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Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Rangers, Saban does. The Rangers belong to Saban as does Sam (sort of). Lin Kuei is taken from the Mortal Kombat cartoon as are some of the other characters I shall introduce later. This fanfic is written without their consent. Authors Note: Anything written like this is a thought, anything like -this- is a conversation Sam is eavesdropping on and anything appearing like *this* is a mental telepathic message. This story is based just before Good as Gold, Billy is on…-
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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Author's Note: Originally posted in 1998. "Nice spike!" Jason called as Kimberly sent the ball flying over the net. "You're just saying that because you missed it," she smirked, flipping her hair. Zack dove for the save, almost face-planting. "We call that a tactical roll where I come from." Trini laughed and passed the ball back. Billy, sitting under a tree fiddling with a handheld gadget, looked up just long enough…-
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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction and for entertainment purposes only. The Angel Grove Youth Center pulsed with energy as students streamed in, buzzing with anticipation for the upcoming Spring Fling dance. Decorations transformed the usual sparring-and-smoothies vibe into something festive and magical. Streamers of red, blue, yellow, pink, black and green—clearly inspired by the town’s beloved heroes—crisscrossed overhead. Balloons bounced in clusters. A…
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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Angel Grove Park had never looked so vibrant. What was usually a quiet space of open green fields and paved walking paths had transformed into a bustling wonderland of sights, sounds, and smells. Overhead, bright streamers and colorful banners rippled in the gentle breeze, advertising everything from games and food stands to the main attractions of the annual community fair. The rhythmic hum of a carousel organ…
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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction and for entertainment purposes only. The moon's cold, barren surface stretched endlessly, but the chill inside Rita Repulsa's throne room was far more biting. Shadows danced along the walls, cast by flickering light from the braziers that did little to warm the cavernous space. Rita paced back and forth before her golden throne, her staff clinking against the floor with every sharp step. Her face was twisted with frustration, her green-tinged hair…
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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Author's Note: This chapter was originally part of Conquest of Evil back in 1998. I had an extra fic at the time that ran a bit short so I shoved it on the end. The sun hung high over Angel Grove, its golden rays spilling over the rooftops of the suburban town. At the park, laughter and the sound of children playing filled the air, mingling with the crunch of wheels on pavement as kids zoomed by on their…
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Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers. They belong to their current copyright owner. Author's Note: This is an added story that takes place during the events of Delegation. "Your sense of humour leaves much to be desired, Lord Drakkon," Dark Specter told him as he watched his servant thrash upon the ground. "I gave you a task and now you attempt to pass that mission onto a piece of animated clay? Perhaps I should reconsider your continued existence if you think to insult me in such a way." For the…
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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction and for entertainment purposes only. The sun was high over Angel Grove Park, casting dappled light through the swaying branches of the sycamores. The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the distant hum of lawnmowers and the cheerful chatter of families enjoying the afternoon. Near the fountain—a familiar gathering place for the Power Rangers when the world wasn't ending—Billy Cranston stood a little apart from the others, craning…
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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Angel Grove was quiet under the soft glow of midnight. Streetlights buzzed, owls hooted from the woods beyond town, and all was calm—except for the strange shape clambering through the window of Billy Cranston’s garage. Squatt. He landed with a soft oof, knocking over a stack of newspapers. His tiny, gnarled fingers snapped to his sides as he glanced around in the dark. The lab was filled with glowing…
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