markings in their masks would flare brightly now and again.<br><br>Shadowy shapes followed the convoy, slinking along the sides of buildings like stalking geckos, dashing a few paces and stopping.<br><br>At the head of the convoy was a human, shoulders broad and thick, naked chest sticking out with well defined muscles. The veins in his neck pulsed with orange light, eyes glowing dimly. He scanned the buildings, massive fists clenching, the knuckles popping loudly. Something didn't feel right...
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 23:09:34</strong>
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				He had been captured he was not thrilled about it. Jeremy was pretty pissed that the scum had finally managed to get him. "TCH! damn Niberean scumbags.......how the fuck did i let them get me?" he was angrily cursing to himself as he was being transferred to lord knows where......he was bored so he decided he'd take a look. he wanted to see if anything of interest was going on outside. He wasn't sure what he was seeing so he decided to watch.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 02:50:54</strong>
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				Ariana Saito looked from behind the wall of a place called Barnes and Noble, some bookstore if she had to guess given the ruined and burned out shelves and warped metal stands.&nbsp; Two laser adapted pistols rested on her hips as well as a gas mask, and other supplies she had just in case they were needed because in this world nothing was thrown away until it was totally worthless and no longer salvageable.&nbsp; Pulling her short brunette hair out of her face and back over her shoulders as she walked outside.<br><br>The convoy rolled along, and Ariana tried to quickly pass but her backpack, a backpack she had had for a very long time, decided to give way as she saw Jarno, a former 'friend' from her slave days at the head of the convoy.&nbsp; "Fuck!"&nbsp; She cursed, overbalancing as she fell on her butt before the man, unable to get to her feet in time.&nbsp; "Well, this is just great."<br><br>((SHEEESH!&nbsp; After several edits, finally got it right for the idea that was planned out before I took the role over lol.&nbsp; Sorry for the delay everyone.))
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 03:08:09</strong>
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				Jarno had not forgotten her... while he held no love for her or any of his kind, he tolerated her presence like any other street filth. He ran into her now and then, and normally he would rough her up a little if she was within even a few blocks of something half way important, but today, he was on edge. The cargo he carried was far too important, and seeing her stumble to get her things right in his way made his brow furrow with annoyance.<br><br>"Move it bitch" He grunted, crossing his arms and looking down at her as the van rumbled to a halt, the N-Bot's all slouching and watching her with curiously tilted heads, masks flashing. The glare he gave her was not the usual cruel indifference but one of genuine annoyance.<br><br>He was mad today, his veins flashing orange, the red blazing in his eyes crackling. He didn't give her long to try and gather up her things, kicking her bag down the street.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 03:28:34</strong>
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				Ariana growled again as she stood before Jarno, unafraid of this piece of dirt as she met his unnatural eyes.&nbsp; "You know, you used to be human like me Jarno.&nbsp; You don't scare me since you had your humanity stripped away by the Niberian bastards.&nbsp; You want to hit me, be my guest."&nbsp; She whispered in a very unmistakable tone of voice that left little to the imagination about how she felt about it all.<br><br>Too long had there been scum like Jarno, and Ariana had personally had enough of it all.&nbsp; She was being foolish sure, but she was beyond caring as she spied something a bit odd on her opponent's belt.&nbsp; A black lockbox?&nbsp; Something there was worth stealing, she'd bet her life on it.&nbsp; "So, what are you waiting on Jarno?"&nbsp; She glared back up at his face as if she had never seen the thing on his belt, unaware of what it was she looked upon.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 05:01:14</strong>
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				He didn't even wait for her to finish, the vein in his temple flashing orange with irritation, the back of his hand meeting her cheek with enough force to send her into a short cartwheel, flopping down onto the road, chin crunching into gravel.<br><br>"You picked a bad day to get some nerve" The N-Bots padded forward, the short batons that were in place of a right hand twirling occasionally, feet spreading and shoulders hunching as they circled her. One brought his baton down on the road, the ensuing burst of orange lightning breaking it into chips and dust. Jarno only watched, his eyes flashing menacingly. <br><br>"She's become more of an annoyance then a distraction... kill her" The N-Bots perked and a small green light on their temples clicked on, a recognition of the order, and they began to beat her. They could have killed her quickly, but it was in their programming to make a scene of this, to suppress the humans with fear... Jarno found no reason to instruct them otherwise.<br><br>Suddenly, one of the N-Bots jerked back with a sound like a baseball bat hitting a hollow tin at the speed of sound, it's head exploding into a wash of sparks and metal bits, stumbling back and padding at it's ruined neck in confusion. As it turned and knocked itself over by running chest first into the van, another two fell, small red pellets of thrumming energy ripping into their metal bodies, slamming into their chests and sending them down, a smoking hole left with twisting gears and sparking wires. <br><br>The ambush happened so fast. Jarno, exclaiming with a snarl, cried out for the N-Bots to protect the van. They immediately forgot their victim, lights flipping on green. Grabbing a blackened car frame like it was made of plywood, he slammed it down in front of, the lasers splashing against it and the N-Bots crowding around it, motes of orange light pooling on their batons and bursting towards the builds blindly.<br><br>The creatures that had followed them zipped and darted along the walls, still unseen, but green gobs of acid fired towards the general direction of the ambushes, melting away the stone and mortar with each.<br><br>In the confusion, Jarno didn't realize how lucky of a shot they got in... there were several scorches on his large chest, still smoking and ignored, but one laser had seared through his belt... and the lockbox on it had clattered to the ground. Something about it would dull the noise and confusion to Ariana, and draw her attention...
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 05:35:07</strong>
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				Ariana never got a chance to finish her sentence when Jarno hit her hard and fast, making her flip end over end until she fell to the concrete road with enough force to jar her mouth and make her spit out a tooth.&nbsp; She groaned at the impact, but didn't have time to sort out her injuries as she heard the order to kill her be given, and the N-Bots complied as they normally did.&nbsp; It wasn't long before she was gasping for breath at the three cracked ribs and bruises she had received courtesy of the metal bastards, and she would have gotten more most likely if not for the fact Resistance members decided to drop in.<br><br>Their entrance was quite timely, but she didn't want to be in the middle of all this since both sides hated her with equal fervor for past mistakes in her short life.&nbsp; That was a tale for another time though, and the thought was brief as she saw the lockbox fall and its contents spill out.&nbsp; Her veins turned to ice at what she saw, recognizing a morpher from computer readouts she had picked up on from her hacking past times into the Niberian network.&nbsp; That wasn't the only reason they hated her but it just added to their hatred for her in particular though.&nbsp; Time slowed down to a crawl when she reached out and picked it up, rolling away from Jarno since he was busy with the human fighters that didn't have much of a chance in the long run.<br><br>Strapping it to her arm without a second thought, Ariana made a choice that would have severe repercussions for many years to come, provided she lived that long of course.&nbsp; Standing up as the Morpher, outfitted with the Red Power Coin of the old Road Force Rangers, the human gasped and almost screamed as raw power flooded her every cell and seemed to burn through every mental defense she had.&nbsp; From her perspective, this is what it was like for Ariana Saito, the first true ranger since the beginning of the Niberian invasion.<br><br><em>Raw and unconstrained power, coursing through my entire body.&nbsp; It's too much for me to bear!&nbsp; I'm going to die in this place, with sheer power I have no idea how to control.&nbsp; Everything is in slow motion, yet it's crystal clear at the same time.&nbsp; Several small groups have surrounded the convoy, and I can see all of them as surely as if they are waving torches about to signify their position.&nbsp; Jarno and his N-Bots, they see me surely.&nbsp; I move, and I know how to keep myself perfectly balanced as I run full out to the safety of a building to gather my incredibly sharpened senses.&nbsp; The explosions, my own heart beat in my chest, it's all almost too much to bear!</em>&nbsp; She breaths deeply though, calming slowly as the fight rages on around her.&nbsp; Finding her 'center' as her parents called it, Ariana stood up and saw Jarno's tactics and knew how to counter them.&nbsp; "Hey Jarno!&nbsp; Let's dance!"&nbsp; She felt powerful, unstoppable, and she charged ahead as she pulled a staff off of her back and twirled it before her, getting in close to take out the N-Bots and the commander while he was busy....
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 05:57:06</strong>
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				The staff cut down three of the N-Bots, literally in half, sheering through the metal car frame with ease. Jarno, acting on reflex, jumped back, but not before receiving a gash down his shoulder which burned with orange light, lightning crackling over the wound. Snarling, both in pain and from the realization of what she had down, he grabbed the van in one hand and twirled on his heels, hurling it like it weighed nothing! He charged her a half a second later, trying to take her off guard with a sprinting punch, crackling fist reared back.<br><br>The van slammed into a building side and split open from the force, crashing down to the ground... not the best choice on Jarno's part. Their ears would be ringing, but the prisoners would only have some shackles keeping them from being a problem, and with their Morpher's locked in the vans wreckage... Jarno wasn't exactly valued for his brains.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 06:08:54</strong>
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				On instinct, Ariana didn't have time to register how easily her staff decimated the N-Bots as she cut a path through the metal bastards.&nbsp; The van flew at her and under her as she stepped on it and flew overhead without a thought to how easy it had been.&nbsp; She was a thing of beauty and grace and raw power as her staff seemed to unfold with several blades on both ends, making it all the more deadly as she ducked under the wild charge and came back with a speed that left even the N-Bots slow to respond as her staff spun and sliced open Jarno's back as she spun about him easily.&nbsp; He wasn't dead, but he wouldn't be getting back up again either if it worked as she continued her spin and sliced through two N-Bots with her one swing, right across their necks.
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 18:16:16</strong>
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				Jeremy's head was reeling a bit from the crash as he sat up groaning "gah.......that fuckin hurt......i'm gonna be feelin that fer a while" He was not in the least bit pleased with this developement that is until he realized he'd have an easier time getting free. as soon as he was freed of his shackles he glared at the guy giving him orders "oi i've used the fuckin thing quite a bit already thanks old man" his eye shifted back to his morphor and took it. soon he activated it and allowed the power to flow through him. <br><br>His green suit appeared to be quite common for a rangers outfit except that it had a long coat over the usual part of. on the helm there was a crescent and the ranger strolled out into the mess "hey Jackasses guess who's back in business?" he called as he drew the katana off of his hip. Under the mask he was smirking. he was now ready to join the slaughter.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 19:16:59</strong>
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				Jarno snarled in frustration at yet another Ranger striding into the fray. Today could not possibly be more of a failure! With his head turned, he didn't catch her movement in time, and felt a streak of white hot searing pain between his shoulder blades, orange sparks erupting, stagger forward and dropping to one knee, fist hitting the ground to keep himself from falling.<br><br>Seething, he slowly rose, the crackling energy from his gash darting across his skin, a bright streak over his temple and cheek, pulsing and spitting light.<br><br>"You'll regret that Ariana... Attack!" He pounded his fist onto the ground, sending a spray of dirt and concrete towards them, the remaining N-Bots rushing with their crackling batons raised. Jarno made a straight line for Ariana, one of his own bots simply breaking apart against his chest like it had been hit by a train. He threw his fist towards her face, and despite the surprising speed he possessed for one so large, he expected she may avoid it. He kicked the ground, heel sending another blast of concrete at her before swinging again, growling.<br><br>His second swing managed to take an N-Bot on the shoulder, which broke through and tore the arm off. His shoulder coming back was enough to put another one of them onto it's side, neck jerking oddly, sparking. The rest were converging on the Ranger in green, swinging their batons with surprising skill. They may have been easily broken by the right weapons, but they had enough combat prowess to pose a mild threat in groups.<br><br>While Tommy was searching for his Morpher in the upturned and slightly crushed van, one of the shows skittered down and landed draped over it. Six long, three jointed legs perched on the van, lithe shoulders all bunched around a short, thin back. Three black quills were folded down it's back, it's skin grey and strange in texture, like it was a metal fibre mesh, yet still stretchy like skin. It's metallic head tilted, two sets of three red eyes peering down at the van curiously, clicking and hissing. A long tail swished behind it, a wicker pair of blades on the end opening and closing like a pair of jagged scissors, clicking, and then it speared down, shearing through the metal like paper and tearing the top off. <br><br>It peered down at Tommy, and it screeched a high pitched warbling, it's quills standing upright, then pointing down at him, ready to fire.
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 19:28:40</strong>
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				"heh fuckin hell these guys are sickening" Jeremy growled as he spun to face the thing on the bus "i don't know what the fuck you are or how the fuck you got here so fast but i'll be damned if i let you slice open that geezer" and with that he charged at it making a few swift slashes with his katana at it's tail.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 03:26:47</strong>
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				Ariana was too fast to be hit now, and she reflexively stepped around the wild charge, easily countering Jarno three times in the process.&nbsp; Once on his right shoulder, once across his stomach, and again across his neck with the flat of her staff though his arm wouldn't be of any use if her blades struck as she hoped they would at all.&nbsp; She easily jumped over the blast from his stomp and twirled in the air high enough to dodge his next attack as she came down on his other side, her staff aimed for the back of his head.&nbsp; Even if she missed and he somehow managed a counter, she had a block ready to go mentally as she landed on her feet and sliced apart two more N-Bots that got too close to her.<br><br>Then the new enemies came upon them, and Ariana knew her staff could be assembled into a shotgun that could decimate a room with a single shot.&nbsp; She pulled her weapon apart, dodging around her enemies still all the while.&nbsp; It took a couple tries, but she figured it out as the newly created weapon activated with red sparks and lightning forking across it for a couple seconds.&nbsp; When it was charged, she turned and pulled the trigger, nodding to her new partner in this fight as a dozen red energy beams sliced through the air in a wide but deadly spread that totally obliterated everything in front of her, which included several of the N-Bots and one of the new allies that Jarno had somehow called in.
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				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 13:12:05</strong>
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				Tommy felt his head spinning as he finally came too from the van being flipped, he had been on the wrong side of the car and his head felt like it had been struck hard but the damage was minimal. He quickly unstrapped himself and found what he needed to get his shackles off, before long something green flashed into his eyes as the other prisoner managed to get his own ranger outfit up and running. Tommy moved quickly to find his morpher, he was the only one with actual ranger experience as far as he could tell so they might want his advice especially now that every alarm the enemy had was going off informing them of the existence of two rangers.<br><br>Tommy found the morpher burred under a body of the enemy and quickly pulled it free before he slid out of the large gaping hole in the van and sprinted for cover. Once he was sure he wasn't going to be shot he thrust his mopher forward.<br><br>"Morphin Time." he felt the power explode through his body and surround him quickly becoming his suit and weapon as he pulled the double edged blade from it's sheath and headed out to help the others.<br><br>"I recommend you alien scum pray to whatever god you find sacred because you wont be making it home." He moved into a crowd of enemies and began cutting them down with relative ease.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 08:24:28</strong>
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				Jarno's speed managed to save him from many of the hits, the staff crossing his forearms more often then not, but the cartwheeling strike to the back of his head sent him tripping face first into the pavement. From his new vantage point, he saw the two Rangers fighting by the van, and the red beams strike the N-Creep perched on it.<br><br>The gun fire blasted through one of it's 6 skinny shoulders and across one leg, causing it to screech and leap out of the way, attaching to a wall on the other side of the road, a 30 foot leap. The laser wounds were hissing and spitting a green liquid, much like oil in a fired up deep frier, the wall beneath it corroding from the acid. It aimed it's three quills and fired three globs of it's synthetic blood, which burned once it contacted air and streaked towards the road, splashing across several of the N-Bots that Green and Black were fighting, which dissolved and swung wildly.<br><br>It leaped out of sight in the same few heart beats it had taken for it to dodge and fire, and it was lost for now.<br><br>Jarno, laying on his front, kicked back, launching a tyre at Ariana, then rolled and sprinted, closing the distance and grabbing her gun, pushing it down away from it, which vaporized a chunk of pavement as it discharged. He slammed the handle into her gut, hard enough to send her off her feet a second, and despite the suit, those broken ribs would feel it. He yanked it back and jabbed it under her chin, sending her staggering backwards. He tossed the gun aside and stepped forward, his hand slamming into her throat, lifting her up like she weighed no more then packing foam.<br><br>"Even if I fail, I'll make sure you suffer for it..." And then, he stabbed her in the stomach with something... suddenly, her visor flashed orange, lines of crackling orange streaking over her. He smirked cruelly, waiting for the N-Gauge to circulate, and then, he slammed her down by her throat, shattering the road.<br><br>"N-Bots! Go!" He turned and threw a small metal sphere that broke on the pavement, orange light flashing and summoning a group of 20. He turned and leaped off of the street, retreating. The N-Bots, ignoring the writhing Red Ranger, charged towards Green and Black. 
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				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 12:29:33</strong>
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				Tommy was already putting his plan in motion, the rebel forces had put there lives at risk just to get him back and now they had three shining beacons of hope and he wasn't about to let one of his new allies die on the road. He kicked up his communication device and the sound of his voice buzzed into the ear of the female in the red power suit.<br><br>"I am going to transport you to the rendezvous point, as soon as you arrive call out to them and once someone has spotted you in your suit de-morph and let them take care of the rest. Alright here we go..."<br><br>Tommy charged forward toward the new enemies and without blinking he leaped upward over two blaster shots and then came down slashing through the chest of two of them before he leaped forward and removed the hand of an enemy aiming at him. He turned to another and sheathed his blade hitting him with three kicks to the side followed by a hard punch to the gut and face.<br><br>"Red power suit transport over ride, code five zero nine zero. Transport location latitude minus forty-three point six longitude thirty-five point zero activate now." Tommy glanced over to see if the transport had worked he quickly tossed the alien he had been using as a shield away then charged for Jarno with his sword free and ready to end him. He hoped that green could handle the last of the N-bots because he wasn't going to let Jarno leave without making him fear the true rangers. Tommy's legs burned as he pumped them as fast as he could.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 19:53:08</strong>
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				((I totally hate you Sabby lol.))<br><br>At the sight of the retreating N-Creep, Ariana prepared to fire again on Jarno but she was blocked, punched in her broken ribs which gave her a reason to cry out from the pain even though her suit took most of the damage, and gasp as she felt a very familiar but exceedingly cruel drug enter her system.&nbsp; "Noo....you....can't!"&nbsp; She cried, feeling her humanity slip into darkness again as she felt the raw but toxic power of the N-Gauge Drug take hold, forcing her emotions to shut down, her veins pop up as it circulated throughout her flesh, and her skin crawl and writhe as raw orange electricity took over.&nbsp; She writhed in agony on the ground, unaware of anything around her as she clawed at her helmet's straps but she couldn't work them free.<br><br>Someone stood over her, but she couldn't understand a word of what he said as she fought against the N-Gauge as she had once before when she had gotten clean.&nbsp; It had been Hell then, and it was worse now.&nbsp; Still, at least Tommy had done her a favor and dropped her off in a new location, but would it be safer for her to be there was another question.
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 06:18:13</strong>
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				Jeremy continued to slash through the bots one after another. He was having a blast with this when suddenly the Red Girl was injured and ported away "hey old timer what the fuck did you do?" he was laughing as he asked this. It's true that Tommy wasn't that much older than him but he sure acted like an older guy as far as jeremy could tell. he then turned his attention back to their enemies "HEY SCUM BAGS WHO'S NEXT?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Power Rangers: Stolen World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 04:40:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jarno was gone in an orange burst of energy. Ariana's suit had demorphed and she was stuck in the fever dreams of a relapse. They would pass but if she survived, she'd be needing another fix, and not squarely in her right mind.<br><br>They were safe for the moment in their resistance camp... but the skeletal frame of Niberus that filled the sky was looking down on the carnage of Time Squares remains. On a series of screens, the events of the fight played back, the footage reflecting off of a series of frosted glass pods, the figures inside still and dark.<br><br>There was a silence to the cold room that wasn't so much the absence of sound, but the contemplation of beings, as if the tubes were somehow deep in thought. Jarno was chained in the middle, his body smaller now, obviously in the early stages of withdrawal. His punishment for failure. <br><br>One of the tanks lit up, and the flash of light showed a circular room, the inner wall lined with frosted stasis champers, the dark, skinny figures of long preserved Niberians showing.<br><br>"Hmmm... 2, possibly 3 Rangers... this is not good" Several of the tanks would flash and echo, crooning his final two words. Their minds had been altered by the long sleep.<br><br>"The struggling will only use up what precious little N-Gauge you have in your system Jarno... and you know what it feels like when that happens, don't you?" "It is time to awake the Prince..." "The Prince..." "Awake the Prince" "He shall test it" "Tesssst it..."<br><br>The room went dark, Jarno's whimpering the only sound.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Power Rangers: Stolen World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 23:57:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ariana demorphed and had to be restrained as the N-Gauge took over.&nbsp; She cried, oh how she cried, torn between wanting to be put out of her misery and wanting another fix as she thrashed about on the bed until exhaustion and a sedative took her down.&nbsp; She still dreamed though, remembering her time as a mindless brute of the Niberian army, well, mindless in her opinion anyway.&nbsp; She had reveled in her inhumanity, doing everything her evil masters wanted so long as they kept the N-Gauge coming her way.&nbsp; Two years of beating others of her race down like trash, dismantling Resistance members like they were tinfoil, and even hunting down troublesome people had been but a few things she had been forced to do.<br><br>Two years of this, and it had been an ambush set up by one of the few friends she had left by then and several others had set her free.&nbsp; Her parents had been there as well, and once she had been dried out of the N-Gauge, Ariana had left to make sure she could stay clean.&nbsp; That had been two more years, the first couple of months quite like living in Hell since withdrawal was painful in more ways than one.&nbsp; Now, Ariana moaned quietly in her troubled sleep, tossing and turning a little as the energy from the N-Gauge slowly started to bleed out and fade.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Power Rangers: Stolen World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 14:44:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In the stasis chamber he was slowly being reanimated and removed from his stasis chamber. He had not aged a bit since then as his body was kept in suspended animation whilst the machine repaired his body after the final battle so long ago. He was revered as their best champion and the Prince of the Niberians. And for a while some thought he would never be reawakened and be called upon again but as they looked on his hand began to twitch and soon their champion walked amongst his peers once again upon earth only much more different then how it had once been before. Ensuring their survival was one of noble calling however he walked onwards. <strong>"Where.... Where am I now?"</strong> He knew he was on earth but he did not know where upon it he was. It was like waking up from a deep hibernation... your sense of surroundings has to be re-established and slowly he looked about feeling... weaker then he used to be. Like his body struggled to support itself. This was a defect of the stasis pod for it could not sustain his physical peak.
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