Power Rangers |Cyber Fury|

Note: Credit to Fayt-Harkwind for unintentionally inspiring this and allowing me to use some of his ideas.

As soon as humanity activated the first computer, chaos entered our future. Every single program is made of codes. These codes have...holes in them, flaws that build up over time and create bugs in the system. The worst of these flaws become computer viruses.

As soon as humanity connected the world wide web, a new world came into existence. The cyber world is made up bits and pieces of the real world, made from pictures and videos of our world that we upload onto the internet. With every new website, with every click of a computer mouse, with every post to a forum, every new Facebook profile, the cyber world grows. It's appears as a duplicate of the real world, but much more futuristic. Its inhabitants aren't entirely sentient and individual, being nothing more than mechanical beasts or other types of machines. This world is hidden from the real world and only a select few can access it. Just like with viruses, the coding of this cyber world is riddled with flaws. However, these flaws build up into good things. Powerful artifacts that are the foundation of the Cyber Realm and expand the world.

Now that computers have been in existence for so long, the oldest virus is now the most powerful. The virus evolved over time into a sentient, virtual monster called Edox. Edox has made his home in the Cyber Realm, but now...now he sets his eyes on Earth. Edox has acquired several of the cyber artifacts, which he dubbed Power Objects, and has used their power to build an army. Using the Breach Jewel, Edox is able to manipulate programs and codes in order to turn bugs and viruses into monsters called Progs. With the Ragnorok Code, he was finally able to enter the Real World. With his new portals, Edox has invaded the city of Angel Grove. With his Progs, he's started to ravage the city and use it as a base for his invasion of the Real World. Because of this, Angel Grove has been put in a state of emergency with everyone forced to reside inside. The oldest of its citizens hope that Power Rangers, the heroes from the stories of decades and decades ago, will return once again to save them. The youngest? They spend their solitudes watching t.v., playing video games, or spending time on their computers.

It was then that it happened. Without warning, 6 teenagers find their computers glowing and, before they know it, they are blinded and transported. Five of the teenagers find themselves together in the city streets, but something's weird...there's no people or any signs of life. On the left wrist of each teenager, there is a strange looking watch. On the floor in front of them, there is a flash drive, each of a different color. Each teenager bends down and picks up the flash drive, only to have the drives strangely transform into a weapon. Just as it does, they are attacked by a large group of Progs with only the weapons to defend themselves.

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Black looked down, amazed at what he was seeing. He was covered in spandex and sure, that was a bit gay for his tastes, but he was a freakin' Power Ranger? He adored his costume. He never thought black was his color, but he might have a new wardrobe now. He looked at his gloves through his visor, which gave off several numbers he had yet to decode. They were red, though they had been black and gold moments ago, and had two sharp and curved blades on them. He looked up to see a group of Bots, the footsoldiers of the Prog army; he recognized them from the news. They were approaching in strange unison, their swords out in front of them.
"Waahooo!" He yelled excitedly as he raised his fists, the blades pointing towards the Bots. "We get to take these out, too, right?" He said as he looked over to his new partner, the GoldenWhite Ranger, who he called 'White' for sure. He wondered what GoldenWhite looked like under his mask. He had just met the man minutes ago and White had been already all spandexed up.

 

"It's pink." Blaydon said with apparent confusion, refering to the flash drive he had just picked up. "Why have I been given pink?"
Only a second after saying it, the flash drive transformed itself spectacularly into a large mallet-like weapon, perfectly sized for hitting something. It was far from a work of art, being very plain in its appearance, but for a weapon designed to be smacked over somebody's head, it was absolutely perfect.
As the strange people-like things began attacking him and the people he had materialised alongside, Blaydon felt suddenly uplifted, thrilled even. He immediately slammed the nearest of the Progs across the face as hard as he could.
It felt good to do that.
"Maybe pink isn't so bad after all!" he yelled, far louder than he needed to to be heard.

 

With the usb drive in his hand changing into a weapon he began to attack the Bots that assaulted him and a few others who where also armed. While fighting them off with the sword that was now in his hands he tried to think of a quicker and less dangerous way to beat them so that he wouldn't be injured during a dragged out fight with them. A few slashes for each took them down but it was still too long for a fight. If he got something wrong for even a moment he could mean an injury or worse.

 

What a hell of a weird day... was all Tyler Ashes could comprehend right now. And weirdness in Angel Grove seemed fairly normal. So this was extra-ordinary.
He picked up the Flash drive in front of him, which was a Red colour with specks of Gold on it.
And he looked around at the other 'Teens' who had suddenly appeared from nowhere to there with him, who had done the same and picked up the ones in front of them, watching as their Flash Drives suddenly changed into weapons, and numerous enemies, 'Progs', surrounded them, and charged to attack.
He looked down at his Drive watching it start to change before he squeezed it hard as if willing it not to, and so it's transformation stopped.
I don't need some sort of weapon to take these guys down... he thought as he pocketed the device.
And with that, he set into action. Ducking and weaving in and out of the Progs attacks, delivering a fast fury of skilful punches and kicks to take them down. Him paying no heed to the other teens around him for the moment. They've got their weapons... they'll be fine.
Instead, as he was fighting, he sort of built a rhythm as his mind seemed to slip away from the fight he was in, and it instead started to work on... Why were they here?

 

Blue huh, well not like there was any other color to pick. Allen thought looking at the blue flash drive in his hand. Noticing the Prog coming towards him, the flash drive in his hand suddenly began to glow brightly. Once the glowing stopped, the flash drive had turned in to a blue staff. "I could get used to using this." He said as he begun slicing a prog that had tried to attack him first.

 

"What? These things? They're no match for Power Rangers," Black smirked underneath his helmet as he lunged forward. He felt as if he was gliding, flying forward a lot farther and faster than he could have normally. "This is rad as hell!" He whooped as he spun around, cutting a Prog across the chest as he stopped. "Bring it on! Screw GoldenBlack, they call me the Virus'a Destroyer!" He crossed his fists over his head, blocking a downward-coming slash from a Prog. He made eye contact with its red eye, pushed it back, and punched both hands into its chest. "Mr. Antivirus..sounds great, right?!" He laughed at GoldenWhite as he jumped into the air, avoiding a Prog slash. I'm faster, stronger, and I can jump higher...is it the suit? He thought, grinning under his mask as he fell onto the Prog's back, aimed down, and literally backstabbed it. As its body fell, he landed on one knee. "Yo, how do I go back to my Power Knuck-never mind," his bladed gloves, which he dubbed Power Edge, started to glow and shrink into his default black gloves. On his fingers were a set of black Power Knuckles. "It's clobberin' time!" He lunged towards the nearest Prog, found himself in front of it, and punched it in the stomach. The Prog was launched back.


High above the four teenagers, a window flickered. A body-less face formed on the window, though it was too high for the teenagers to see. The face focused on the teenagers, watching their fighting styles. It appears the right choice was made with these selections. Within moments, the new Power Rangers shall be born!