Uploaded up to this point on <a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7027762/1/Ranger_Effect' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>FF.net</a> for those who would rather read it in one chunk. And here's the beginning of chapter 2
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Ashley moved as the machines attacked again.
She knew it was a losing battle, there were just far too many Geth attacking to have a chance, especially with the elimination of all but one other member of her team.
An explosion drew her attention as Nirali took another blast and crashed backwards with a scream and a flash of red light as she lost her morph.
She couldnÆt help but try to scream as another wave of these monsters swarmed their position, blasts converging on the only other survivor of Eden PrimeÆs SPD team, and the momentary stillness that followed left her the only one.
Grabbing the sidearm her superior had been using in her free hand, she braced herself, a plan to go out fighting if nothing else as she caught her breath behind the slight cover theyÆd managed to hold for the past hour.
And then the site exploded around her, mixing with the roar of bikes and a silence that drew her attention over the pile of ruined equipment.
The first thing that caught her eye was the now unmoving hordes of robotic troopers standing.
It was only then that what should have been the first sight captured her sole attention.
Not just a man on a motorcycle, but one that gave her the notion that she was either dead or dying with hallucinations.
One of the figures that every child knew, the same ages that learned the names of the major dinosaurs could identify that particular uniform. But at the same time, that outfit was one every member of the Alliance knew could never be used again.
The original rangers outfits were all but sacred, no team would even allow those uniforms to be reproduced, much less used. They were the heroes and legends that started everything that made the alliance.
And yet, the figure before her stood there clad in white, black, and gold was right out of those histories amidst an area devoid of any Geth save for a handful of pieces and atop one of the vehicles that held almost the same status.
ôAlright then,ö she heard the white ranger state from atop the shark cycle as he revved the engine, ôLetÆs go!ö
The wheeled vehicle roared with the same ferocity of the primeval beast whoÆs genetic structure was supposed to have empowered it as bike and rider simply moved, tearing through the enemy almost as if they werenÆt even there, saber flashing between strokes that rent metal and showered the area in flashes of light.
ôThe hellàö she managed to stammer as an explosion felt a little closer than what she was watching, one of the enemy had circled and closed, and it was falling, the dead machine falling inches from her to the mud around her.
Her eyes first observed the gaping tear in the head of it and then turned her gaze upwards, spotting the axe still in position from ripping through armor and servomotors.
A black ranger stood there, body language giving her the impression of a grin made all the more confusing from the expressionless metal sculpts of a lower face of the black mask of the Mastodon.
ôDown,ö the second ranger yelled as he moved, pulling her behind him as the weapon shifted in his hands, blade moving down the barrel, ôPower Axe, Cannon Mode!ö
The energy blasts added to the carnage that rocked the battlefield, ripping through those foes that had managed to take a holding position on the ridges around them.
Clanking footsteps left her wondering if her reprieve was but momentary as one of their tank analogues moved into the clear and then another. Weapons turned on their position, perhaps believing they had a decent chance at taking two rangers down with a single shot.
Her eyes widened behind the pink mask, this was it as they fired and her eyes snapped tightly closed.
Nothing seemed to change, and she heard music.
Eerily familiar, but she just couldnÆt place it, echoing eerily in the confines of the canyon that had been SPDÆs last stand.
ôGo Nihlus!ö she heard the black ranger, the voice making her open her eyes again to another sight.
Clad in green and gold, she could see the ranger playing the flute through a dagger while the golden shield glowed brighter than the flashes of mass accelerator shots that disintegrated against it. The almost mythic power of the dragon dagger sang for the first time since those original rangers, shielding them from the weapons.
And then a fourth myth came into play as a red blur dropped atop the first colossus, using his weight and momentum to add to the sword he wielded, the Red Tyrannosaurus Ranger drove the weapon into the Geth machine from above. The nightmare staggered as its weight forced legs wider to slide apart in the muck, holding for only an instant and then the machine fell to crash to the ground with a roar of collapsing metal.
But the ranger didnÆt stop there, continuing the initial attack into almost a rebound leap that ripped the blade free of the destroyed head as he passed the other colossus and struck, slicing cleanly through first one leg and then a second in a single pass before rolling away.
The Red Ranger turned as the machine fought against gravity before the rangers free hand moved into a shoving motion, and metal crumpled even before the telekinetic strike blew the geth from its feet.
It was too much as her mind seemed to shut down at what she saw as The Rangers seemed to materialize around her almost too late to do anything, but they were something else.
The only thing that had come close was when the prince of triforia tested the entire academy and took on every ranger team they had available at once, nothing could stop the gold ranger, and this was an entire team at least as powerful.
It was as if they simply told these monsters to die and they did, a perfect display of what every ranger team since wanted to be.
And then it was over as she fought to regain her senses, the Geth were gone, at least from the area, and four legends had hammered them with a force unlike anything sheÆd ever seen before.