Power Ranger: Morphin' Space Pirates!

The tavern had been somewhat vacated during the attack on town, with the exception of some of the workers. The flap door swung open, getting the attention of two of the workers. Arther enters the room, with Matthew following just behind. Arther decides to speak up to the workers. "It's safe now. Take care o' those scurvy invaders." Hearing the good news, they sigh in relief.

Arther heads back to the seat where he was sitting before, sliding into the couch seat. He grabs the large mug he left behind before he lays back and lifts his left leg to rest its ankle on his other leg. "May I 'ave another one?! 'n get 'im whatever he wants, I’ll pay fer it." He asks one of the workers, prompting them to go back to their work.

"This may sound like a strange question.. but what sort of food do they even sell here?" Matthew asked, looking for some kind of menu.

"Thar’s different types o' seafood, some side stuff like french fries, meat, burgers. Basically like any modern galley." Arther explains as he grabs a sticky piece of tacky paper before writing down his order before sticking it onto the flat standing board that has the words "Food Orders" on top.

Matthew grabs his own menu, his eyes scrolling through the menu before shaking his head. "Considering that all I've been eating for the last three days is fish, I don’t want more of that, so I suppose this will do." He says, then writes his order on a note before placing it on the board before sitting back down.

A single mare waitress walks up to their table. Taking the two sticky notes to give it a look before heading to the opening hole on a wall behind the counter, attaching it to an order wheel ticket holder before giving it a light turn for the other side to see.

"So.." Arther starts to say. "How’d ye get yer hands on a Power Ranger Legendary Ranger key?" The mare comes back and pours more cider into the cup before returning to her post. "Especially one that can literally make ye go power up." He takes a sip, loving the taste.

"I’ll be honest with you.. I don’t know myself. I just woke up on the beach holding the key tightly." Matthew responds before pausing. "Actually.. I feel like I’m forgetting something very important."

"Eh. Give it a bit t' catch up. As fer me, I found mine while scavengin' on the coastal shores 'n took it.. The first time testin' it out caught me by surprise, but it didn’t take long fer me t' get used t' it." Arther says.

"It's strange though for me.. I don’t know why, but for some reason, as soon as I touched my Mobilate.. it felt like I’d had it and used it for years." Matthew stopped, reaching up and scratching his forehead. "But I’m pretty sure one of the last things I remember before being on the beach was being on a boat, then being knocked underwater."

The drinking pirate takes a bit of a swig, then leans back onto his seat with the mug still in hand. "If that’s how ye got here, then best be lucky ye survive. I only showed up in this uncharted land by a storm!" Arther said, smiling about that. "Twas a thrillin' ride! Sea waves shake the ship, blusterin' wind trying fiercely t' knock me off course, thunder boomin' across the rainy clouds, 'n lightnin' trying t' strike me ship wit' veracity! A fine moment fer Davy Jones Locker t' try 'n plunder me down t' the dark depths. If it weren’t fer me skills o' controllin' the ship, I wouldn’t be alive t' this day." He relates his experience before taking a longer swig before letting out a gasp of delight before remembering something.

"Anyway, Nice work wit' the Leo Blaze Power Key." Arther comment.

"The what now?"

Arther pulls out the lion key Matthew had seen in the sword he had been passed. "This key."

"And that key is.. I mean, it doesn’t look like anything like the other key I have."

Arther smiles at this. "That’s 'cause I hand made it three days ago! It grants the wielder the power o' the element dependin' on the power key!"

"And you hand made it how?" Matthew asks, with a look of confusion on his face. Arther just shrugs as though he doesn’t know it himself.

"All I did was craft the key. I was thinkin' about how 'twould work 'n got curious. "Wha' if I insert it into the morpher or weapons." At first it didn’t work on the morpher as it gave green sparks all o'er it. I then went t' try it on the weapons 'n t' me shock; they worked! When I made three more power keys 'n tried it on the weapons first, it didn’t do anythin'!" He scratches his head at that. "I thought I broke it, so I tried usin' 'em on the morpher, 'n that’s how I learned how t' make 'em damn work! The energy from the sparks gave me the idea o' the key t' work the way I designed it. Though when I try makin' a made up key, It didn’t cause a spark, so it has rules it turns out.. But har ye get wha''s given."

Matthew just looks at Arther, a look of confusion on his face. "Okay… Could you just explain one bit again?"

"Which bit?"

"Everything after you said, "all I did was craft a key"."

"T' put it simply, the morpher energy be from the morphin grid 'n made me power keys t' life. Though they don’t 'ave ranger forms yet so it still has flaws that needs some more tweakings."

"What the hell is the morphing grid?" Arther looks at Matthew in confusion at his question.

"Eeh, ye know, Morphin' Grid. A multiversal energy field fer all Power Rangers, it provides all Rangers a specific link t' the Grid by usin' the morphers." He says this in the hope of ringing a bell, only for Matthew to look even more confused than before. "Ye don’t know about it; do ye??"

"I have absolutely no clue what you are even on about. I wasn’t even aware that something like that existed." Matthew points that out, looking at the key in his hand.

Arther was about to say something but then pause, remembering something a while ago. ‘During our transformation, his phrase didn’t sound like Super Megaforce’s.. Could it be..’ He looks at Matthew. "I get the feelin' we aren’t from the same rangers."

"I don’t actually know myself." Matthew responds, flicking his key upwards, looking at the full design of it. "I mean, thinking back, I know something feels off, but I can’t place a finger on it."

"This is only a guess, from what I gathered. Are you by any chance, from this so-called Super Sentai?" Arther question.

"Super Sentai…" Matthew responded, pausing in thought. "It sounds familiar, but I can’t quite place my finger as to where..."

"Uh.. Does Gokaiger ring any bells?"

"Apart from the fact that the phone-like thing that for some reason I know is called a Mobalite shouted that out when it transformed.. and the strange fact that I know what those things we faced are called. But beyond that, the name doesn’t mean anything to me… Which is strange because I feel like it should." Arther just shrugs at that before taking another swig of cider.

Minutes later, the waitress came back with plates, giving them their food and placing each food plate in front of their respective order. Arther got a large bowl of french fries, a plate full of mashed potatoes and steak, a side bowl of gravy, and another bowl of salad. What Matthew gets is a simple burger and chips (fries), and a tall glass of water just beside it.

Arther went for the steak first with the utensil in hand, cutting it up and taking bites out of it in pure delight. Meanwhile, Matthew looks at the food in front of him for a moment before placing his key back in his pocket before grabbing the burger and eating it.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the town, a familiar young reptilian sat inside a small bedroom. On a two-level bookshelf, the walls are covered in framed comic books, almost all of which have various Rangers on the front covers. Any space that wasn’t occupied by comics had strange objects ranging from toy trains that looked to depict animals with cartoonish eyes to an oversized belt buckle with an image of a dinosaur on the front.

In the middle of them rests a set of five strange keys, each one being identical apart from their colors. The main aspect of them looked almost human, with train tracks running over where the eyes would be and a crossed black and white pattern that circled numbers between one and five.

The young figure reaches his hand over to one of the keys, grabbing the first one that is red in color. He holds it up to the light, turning it in his clawed hand. "These things.. I always thought of them as just toys, but I’m sure those two rangers were using them before to fight with that monster." He looks at a comic on the bed, the same comic he’d been holding onto when he saw the fight earlier.

His eyes went to the buckle on the shelf. He moves up to the shelf and picks the object up, holding it in his hand. It has a gold coin with a T-rex engraved onto it that had its mouth open wide. "And if they are both as real as they looked, are the ones in the book real as well?"

Placing the buckle back where he took it from, he grabs the remaining four keys and places them all (except the red one) into his jacket pocket before walking to the window. Looking outside over to the destroyed part of the town within view, a bit of smoke is still rising in the air. "But.. I know Twilight always says that nothing in my comics is real. But that can’t be right.. Can it?"

Turning away from the viewing glass, he stares at a board just behind the bed. It was covered in old newspaper clips, each one having a pin with connected coloured threads to each other. "And what’s with all these strange occurrences around Equestria? Is there a connection to those as well?"

There's a knock on the door, surprising the young reptilian, his head quickly turning towards the door. A moment of hesitation before calmly asking. "Yes, who is it?"

"Spike, it's me." A feminine, older voice spoke up. "You're supposed to be organizing the library today."

"Twilight.. Considering what just happened in town, I doubt anyone will even come." The young boy, known as Spike, replies as he rolls his eyes.

""Considering what happened in town today?" What do you know about that, Spike?" The voice that belongs to Twilight asks through the door.

"I know a monster attacked the town, but..." Spike then pauses in hesitation. "I know it was stopped by two creatures."

"Two.. creatures?.. Tell me more, Spike." She mutters before asking for more information.

"Well... they looked and fought like the Rangers in my comic books." Spike responds.

Spike heard a groan from behind the closed door before it was flung open. A lavender unicorn barged into his room, her eyes instantly locking onto Spike before saying. "Spike, did you eat a lot of gems before bed last night? I told you once before that your comics aren't real, they're just made up."

"But Twilight, I know what I saw.. I’m sure there were two Rangers that fought and defeated that monster in front of my eyes!"

"Word of mouth is not enough proof, Spike. Give me actual, solid evidence." She sighs. "You know this."

"Of course I know that Twi! But do you really think I can just walk up to them and beg them to come along just so you can see them for proof? I may be a kid but even I'm not dumb enough to think that'll work." Spike says matter-of-factly.

"Spike, I want to believe you. Truly, I do. But without evidence of their existence, I can't." Twilight explains as best as she can. But then she had a thought that would probably ease both their minds. "How about a compromise? I needed to go out and see what's been happening—and probably get some things while I'm at it. You can go around looking for these Rangers or get some evidence to support your case. If you do find them, come straight to me and take me to them. Is that fair?" He thought about that for a moment before nodding his head.

"In that case, I’m going to start looking right now!" Spike said while dashing for the door. "Besides, the longer I wait, the more likely they are to have left town." He soon steps out of the building, Twilight hearing the door to the house quickly shut. Once he’s out of hearing range, Twilight lets out a long sigh.

"What was I thinking?" Twilight asks herself before going to her room to get her bits for her shopping. Hopefully she didn’t make the wrong choice.

A couple of minutes after leaving, Spike arrives at the market plaza where he saw both power rangers before. People wearing white or yellow suits take the dead to the morgue or help survivors, which is very few. He turns his eyes away from the scene and looks in the direction the rangers went.

"I’m going to find those rangers no matter what it takes." Spike said with an excited tone in his voice before running in that direction, his eyes darting in every direction where he thought they could have gone. He also asks anyone if they have seen the two individuals, but without much luck.

The next person he asks changes that, and he asks one of the flower attendants, Daisy, who’s been cleaning up the stall that had been knocked over. "I think I saw them heading that way." She said, then the dragon heads off in that direction.

He didn’t find them but did encounter another pony, Thunderlane. "Sorry dude. Maybe Bicep has seen them?" Spike follows the direction the stallion provides to find the said pony.

When he found the white, extremely muscular pegasus. He asks him about the whereabouts of the Rangers. "Yeah! I think I saw someone near the tavern! Don’t know if it’s them!" He says this in a higher voice as he lifts barbells.

"R-right, thank you." Spike calmly said, nodding to the stallion before heading off to the tavern. ‘Hopefully they are still there and haven't moved on yet. If they have, I hope someone saw where they went.’

At the Market Streets, Twilight Sparkle walks out of one of the streets to the market plaza. When she looks around, her eyes widen and she gasps in shock. The place was destroyed. There were burnt marks of some explosion, some stalls and carts were knocked over, with a few of their products littering the floor. She can see anthro creatures, mostly ponies, checking the folks on the ground for life. Very few have survived, but the rest have died, who are being taken to medical transport carts to the morgue.

"Oh my Faust... Spike was right!" Twilight whispers and mutters, not expecting to see this magnitude. She spots one of the ponies, who was standing inside one of the collapsed buildings, pushing a piece of rubble aside. She runs up to them in hope of getting some answers. Twilight saw them shake their heads, the figure sighing as she saw a twisted limb sticking from the rubble. She walks to them in the hope of getting answers.

She hears the figure's conversation with someone, saying. "That's the tenth dead creature in this area alone."

A second voice was heard, shouting back from further inside the building. "At least yours are recognizable! I can’t even tell what creature this one was. The bodies back here are in such a bad state that I can hardly recall their bodies at all! This is worse than it was in Manehatten."

She calls out as she goes around a few pieces of rubble. "Excuse me, Sir?!"

The stallion near the edge of the building pauses, turning his head towards Twilight before saying. "I’m sorry miss, but it's not safe around here right now. For your own safety, you need to keep your distance from the buildings." Twilight stops just a few feet from the broken building.

"I need to ask you what happened here?!" She asked.

"Wish we knew, miss…" The stallion responded. "We arrived after it was like this, and nobody will even tell us what caused this damage."

The second figure then walks out of the building before they say. "Although it seems almost like something blew up outside the building and everything was blown back into the open spaces inside and crushed the poor creatures within."

"Hmm.." ‘Maybe I could use my memory projection spell on someone. But the question is, who?’ Lavender Mare thinks to herself for a moment before remembering someone who has been there before. ‘That’s right, Spike said he saw it happen! I need to find him.’ With that in mind, she heads to go find Spike, hoping he’s nearby. ‘I hope Spike’s alright...’

At the Promo Town scrapyard, where most of Promo Town’s junk and discarded stuff are sent. One of the old dump trucks, one that’s tilted on its side against a hill of scrapes, its door bangs open. Slowly, someone climbs out, coughing from the disturbed dust.

Who it was is a young dog girl hybrid in her teens, having white and light brown fur with white skin, and her top head is styled to be a somewhat messy hairstyle. She wore a yellow tank top shirt and yellowish cream overalls, concealing her impressive bust. Her cement-gray working gloves push away the dust from her face with a squint of her bright blue eyes as she coughs.

"Awe man.. should have brought the mask." She said before moving her legs, which had brown leather boots on, out of the truck seat to the outside, letting them dangle over the steps to the inner truck. She pulls something out of the seat side that turns out to be a dusty, old-style, thick steering wheel. She gives it a look over, using her gloves to try to clean the dust off it. "Hmm... It's not what I'm looking for," She shrugs as she grips the steering wheel. "But it’ll do."

She pushes off the truck and back on the ground on her feet, showing her long, fluffy white tail that’s a bit dirty from rummaging through the scrapes. She was already planning on washing up after doing some work, not that she's bothered by it.

She places it in a wagon full of parts she's collected before heading to the north side of the junkyard with the wagon in tow, humming a soft tune as she does. Just as she got to the back of the junkyard, there was a door with three different locks. The young woman unlatches it, pulling and lifting the locks to free the door restraint before opening the door and then continuing her track.

When the young canine girl reaches the end of the road, it leads to an old, single-story house. It’s not bad, but there were signs of planks being replaced with a few metal plates and a bunch of parts littered everywhere in some neat order. ‘Home sweet home.’ She thought.

She moves to the side where a shed is and simply opens the double doors and then rolls the wagon inside before closing it from the outside. Afterwards, she heads inside to get herself clean before heading out to town for lunch time.

Back in town, Spike was running around in annoyance, muttering to himself. "I should have asked directions to the tavern... and which one he meant." He then turns down a sidestreet, headlong down the path without looking up before bumping into something that made him fall backwards onto his backside.

"I’m sorry I wasn-" He stops when he looks up at the figure, frozen in fear at the sight of a silver-armored knight. It has curved pointy toe tassels and looks to have a rapier guard and handle as shoulder guards and a head mask, wielding twin rapiers. "I-I-I…" Spike stutters, trying to back away from the monster in front of him.

The figure looks down at Spike before taking a step forward and standing over the young boy, leaning down, patting him on the head. "Don’t worry. You are in no state to duel right now. Besides, no rules are in place yet, so this time you are safe. However, next time we cross, you will need to pick a partner to fight with when I order it, otherwise.. I’ll kill you myself! Understood."

Spike quickly nods his head in agreement out of fear, getting a chuckle from the monster as it walks past Spike. "Good boy. Make sure to pass the rules of the game around to everyone you see; otherwise, you will have to face me regardless!" He walks past Spike and into the street he had come from.

Moments later, he heard screams coming from where the monster had come from as he continued to shake in fear, unable to say a single word and just sit there.

"Spike!" Twilight spoke up as she finally found him, running up to him before kneeling down. "Are you alright?!" She asks, worryingly.

He didn’t respond to begin with before slowly turning his head towards Twilight, fear still clear on his face. "T-Twilight.. there's another monster in town." Seeing him like this metaphorically hurts, but what he said made her eyes widen.

"What?! You-" She stops herself, remembering what she’s here for. "Spike, I need to use my memory reading spell on you. Are you alright with that?"

"Y-You don’t b-believe me… D-Do you?"

"Spike.. I need to see what you saw. You're the only one I know who has seen these things. We can talk about the rangers later, but right now; this monster is our top priority." Twilight says, putting a hand on his shoulder. "So please, let me see it?"

"O-O-Okay..." Spike responded, his voice still shaky and fearful. She brought him into a comforting hug to help ease his mind, which did make his shaking lessen. Her horn lets out a soft, light magenta glow. With a flash, Twilight's vision changes to Spike's past eyes. Seeing a monster that Spike had bumped into, then hearing what he had said to Spike, word for word. It suddenly stops after the conversation ends.

Since Twilight is here, she might as well see what happens to the town market. Diving deeper back into his memories, she found what she was looking for. She's watching the scene: Creatures shoot buildings in the market and kill any creature around them with reckless abandon. She then notices two figures in strange full-body costumes concealing their identities are fighting the monsters, both figures looking identical and almost looking to fight together at some moments.

Thinking that’s enough, Twilight exits his memories, indicated by her horn glow going out. ‘That’s what’s been happening! I need to get the guards and tell the princesses about this!’ She thought. She moves Spike to face her. "Spike, we need to inform Princess Celestia about this!" Hearing this, he steps out of her hands and pulls out a paper and ink quill at the ready, knowing what she would request him to do. Twilight stands back up, clears her throat, and starts reciting. "Dear Celestia…"