The New Enemy Prologue: The Warning

Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers. They belong to whichever party currently owns that copyright. This is a fanwork and no profit is being made from it.

Author’s Note: This is the prologue for the New Enemy series. It starts just after the events in Master Vile and the Metallic Armour.

The New Enemy Prologue: The Warning

The battle was over, Master Vile’s scheme to seize the legendary Zeo Crystal had failed and the Power Rangers had once again saved the planet from the forces of evil. Following the battle, the Rangers had used the White Ranger’s sword to break the Zeo Crystal into pieces, which they had then thrown into a time vortex. While there was a chance some of the larger fragments had bonded to the Rangers as they had thrown them into the void, most were simply lost. And without all the fragments it would be impossible for Master Vile to succeed in his plan.

As Alpha moved around the Command Center, adjusting the various scanners to keep watch for possible threats, Zordon was aware of a presence he had not felt for a long time. The ancient citadel that served as Zordon’s monitoring post had been constructed to keep him safe. Only those with one in possession of a Power Coin or invited by somebody who already had access could bypass the Zithium walls of the structure. So it was a great surprised when an old man appeared.

“Zordon you fool, what have you done?” King Raimon demanded.

Raimon had been the rightful ruler of the M-51 Galaxy before it had fallen to the forces of darkness. Under Raimon’s guidance the many planets had come together to combine magic and science in ways that even the Morphin Masters had failed to comprehend. The Zeo Crystal had been one of their greatest achievements, so Zordon could understand the monarch’s outraged expression.

“King Raimon, I am honoured to see you again,” Zordon began.

King Raimon had been much older than Zordon before the war with Rita Repulsa. Indeed, Zordon had been saddened to hear of the king’s passing a few thousand years later. They had been friends and Zordon had learned a great deal from the ancient sage. That he had done something to anger King Raimon enough to return from the dead – exactly how he had accomplished that was unclear – was of great concern.

“You removed the Zeo Crystal!” Raimon accused, clearly incensed although Zordon could not comprehend the reason for his anger. The Zeo Crystal had been a magnificent example of magic bound within the rules of science, but it was far from the M-51 Galaxy’s greatest achievement. “Your actions have undone thousands of years of work and doomed the universe.”

“I assure you King Raimon that it would be impossible for Master Vile to reassemble the Zeo Crystal now that it has been scattered. The universe will never be threatened by its power.”

The noble ghost sighed, realising that Zordon didn’t understand why he was angry and that the Morphin Master had not acted out of some misguided notion. There had been a strong possibility that Master Vile would claim complete control over the Zeo Crystal and Zordon had reacted just as King Raimon would have expected him to. But the Morphin Master didn’t understand the consequences of his actions.

“When your Rangers removed the Zeo Crystal from its resting place within the Caves of Deception did they notice what it was connected to?”

Zordon thought back. The Rangers’ helmets provided a constant visual feed of their surroundings, making it easier for Zordon and Alpha to assist them when needed. He located the footage from Kat and Tommy’s helmets and replayed it. All he could see was the Zeo Crystal and the force field. But there was something else, hidden from view. Why hadn’t he sensed it before.

King Raimon was no longer seething with anger although he still looked annoyed. He shook his head and sighed.

“I apologise Zordon,” he said after a while. “I had not realised that my subjects had continued my work after I passed on. The Technology Cloak was unexpected; there is no way you could have understood the risks.” He quieted added: “But what do we do now?”

Zordon was confused.

“Perhaps if I knew the problem I could help,” Zordon offered.

The anger was gone completely now. Raimon just looked sad as he shook his head.

“The Zeo Crystal was not placed on the Moon to protect the crystal. It was installed there to power the machinery my subjects had built. Now that it has been removed the machinery will start to close down and the work of thousands of years will be for nothing.”

“Can we not replace the Zeo Crystal?” Zordon asked. The Rangers had come across numerous artefacts of great power during their time defending the planet.

“Alas the Zeo Crystal was a unique blending of magic and science that I doubt it would be possible to duplicate. And even if there were those that knew how, a replacement will take too long. No Zordon, the machinery within the Caves of Deception has already started to fail – for it was that which allowed me to briefly return to speak with you – and cannot be reactivated in time. Our efforts have failed and now He will return.”

The was something about the way Raimon said He. Zordon had heard that tone before by soldiers preparing to battle the forces of Lord Zedd. It was fear of facing a more powerful enemy and the knowledge that the campaign was doomed to failure before the battle commenced.

“My time here is short Zordon,” Raimon told him. Indeed, his presence was only possible due to the machinery breaking down and releasing small pockets of energy Raimon had provided during its construction. Once that magic faded the king would be forced to return to his resting place. “You must act now if you to stop Him. The time has come for the truth about the Earth to be revealed. Find it and you will discover a way to stop this evil before it destroys everything.”

The king flickered as the magic sustaining him faded.

“You must find it Zordon, the truth must be revealed so that the Defender can rise once more. Earth is the key; it always has been.”

“But what is this threat?” Zordon asked.

Sadly, he never received an answer; King Raimon was gone leaving Zordon with a puzzle to solve and a feeling that time was running out.

End of Part


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The New Enemy Prologue 2: The Release

Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers. They belong to the current copyright owner. This is a fan work and no profit is being made.

Author’s Note: In this universe the M-51 Galaxy was responsible for the creation of the Zeo Crystal, the Energems and a number of other powerful artefacts.

The New Enemy Prologue 2: The Release

Deep within the Moon lay the Caves of Deception. Long believed to be caverns carved by the forces of evil, they had been prepared long before the emergence of Lord Zedd, Rita Repulsa and Zordon of Eltare by the Techno-Mages of the M-51 Galaxy. Many villains including Lord Zedd had discovered that a powerful artefact known as the Zeo Crystal had been placed there. They had not noticed the machinery in which the crystal had been placed or the vast equipment that used the crystal’s power to project an energy beam through the darkness of space to the distant world of Druel.

Druel appeared to be small planet and was situated far from Earth. It was a planet with a disputed history; there were some who claimed that the planet had once looked very different and that the twin moons that circled it had once been a single planet. The only thing they all agreed was that Druel had always orbited around a solitary blue star. There were some that spoke of a great battle that had left portions of the surface incapable of supporting life and that not even weeds could survive the harsh environment. It had been this way for as long as anyone could remember.

Not much else was known about the planet because the system had long been off limits to both the Galactic Council and the Alliance of Evil. A large fleet prevented either side from encroaching. It was one of the few worlds deemed truly off limits to both sides of the conflict and not even the likes of Master Vile would ignore the penalties for ignoring a boundary that had been in place long before he had taken control of Gamma Vile. And any attempt to learn of the planet’s origins from those that guarded it had also failed; the large armada was swift to responded to intruders but never answered the hails of other ships.

For those that had managed to near the planet, the reason why access was restrict had become very clear before they were destroyed. Druel didn’t exist. The barren world that was seen from a distance was just an illusion. There was no planet surrounded by two moons as many believed. Instead there were the two large fragments of the world that had once been known as Druel held in a fixed orbit around a mass of ancient machinery. The machinery had been placed on hundreds of floating platforms and aligned so that from a distance with the correct projections in place, nobody could see what was really there.

Druel was in truth a very large prison constructed to hold a dangerous villain. A worshipper of one the dark gods, he had made a bid for absolute power after gathering the powerful Energems, crafted by the monks of the M-51 Galaxy, and enacting a ceremony to bind their power to his will. He had conquered and in some cases killed their rightful owners during his quest and had been determined that nothing would stop him.

The forces of the M-51 Galaxy had mobilised a massive army against him, working with others to stop the madman before he could unlock the power of the Energems. In the confusion the Energems had been stolen by a rival and accidentally scattered across the galaxy. He had retained the power they had granted him, but his enemies had taken advantage of the distraction and had somehow transported him to Druel.

In a fit of rage he had destroyed the planet, a rash action that had cost him most of the power he had gained from his connection to the gems. A battle had followed and while they could not hurt him, they had been able to herd him into a trap.

His enemies had constructed a portable cell capable of emitting a stasis field. They had weaved spells to ensure that time within the cell stopped, preserving him in a moment of time. He would not age nor die, but would remain forever frozen, unable to escape. But it quickly became clear that maintaining the spell would require more and more energy as time passed, far more energy than the mages had at their disposal without the Energems. And so the people of the M-51 Galaxy had set about building the platforms and equipment needed to received energy transmitted from worlds across the universe. Specially cut crystals would gather a combination or life energy and raw magic and after converting it into a useable form, would transmit that energy to where it was needed.

And once there it would power the vast machinery needed to serve one function: to maintain the stasis field. Originally there had been seven crystals, each constructed to work with the unique properties of the nearby planets. Over time six of those crystals had been either lost following war or stolen. Eventually only one remained: The Zeo Crystal hidden deep within the caverns of the Earth’s moon.

And now something had changed. The flow of power from the Earth had been disrupted and the machinery could no longer maintain the stasis field. Its creators had allowed for the possibility that a few of the crystals would fail for a short time and had included safeguards and backups. But with only the Zeo Crystal to power the machinery there had not been the opportunity to build new reserves and with the Zeo Crystal gone, it only took a short time before the cell opened.


The moment the stasis field had failed, the fleet of ships that had served to keep others from approaching Druel started to move. The powerful warships turned toward the planet and opened fire as they had been programmed to do so long ago. The platforms and technology were ripped apart as the ships tried to destroy the being hidden deep inside before he could recover. For hours they bombarded the area, not stopping to see if maybe they had been successful. Only when their weapons were incapable of firing did they cease their attack, only to propel themselves toward the former prison in a suicidal dive to ensure the destruction of anything that remained.

The fleet never made it to their target. As they sped inward the prisoner finally returned fire, unleashing a wave of green energy that engulfed the vessels. The ships vanished in a haze as the destructive wave smashed through anything in its path. A second blast reduced the twin moons to space dust and soon the only thing left was a lone villain.


He had been unable to move during his imprisonment, but his powers had recovered slowly and over millions of years he had regained a portion of his former strength, enough to battle an army and triumph. Of course he was unaware how long he had been held. To his mind he had been placed in the cell and seconds later had broken free when the stasis field had failed. He reached out with his mind and located his fortress. It was far away, but never beyond his reach. One moment he was floating in the debris of his captors, the next he vanished, on his way back to the battlefield before his enemies grew too comfortable in their victory.

His enemies had landed a lucky blow and had somehow forced him from the battlefield. But whatever their plan it had failed and when he returned he would claim his victory. Unfortunately, he didn’t realise that that victory had been claimed long ago by his enemies and that few if any would even remember his name. They would consider him a new enemy.

End of Part


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The New Enemy Prologue 2: The Release

Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers. They belong to the current copyright owner. This is a fan work and no profit is being made.

Author’s Note: In this universe the M-51 Galaxy was responsible for the creation of the Zeo Crystal, the Energems and a number of other powerful artefacts.

The New Enemy Prologue 2: The Release

Deep within the Moon lay the Caves of Deception. Long believed to be caverns carved by the forces of evil, they had been prepared long before the emergence of Lord Zedd, Rita Repulsa and Zordon of Eltare by the Techno-Mages of the M-51 Galaxy. Many villains including Lord Zedd had discovered that a powerful artefact known as the Zeo Crystal had been placed there. They had not noticed the machinery in which the crystal had been placed or the vast equipment that used the crystal’s power to project an energy beam through the darkness of space to the distant world of Druel.

Druel appeared to be small planet and was situated far from Earth. It was a planet with a disputed history; there were some who claimed that the planet had once looked very different and that the twin moons that circled it had once been a single planet. The only thing they all agreed was that Druel had always orbited around a solitary blue star. There were some that spoke of a great battle that had left portions of the surface incapable of supporting life and that not even weeds could survive the harsh environment. It had been this way for as long as anyone could remember.

Not much else was known about the planet because the system had long been off limits to both the Galactic Council and the Alliance of Evil. A large fleet prevented either side from encroaching. It was one of the few worlds deemed truly off limits to both sides of the conflict and not even the likes of Master Vile would ignore the penalties for ignoring a boundary that had been in place long before he had taken control of Gamma Vile. And any attempt to learn of the planet’s origins from those that guarded it had also failed; the large armada was swift to responded to intruders but never answered the hails of other ships.

For those that had managed to near the planet, the reason why access was restrict had become very clear before they were destroyed. Druel didn’t exist. The barren world that was seen from a distance was just an illusion. There was no planet surrounded by two moons as many believed. Instead there were the two large fragments of the world that had once been known as Druel held in a fixed orbit around a mass of ancient machinery. The machinery had been placed on hundreds of floating platforms and aligned so that from a distance with the correct projections in place, nobody could see what was really there.

Druel was in truth a very large prison constructed to hold a dangerous villain. A worshipper of one the dark gods, he had made a bid for absolute power after gathering the powerful Energems, crafted by the monks of the M-51 Galaxy, and enacting a ceremony to bind their power to his will. He had conquered and in some cases killed their rightful owners during his quest and had been determined that nothing would stop him.

The forces of the M-51 Galaxy had mobilised a massive army against him, working with others to stop the madman before he could unlock the power of the Energems. In the confusion the Energems had been stolen by a rival and accidentally scattered across the galaxy. He had retained the power they had granted him, but his enemies had taken advantage of the distraction and had somehow transported him to Druel.

In a fit of rage he had destroyed the planet, a rash action that had cost him most of the power he had gained from his connection to the gems. A battle had followed and while they could not hurt him, they had been able to herd him into a trap.

His enemies had constructed a portable cell capable of emitting a stasis field. They had weaved spells to ensure that time within the cell stopped, preserving him in a moment of time. He would not age nor die, but would remain forever frozen, unable to escape. But it quickly became clear that maintaining the spell would require more and more energy as time passed, far more energy than the mages had at their disposal without the Energems. And so the people of the M-51 Galaxy had set about building the platforms and equipment needed to received energy transmitted from worlds across the universe. Specially cut crystals would gather a combination or life energy and raw magic and after converting it into a useable form, would transmit that energy to where it was needed.

And once there it would power the vast machinery needed to serve one function: to maintain the stasis field. Originally there had been seven crystals, each constructed to work with the unique properties of the nearby planets. Over time six of those crystals had been either lost following war or stolen. Eventually only one remained: The Zeo Crystal hidden deep within the caverns of the Earth’s moon.

And now something had changed. The flow of power from the Earth had been disrupted and the machinery could no longer maintain the stasis field. Its creators had allowed for the possibility that a few of the crystals would fail for a short time and had included safeguards and backups. But with only the Zeo Crystal to power the machinery there had not been the opportunity to build new reserves and with the Zeo Crystal gone, it only took a short time before the cell opened.


The moment the stasis field had failed, the fleet of ships that had served to keep others from approaching Druel started to move. The powerful warships turned toward the planet and opened fire as they had been programmed to do so long ago. The platforms and technology were ripped apart as the ships tried to destroy the being hidden deep inside before he could recover. For hours they bombarded the area, not stopping to see if maybe they had been successful. Only when their weapons were incapable of firing did they cease their attack, only to propel themselves toward the former prison in a suicidal dive to ensure the destruction of anything that remained.

The fleet never made it to their target. As they sped inward the prisoner finally returned fire, unleashing a wave of green energy that engulfed the vessels. The ships vanished in a haze as the destructive wave smashed through anything in its path. A second blast reduced the twin moons to space dust and soon the only thing left was a lone villain.


He had been unable to move during his imprisonment, but his powers had recovered slowly and over millions of years he had regained a portion of his former strength, enough to battle an army and triumph. Of course he was unaware how long he had been held. To his mind he had been placed in the cell and seconds later had broken free when the stasis field had failed. He reached out with his mind and located his fortress. It was far away, but never beyond his reach. One moment he was floating in the debris of his captors, the next he vanished, on his way back to the battlefield before his enemies grew too comfortable in their victory.

His enemies had landed a lucky blow and had somehow forced him from the battlefield. But whatever their plan it had failed and when he returned he would claim his victory. Unfortunately, he didn’t realise that that victory had been claimed long ago by his enemies and that few if any would even remember his name. They would consider him a new enemy.

End of Part


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