ZombieRanger fic
Title: Mighty Necrotic Zombie Rangers
Fandom: MMPR... ish
Pairing: Uhhh... no.
Tags: By Request. Zombies. This is entirely your fault queenriley
Rating: PG13ish
MNZR
Look ye, gentle readers, upon the quiet and tranquil town of Angel Grove, California. Children frolic in the streets, young lovers are spending time in paddle boats on the lake, while Manly Men toil endlessly at the inexplicable rock quarry. All is peaceful, and all is good with the world. Those among you possessed of even a remote familiarity with this city will understand why, lurking in the hearts of all of its citizens, a general sense that the other shoe was on its way down.
It arrived as expected, not as a giant fish, mutated octopus, ill-tempered literary caricature, or even just a general giant monster.
No, it started as an accident.
For reasons unknown to even the city controllers, Angel Grove possesses a large abandoned warehouse district. It actually was built that way, citizens claim, in order that the battles with Giant Robots that everyone was sure would happen, had a place to destroy that wouldn’t cost the city millions in tax dollars, or result in staggering loss of life. The downside: it was zoned to have full access to the city’s water supply. And the lifeblood of all the mutated creatures that had fallen to the Mighty MegaZord finally seeped through the ground, and began to work its way into the town’s homes by way of the treatment plant.
Now this being California, most people drank bottled water anyway, and the water treatment facility was second to none (having been rebuilt no less than three times in the last year thanks to a giant turtle, a mutated sea bass, and giant beachball). Unfortunatly, a small bit of the poisonous material made it through, where it would find its way into many a home faucet, city pool and even a colorful concoction that was called “Ernie’s Tropical Sunset Surpise.”
It is this last destination that would spell trouble for the city, as it was being served to a group of five coincidentally-color-coded teenagers, toasting the destruction of a threat to the city once again… that someone else had done and they had nothing to do with. Heh.
3,000 people died (including the aforementioned group of teens) before the federal government finally arrived in the one place that the Greatful Dead had refused to play (“The scene there is, like, way too freaky.” - said the drummer). They began emergency containment and treatment, trying to save as many as they could.
Lord Zedd and his minions weren’t stupid… ok, they’re weren’t stupid ENOUGH to try and attack a city being controlled by the American Military, so he gave his minions some off, and took Rita to see some family in another system.
Without threat of attack, Zordon had no need to summon or even check on his Rangers, so he decided to catch up on some back issues of “Disembodied Head Quarterly.” Alpha, meanwhile, had discovered what the internet was for.
It took 5 weeks to finally begin making sense of things. A mass funeral had been conducted, and the bodies of those killed in the “incident” were laid to rest in mass graves, with a stone marker memorializing them. The city went about its life as normalcy returned, as best they knew how. Then a monstrous taco appeared in the city, tearing things up and calling out the rangers. People screaming in panic and fleeing for their lives breathed a quiet sigh of relief as they ducked flying cars and molten cheese attacks. Things were finally getting back to normal.
In the Power Ranger Command Center, Zordon rematerialized. “Alpha! Lord Zedd has summoned the feared El Taco Enormo! He must be stopped. Summon the Rangers!”
“Ayeyiyi! Right away Zordon!”
No one heard the beeping watches since they were buried under several feet of dirt and death.
20 minutes later, El Taco Enormo paused in his carnage and checked his bright purple cartoon watch. Where were those blasted kids?
Ironically, Zordon was wondering the same thing. “Alpha, have you reached the Rangers yet?”
“No, Zordon, no one is answering! Where could they be?”
“They must have encountered some trouble and are trapped. Use the emergency recall and summon them immediately”
“Summoning them now!” Alpha said, and pressed a series of buttons. He was understandably upset when six decomposing bodies suddenly materialized in the command center. Even more so when he discovered who they were. “Ayeyiyiyiyiyi!”
“Alpha, What is the meaning of this?”
“I don’t know, Zordon! They’re… they’re all dead!”
“Yes, I can see that.” Zordon commented dryly. “But the fact remains that they are the only ones who can bear the power coins. Fetch…. THE NECRONOMI-TRON!”
“GASP!” Alpha was so shocked he actually said the word as he… well… gasped. “You can’t mean…”
“That’s right. We will harness the power of the coins and return the life to their bodies, just as we do the powerzords.”
“But… but its never been used on humans before.”
“Alpha…” Zordon said condescendingly, “I’m a transdimensional disembodied head, and am thousands of years old. I think I know what I’m doing by now. Besides, what is the worst that could happen?”
“Y-Yes, Zordon” Alpha said, before opening a small hatch and retrieving a strange looking control box that seemed to glow dark green. He sighed, then pressed the big red button with the skull and crossbones on it.
Purple lightening engulfed the bodies on the floor; before they seemed to stiffen, then slowly lumber to their feet. Zordon finally got a look at them, and suddenly realized that yes, even floating disembodied heads can become nauseated. Kimberly’s once brilliant blond hair hung around her emaciated face like bits of straw. Tommy and Jason appeared to have been thrown to one side, as each had a shoulder out of alignment. Billy’s glasses missing, but didn’t appear to be needed, as the… boy… seemed have scar tissue in both eyes. Trini and Zach seemed the most normal, though that was a subjective statement as all rangers had hollow looking faces, patches of skin literally falling of them, and tattered remains of clothing.
“Rangers! Lord Zedd has sent El Taco Enormo to Angel grove! You must morph and take him down.”
“Uhhh…. Floating Head Right.” Zombie!Tommy stated in a dull monotone. “It Morph Time!”
The zombies…err…. Rangers… grabbed their power morphers, which seemed to flash brightly, then change just alittle as they called out their transformation symbol. When they emerged, their rangers uniforms were just as dirty and patchy as their clothing had been. The pink ranger’s helmet was missing a chunk of it, exposing a sunken eye. All looked much more skull-like than before.
The once proud symbols of justice would now strike fear into just about everyone, rather than just their enemies.
“Zombie Rangers get taco” The Red Zombie Ranger stated.
“Eat its brains!” The pink one replied.
“Braaiinns….” They all agreed, then disappeared.
Silence reigned in the command center for a long moment, as Alpha slowly turned to face Zordon.
“I have a bad feeling about this.” The robot stated.
“Turn on the viewing globe. We must monitor the situation.”
As the image cleared, the two mostly living beings in the command center watched the six, mostly-dead rangers arrive on the scene. There was no posturing, no witty speeches, just…
“Zordon, they’re… eating it!”
“I’m sure they are just hungry from their time… uh… dead… Alpha. It is nothing to worry about”
“But they’re not eating the taco part! They’ve torn the head off and are… ugh” Robots, too, can apparently get nauseated. “And… Its Lord Zedd!!!”
Alpha’s cry was unknowingly echoed as the dread Lord appeared, wanting to know who had changed the rules and why his monster was suddenly STILL someone’s lunch. Unfortunately, Lord Zedd had forgotten that his appearance was not… safe… to have around Zombies. They took one look at his helmet, which was nothing more than a circle around his brain, and began stumbling towards him, leaving the dessicated body of El Taco Enormo behind them.
“Brains….”
“What… what are you… GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CRAZY KIDS!”
The somewhat less frightening Lord Zedd (witnesses would agree that between his squealing and back pedaling, and the gruesome faces of the Zombie Rangers that he just wasn’t that scary anymore) was trying to cover his head and flee, as they rangers shuffled after him.
“RITA! GET MY SHOTGUN!” Zedd screamed, before the six former-teens converged on him.
We’ll leave the remainder to the reader’s imagination. Suffice to say that the Rangers needed a new villain, as Rita and the others decided that they needed a new planet to conquer.
Watching from the viewing globe, Zordon sighed. “Alpha. I’m leaving. I’ve only stuck around to train the rangers… and.. this is just messed up. I’m going to go back to my home dimension, and get very, very drunk.
“Ayeyiyiyi! What about me? What if they come back here?”
“Just get some shotguns, a couple of rednecks, a plucky college co-ed, a hapless boob whose name should probably just be Bait, and a kid with nothing to loose. Then let nature take its course. They are Zombies after all.” With that, Zordon vanished, and Alpha started to cry.
Fandom: MMPR... ish
Pairing: Uhhh... no.
Tags: By Request. Zombies. This is entirely your fault queenriley
Rating: PG13ish
MNZR
Look ye, gentle readers, upon the quiet and tranquil town of Angel Grove, California. Children frolic in the streets, young lovers are spending time in paddle boats on the lake, while Manly Men toil endlessly at the inexplicable rock quarry. All is peaceful, and all is good with the world. Those among you possessed of even a remote familiarity with this city will understand why, lurking in the hearts of all of its citizens, a general sense that the other shoe was on its way down.
It arrived as expected, not as a giant fish, mutated octopus, ill-tempered literary caricature, or even just a general giant monster.
No, it started as an accident.
For reasons unknown to even the city controllers, Angel Grove possesses a large abandoned warehouse district. It actually was built that way, citizens claim, in order that the battles with Giant Robots that everyone was sure would happen, had a place to destroy that wouldn’t cost the city millions in tax dollars, or result in staggering loss of life. The downside: it was zoned to have full access to the city’s water supply. And the lifeblood of all the mutated creatures that had fallen to the Mighty MegaZord finally seeped through the ground, and began to work its way into the town’s homes by way of the treatment plant.
Now this being California, most people drank bottled water anyway, and the water treatment facility was second to none (having been rebuilt no less than three times in the last year thanks to a giant turtle, a mutated sea bass, and giant beachball). Unfortunatly, a small bit of the poisonous material made it through, where it would find its way into many a home faucet, city pool and even a colorful concoction that was called “Ernie’s Tropical Sunset Surpise.”
It is this last destination that would spell trouble for the city, as it was being served to a group of five coincidentally-color-coded teenagers, toasting the destruction of a threat to the city once again… that someone else had done and they had nothing to do with. Heh.
3,000 people died (including the aforementioned group of teens) before the federal government finally arrived in the one place that the Greatful Dead had refused to play (“The scene there is, like, way too freaky.” - said the drummer). They began emergency containment and treatment, trying to save as many as they could.
Lord Zedd and his minions weren’t stupid… ok, they’re weren’t stupid ENOUGH to try and attack a city being controlled by the American Military, so he gave his minions some off, and took Rita to see some family in another system.
Without threat of attack, Zordon had no need to summon or even check on his Rangers, so he decided to catch up on some back issues of “Disembodied Head Quarterly.” Alpha, meanwhile, had discovered what the internet was for.
It took 5 weeks to finally begin making sense of things. A mass funeral had been conducted, and the bodies of those killed in the “incident” were laid to rest in mass graves, with a stone marker memorializing them. The city went about its life as normalcy returned, as best they knew how. Then a monstrous taco appeared in the city, tearing things up and calling out the rangers. People screaming in panic and fleeing for their lives breathed a quiet sigh of relief as they ducked flying cars and molten cheese attacks. Things were finally getting back to normal.
In the Power Ranger Command Center, Zordon rematerialized. “Alpha! Lord Zedd has summoned the feared El Taco Enormo! He must be stopped. Summon the Rangers!”
“Ayeyiyi! Right away Zordon!”
No one heard the beeping watches since they were buried under several feet of dirt and death.
20 minutes later, El Taco Enormo paused in his carnage and checked his bright purple cartoon watch. Where were those blasted kids?
Ironically, Zordon was wondering the same thing. “Alpha, have you reached the Rangers yet?”
“No, Zordon, no one is answering! Where could they be?”
“They must have encountered some trouble and are trapped. Use the emergency recall and summon them immediately”
“Summoning them now!” Alpha said, and pressed a series of buttons. He was understandably upset when six decomposing bodies suddenly materialized in the command center. Even more so when he discovered who they were. “Ayeyiyiyiyiyi!”
“Alpha, What is the meaning of this?”
“I don’t know, Zordon! They’re… they’re all dead!”
“Yes, I can see that.” Zordon commented dryly. “But the fact remains that they are the only ones who can bear the power coins. Fetch…. THE NECRONOMI-TRON!”
“GASP!” Alpha was so shocked he actually said the word as he… well… gasped. “You can’t mean…”
“That’s right. We will harness the power of the coins and return the life to their bodies, just as we do the powerzords.”
“But… but its never been used on humans before.”
“Alpha…” Zordon said condescendingly, “I’m a transdimensional disembodied head, and am thousands of years old. I think I know what I’m doing by now. Besides, what is the worst that could happen?”
“Y-Yes, Zordon” Alpha said, before opening a small hatch and retrieving a strange looking control box that seemed to glow dark green. He sighed, then pressed the big red button with the skull and crossbones on it.
Purple lightening engulfed the bodies on the floor; before they seemed to stiffen, then slowly lumber to their feet. Zordon finally got a look at them, and suddenly realized that yes, even floating disembodied heads can become nauseated. Kimberly’s once brilliant blond hair hung around her emaciated face like bits of straw. Tommy and Jason appeared to have been thrown to one side, as each had a shoulder out of alignment. Billy’s glasses missing, but didn’t appear to be needed, as the… boy… seemed have scar tissue in both eyes. Trini and Zach seemed the most normal, though that was a subjective statement as all rangers had hollow looking faces, patches of skin literally falling of them, and tattered remains of clothing.
“Rangers! Lord Zedd has sent El Taco Enormo to Angel grove! You must morph and take him down.”
“Uhhh…. Floating Head Right.” Zombie!Tommy stated in a dull monotone. “It Morph Time!”
The zombies…err…. Rangers… grabbed their power morphers, which seemed to flash brightly, then change just alittle as they called out their transformation symbol. When they emerged, their rangers uniforms were just as dirty and patchy as their clothing had been. The pink ranger’s helmet was missing a chunk of it, exposing a sunken eye. All looked much more skull-like than before.
The once proud symbols of justice would now strike fear into just about everyone, rather than just their enemies.
“Zombie Rangers get taco” The Red Zombie Ranger stated.
“Eat its brains!” The pink one replied.
“Braaiinns….” They all agreed, then disappeared.
Silence reigned in the command center for a long moment, as Alpha slowly turned to face Zordon.
“I have a bad feeling about this.” The robot stated.
“Turn on the viewing globe. We must monitor the situation.”
As the image cleared, the two mostly living beings in the command center watched the six, mostly-dead rangers arrive on the scene. There was no posturing, no witty speeches, just…
“Zordon, they’re… eating it!”
“I’m sure they are just hungry from their time… uh… dead… Alpha. It is nothing to worry about”
“But they’re not eating the taco part! They’ve torn the head off and are… ugh” Robots, too, can apparently get nauseated. “And… Its Lord Zedd!!!”
Alpha’s cry was unknowingly echoed as the dread Lord appeared, wanting to know who had changed the rules and why his monster was suddenly STILL someone’s lunch. Unfortunately, Lord Zedd had forgotten that his appearance was not… safe… to have around Zombies. They took one look at his helmet, which was nothing more than a circle around his brain, and began stumbling towards him, leaving the dessicated body of El Taco Enormo behind them.
“Brains….”
“What… what are you… GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CRAZY KIDS!”
The somewhat less frightening Lord Zedd (witnesses would agree that between his squealing and back pedaling, and the gruesome faces of the Zombie Rangers that he just wasn’t that scary anymore) was trying to cover his head and flee, as they rangers shuffled after him.
“RITA! GET MY SHOTGUN!” Zedd screamed, before the six former-teens converged on him.
We’ll leave the remainder to the reader’s imagination. Suffice to say that the Rangers needed a new villain, as Rita and the others decided that they needed a new planet to conquer.
Watching from the viewing globe, Zordon sighed. “Alpha. I’m leaving. I’ve only stuck around to train the rangers… and.. this is just messed up. I’m going to go back to my home dimension, and get very, very drunk.
“Ayeyiyiyi! What about me? What if they come back here?”
“Just get some shotguns, a couple of rednecks, a plucky college co-ed, a hapless boob whose name should probably just be Bait, and a kid with nothing to loose. Then let nature take its course. They are Zombies after all.” With that, Zordon vanished, and Alpha started to cry.