Power Rangers Dino Strike

Zord Hunt

Y/N: Your Name

L/N: Last Name

E/C: Eye color

H/S: Hair style

H/C: Hair color

Centuries ago in feudal Japan, strange aliens first arrived to take over the world, but master ninjas used special coins containing the prehistoric power of dinosaurs to defeat their enemies.

Today, the coins have been awakened and the Warmonger Aliens return and face a new team of warriors. They are Power Rangers Dino Strike!

At school, Y/N sat in Mr. Iglesias' class with his fellow Rangers, waiting for their teacher. Butch and Spike, being the idiots that they were, just chuckled at a prank they were about to pull. Mr. Iglesias then walked into the classroom.

Mr. Iglesias was a rather round man with a bald head and graying goatee. He wore giant Hawaiian shirts of different colors and a pair of baggy shorts. He may have been the history teacher, but he was not afraid to drop some Spanish in his lessons here and there.

"Hola, my friends," he said as he set his briefcase, which was just a cardboard box with a handle and his name, on the desk. "Now, to start today, I'd like to remind everyone--"

Mr. Iglesias opened one of his drawers, only for chalk powder to explode in his face. While the other students went wide-eyed in shock, Butch and Spike began cackling, pointing at their teacher.

"Very funny, Senors Bulk and Spike," Mr. Iglesias said as he grabbed a paper towel and wiped his face with it. "Keep laughing, because you two will be serving two weeks' detention." The bullies' laughter died.

As the lesson droned on, Y/N reached into his pocket and pulled out his coin. The tyrannosaurus skull seemed to glow with red energy as his thumb ran over its marking in the gold. Was he really the right choice to be a Red Power Ranger? Sure, he did a good job leading the day before, but he was still new. Who knew if he could live up to it again?

Aboard the Warmonger's ship, Martarcon blasted Leonoid back with his fire.

"You coward!" the alien leader said in his quiet voice. "You couldn't fight the Rangers without returning to lick your wounds. They are children! CHILDREN!"

"But sire--"

"Silence!" Cyberned said as he grabbed Leonoid by the throat, raising him off of the ship's floor.

"Perhaps I could create something that could end the Rangers?" Gearroid suggested to Martarcon. "I always found robots to be more reliable. Easier to control."

"Wait!" Leonoid struggled to say. "I... have... plan!"

"Husband," Venomella cooed as she took her place at Martarcon's side, sitting on a throne that resembled his, "perhaps we should hear this feline out before we do anything rash. He is, after all, one of Serpenight's top commanders."

"She isss correct, my lord," Serpenight said to his leader with a bow. Martarcon said nothing. Instead, he looked at Cyberned and waved his hand.

"As you command, my master," the robot said, dropping Leonoid onto the floor before returning to Martarcon's right hand.

"Speak," the leader said. "And don't even bother wasting my time."

"Trust me," Leonoid said, rubbing his hairy throat as he stood. "I have a new plan. The Weedies can join together, correct?"