Disclaimer: Hi, I’m Pinkie Pie and I want you to know that the Power Rangers and My Little Pony aren’t the property of the author! He wishes they were, but it’s probably a good thing they aren’t because I like being me and don’t want to be crossed over into something else. Where’s the author? Well, he wrote the chapter below and then I came in and he looked at me and I looked at him and he mumbled something about getting a drink and left. He’ll be back for the next chapter! Hopefully. I think he left his keys in here. Oh well. Enjoy everypony!

Chapter 5: Z

He stared at the creature in front of him and growled. This one was useless, but had managed to capture some valuable data. For one thing a Ranger had slipped through the cracks and was protecting the pathetic life forms of the planet. Judging from the strong signature of Morphin energy, it was one of Zordon’s brats and he knew which one. It would be the one who had the most incentive to run away and leave everything behind. Snarling, he raised his left leg and kicked at the wounded monster. It didn’t move…not that he was expecting it to. Whatever new move the brainiac had cooked up had knocked his monster down for the count.

Whirling around, he surveyed the damage to the walls of the cave. He cursed himself for not having the foresight to protect the walls with an enchantment. He had almost forgotten how much heat his anger could put out. He touched the face of the wall with his good hand and winced under his mask. The rock was still bubbling slightly, but at least it hadn’t turned to lava. That would have been a pain to clean. He supposed he could have gotten his assistant to clean it off, but the pony was still getting used to her new body…and trying to fix her shattered mind.

Leaning on his staff, he hobbled to the mouth of the cave and looked out at the scenery before him. from the memories of the pony he had merged with, he knew that the area around him was called the Everfree Forest and that it was deemed to be not normal. He didn’t see anything unnatural, except for him and his small group. Sniffing the air, he grimaced as he smelled burning feathers in the air. So much for the attempt at Tengas – his next batch of grunts would have to be better. Maybe he would use the rest later on in his attack. He looked down at his strange leg and tested it again. It was still the same; the same being that it could bend both ways at once.

Growling to himself, he started reviewing footage of the battle. The Ranger had shown strangely high levels of magic, although that level had dropped sharply after the special attack. Hobbling out into the sunshine, he could see a thick column of smoke rising in the distance; a sight that pleased him greatly. Still, the thought gnawed at him…why was the Ranger powered by another source other than his Power Coin? If he remembered right, the Power Coins were no more than dust…although a few months before the wave there had been that rumour that the second Black Ranger had used a damaged coin to morph. He had dismissed it then as a false rumour started by Divatox, but what if the space pirate had been correct? If she had been and the destroyed Power Coins had somehow been reconstituted…no, the coins only retained a small amount of Grid energy. A prolonged Morph with a reconstituted coin would result in extreme pain and internal damage. Also, there was that other rumour that the brainiac couldn’t morph anymore. Something about some negative protons and other impossible stuff. Still, if the other brats had their Power Coins back, it was worth looking in to…

Shelving that thought, he glanced behind him and the weakly moving monster. Snarling at the beast, he raised his staff and mumbled a dark incantation under his breath. A dark haze surrounded the fish monster and forced it to its feet. Plates of bone armour thrust out from the arms and sides of the beast and its head seemed to be encased in a helmet made from its own skull. The flute whips fused together and formed a thin dagger, which gleamed in the hazy light. He stormed into the cave and spoke to the monster, his voice whistling through the gaps in the metal grille on his face.

“You will go back to the town and completely destroy it. Leave no one – human or pony – alive. You were the first monster to defeat the Power Rangers before and you can do it again. Go now, my Pirhantishead monster. Destroy the town. Soon, the entire world will be under my command!”

As he threw his head back to laugh, he saw the monster bow and teleport out. Running a hand over his exposed brain, he cackled. One Ranger would make no difference in the long run, especially one that had a time limit on his armour.

He would crush all opposition and grow his empire. With a flash of dark energy, his ultimate trump card appeared in his hand. He stared at it and drank in its power. With this, he would conquer all resistance and bend all minds to his will.

And Lord Zedd would rule.

TBC…

Author's Note

Honestly, anyone who didn't expect the antagonist to be Zedd was deluding themselves. And Pinkie establishes herself as my muse. At this point, I hadn't thought of who the 'assistant' would be. I was still thinking of the pony as Derpy but I realised soon after that I really didn't want any form of comic relief in this villain set. The atmosphere would be much like Dino Thunder, where the only humour came from the occasional monster or from the side of the heroes.

Though, to be honest, the humour thing kinda fell to the wayside after a bit.