This is something I've been toying with on and off for the past five years.
I've finally completed one chapter of it (huzzah) and figured I'd post it
here since it's kindasorta related. (Hell, we get enough "original" stories
here--at least this is BASED ON SOMETHING...)

C&C if you please. ^_^



We didn't ask for this. None of us asked to be here.

If any one of us had been given a choice, we'd never have left behind our
ordinary, normal lives. We wouldn't have taken the risk...wouldn't have put
ourselves on the line for this. Every last one of us would have let someone
else take our place in a heartbeat.

But that's not the way it worked out. In the end, we never had a say in the
matter. Destiny was against us from the beginning.

We didn't ask for this. None of us asked to be here.

But this is where we are, and the only thing left to do now is put an end to
it once and for all...to finish it so we can get back to our perfectly
ordinary lives.

We didn't ask for this. None of us asked to be here. But this is where we
are, and the only choices left to us are fight or die.

We're not particularly eager to die today.

"Ready?"

"All set!"

"Check!"

"Locked and loaded."

"Let's do this!"

"UNMEI SENTAI...PAWAARENJAA!"



**************

UNMEI SENTAI PAWAARENJAA

A fan novel from Studio ELL

"Super Sentai Series" is a trademark of

Toei Co. Ltd. Related trademarks

used without permission; this is a

fan work and is not intended for profit.

Legacy 01: Destiny's Call to Action!

The Unwilling PowerRed!



**************



"The time has come, hasn't it?"

Lights flashed on computer consoles arrayed around a hexagonal room lit by
overhead halogen lamps. A lone figure stood in the notched workspace of an
elliptical table set in the center of the room. A man stood in shadow at one
end of the room, hands clasped behind his back. He nodded once, the action
barely visible to the other occupant. "The Archons have arrived. It's just
as the prophecy stated."

A sigh. "All these years...I had hoped we were doing this for nothing."

"As did I, my friend." The shadowed figure turned to examine a computer
display. "Contact our agent in San Francisco. Advise him to seek out the
first candidate." He paced along a bank of steadily working computers,
sighing. "At long last, UNMEI's true mission begins..."

* * * * * *

"Qom gurien d'li'umo?"

"Kos navare'cha."

"Jo'qai."

* * * * * *

In the narrow back lawn of a modest townhouse in northern California, two
young boys were playing catch under the watchful eye of a rather bored,
irritated young woman.

Well, in truth, she wasn't really watching them very carefully, and she was
more bored than irritated, because the trig text she was trying to make
sense of was threatening to put her to sleep.

Lamia brushed a stray lock of honey-brown hair out of her face as she
flipped another page in the cumbersome text, glancing up to see the two
younger Cruz siblings laughing as the ball sailed gracefully back and forth
between them. She smiled; her little brothers were shoo-ins for Little
League once they were old enough.

Grey eyes flicked back to the text, scanning it as a frown creased a face
that most people would term beautiful. Lamia wasn't vain by any stretch of
the imagination; she knew she had good looks, but didn't go to any extra
effort on her appearance, nor did she try to flaunt her beauty like so many
of her peers did. Her skin tone just barely hinted at her Hispanic heritage;
she was of average height and had a trim, athletic, yet modest figure. She
typically didn't bother with much makeup or jewelry, as those things didn't
matter to her--and apparently, her boyfriend didn't seem to care about them
much, either.

As one of the boys missed the ball and had to chase it to the fence line,
the back door of the house opened, and a tall, well-built young man stepped
out. "Hey beautiful," he called in a suave tone.

"Alex!" Lamia abandoned her studies and rushed to greet her boyfriend with a
hug. "I didn't think you'd be over today."

Alex shrugged. "Practice got cancelled. Coach called in sick today."

"That's too bad," Lamia said.

"Yeah..." Alex grinned. "But at least I get to spend today with my favourite
girl."

Just then, the ball escaped from the two boys and went flying toward a
window. Lamia suddenly went from standing by her boyfriend to being halfway
across the yard, foot lashing out to send the ball over the fence into the
neighbour's yard.

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Does that count as a homer?"

"Lamia!" one of the boys cried. "That was our *ball*!"

"Yeah? Well that's *Mom's* window," Lamia replied. "So why don't you two go
get your ball from next door, then come back and watch TV for a while,
okay?"

"Okay," said the younger of the two. "We'll go next door so you two can
smooch." Laughing, the two boys wandered out of the yard, making exaggerated
kissing noises.

Lamia rolled her eyes and sighed. "Brats."

Alex chuckled. "C'mon, let's see about rounding up some pizza. I don't want
to sit and watch you poison your brothers. Or me, for that matter."

Lamia smacked him hard in the chest. "Jerk."

* * * * * *

An object descended through the Earth's atmosphere, disturbing the orbits of
several weather satellites in its wake.

It couldn't rightly be called a ship. Gunmetal grey and seemingly one solid
piece, it resembled a huge arch, and seemed to swallow any light that dared
approach it.

Across the world, scientists, heads of state, and military commanders were
suddenly interrupted in their routines as the object was detected.
Frantically, they scrambled to make sense of what was happening, to decide
on a course of action; all the while, the strange, silent object continued
its approach toward Earth.

Nearly six hours after entering the atmosphere, it descended to a level
where it could be seen with the naked eye. In situation rooms the world
over, those in power watched grimly as the object drew closer and closer to
the estimated target point in Japan.

At approximately eight A.M. local time, the entire nation of Japan watched
in awe, shock, and varying degrees of panic, wonder, excitement, and fear as
the arch descended directly over Mount Fuji. A pair of long, thin, gleaming
silver rods protruded from the base of the hovering enigma, filling the air
for miles around with a high-pitched whine as they began to whir. The arch
descended until the rods contacted the mountain, and plumes of dust rose
into the sky as they drilled into the stone.

After several minutes, the drills stopped and retracted. In their place
appeared a pair of thicker black spikes. With a sudden motion and a
deafening *crunch*, the arch descended directly onto the mountain, anchoring
itself in place, dwarfing the peak of the popular attraction.

* * * * * *

"...tell our agent in San Francisco to *hurry*."

* * * * * *

They'd ordered pizza; the boys had returned from next door and turned on the
television. Lamia and Alex had joined them, and after some good-natured
bickering, the four of them had agreed upon a programme to watch, and
settled in for the evening.

Lamia was cleaning up after dinner when the doorbell rang. "Nobody get up,
I've got it," Lamia said. Wiping her hands on a towel, she moved to the
front door and opened it. "Yes?" she asked of the man on the other side. He
was rather nondescript; he wore a charcoal suit, had dark, neatly combed
hair, square-framed glasses, and an entirely forgettable face.

"Lamia Cruz?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, that's me."

The man flashed an identification folder; there was a silver shield inside
next to a very official-looking identification card. "My name's Johnson,
ma'am. I need to speak to you privately."

Lamia frowned in confusion. "Are you a cop?" she asked.

Johnson shook his head. "I'm not a police officer, ma'am. I am, however, on
official government business. If you don't mind..." He gestured vaguely.

With a backward glance at the three boys in the living room, Lamia sighed.
"Around back, then," she said. *What could the government want with me?*

* * * * * *

The government man withdrew a manila folder and a palmtop computer from his
jacket as Lamia closed the back door. "Okay, what's this all about?" she
asked, folding her arms across her chest. "Are you FBI or something?"

Johnson shook his head. "I'm with the United Nations Metasoldier
Experimentation Institute."

"The...wha?" Lamia responded.

"UNMEI for short," Johnson continued. "We're a small organisation dedicated
to creating a special task force for a specific purpose. I'm a recruiting
agent." He set the folder down on the table where Lamia had been doing her
homework earlier, and opened it. The Hispanic girl's eyes widened as she saw
a photo of herself, paperclipped to a lengthy biographical worksheet.

"Hey, what the--"

"Miss Cruz," Johnson said, sitting down and steepling his hands under his
chin, "A crisis is coming. The world is in grave danger. For the last fifty
years, UNMEI has worked in secret to prepare a defence against the coming
crisis. It was hoped that the decades of preparation would be
unnecessary...but the time has come."

He pulled another photograph out of the folder and laid it on the table.
Lamia squinted; it was hard to make out, but it looked like a giant metal
arch hanging in the middle of space. "This was taken at an observatory in
Japan yesterday. The object in this photograph landed on Earth an hour ago,
at Mount Fuji. This is the final sign. Time has run out, and UNMEI must move
quickly to stop the end of all life as we know it."

Lamia stared at him. "This is the craziest thing I've ever heard in my
life."

"I didn't believe in any of this either when I joined the organisation,"
Johnson admitted. "But I've seen too many things. If you don't believe me,
turn on the news...most of the major networks are covering the story now."

Lamia glanced through the window to where her boyfriend and younger brothers
were watching some stupid cartoon, blissfully unaware of strange government
agents and giant arches. "Okay, so what does this have to do with me?" she
asked.

"For the past seven months, UNMEI has been screening candidates from all
over the world to select the task force which will prevent the crisis. The
list has been narrowed to five. You, Miss Cruz, are one of those five."

Lamia stared at him. "WHAT?!"

Johnson motioned at the folder. "We've done extensive research. You possess
all the qualities needed. You have strong physical, mental, and spiritual
discipline, and are a natural leader. You've been chosen to head the
Pandimensional Occupation War Exosuit Reserve team."

Lamia's mouth fell open, and for a long moment she simply stared in shock.

Then, she started laughing.

"Look, I...I'm flattered, really. But I didn't sign up for anything, I'm not
interested in playing soldier...I've got a lot of studying to do, I have
kickboxing classes to teach, I have a boyfriend, my mom counts on me to keep
the little brats in line...so you're just going to have to find somebody
else."

"Miss Cruz, there *is* no one else. Only five people can become the soldiers
who will save the world. I'm sorry if it inconveniences you, but you're one
of the five. The leader of the five. If you don't accept, everything you
know and love will be destroyed by the Archons."

"Archons?"

Johnson tapped the photograph of the metal arch. "They drop a doorway on an
unsuspecting world--the Cold Ark. Then they send their forces through. They
ravage the world, killing everyone and destroying everything in their path.
When nothing is left, they move on. They've been doing this for millions of
years, and no world has survived their attack. UNMEI's task is to make sure
Earth is the first world they don't destroy, and if we're lucky, we may even
put a stop to them once and for all.

"But we can't succeed if we don't have a team to fight the Archons. If we
can't build our elite force, all hope is lost."

Silence loomed over the two for a long moment.

"I...I just don't know," Lamia said at length. "I'm not sure I even believe
all this, and even if I do..." She laughed humourlessly. "I'm no soldier.
Sure, I can do a little kickboxing, but that's it. I mean, there's lots of
people I'd pick over me to be a hero. I'm just a normal college girl."

Johnson nodded, and withdrew a black wristwatch from his jacket pocket,
placing it on the table, along with a folded slip of paper and a business
card. "I can't make you do anything," he said. "It's your decision. But do
consider what I've said. The world's in trouble. Your friends, your family,
your very way of life...yours and everyone else's. Think about it. I'll be
in touch." With that, he retreated into the house; a moment later she heard
the front door close as he left the premises.

Alex's head poked out through the back door; he didn't look happy. "What was
all that about?"

Lamia pasted on a game smile. "Just some stupid Army recruiter. You know how
it goes."

Alex rolled his eyes. "Sheesh. You comin' back in?"


"In a minute," the brown-haired girl said. Once her boyfriend was back
inside, she glanced at the objects on the table, picking up the wristwatch.
It was rather unremarkable, save for the expensive look about it and the
bright red cross in the centre of the face, trimmed with gold. A small
digital display in the centre of the cross displayed the time in military
fashion; there were a few other details on the watch that didn't immediately
mean anything to her, but otherwise, there seemed to be nothing unusual
about it at all. She turned her attention to the other items Johnson had
left behind. The business card simply listed his name, telephone number,
cell number, and e-mail address. The folded paper seemed to be a diagram of
the wristwatch, detailing several points about it which made no immediate
sense to Lamia, and listing a series of "activation codes" in a grid on the
lower right. Shaking her head, she slipped all of it into the manila folder
and headed inside; it was getting late and she wanted to get some quality
time in with her boyfriend before he had to go home.

* * * * * *

"Analysis of planetary linguistic data concluded. Linguistic database and
communications protocols adjusted. All units configured with new linguistic
data."

"Status report."

"A small militia is mobilising at the base of the Ark."

"Threat assessment?"

"Minimal."

"Raise defensive screens. Analyse attack pattern of local military force.
Commence planetary defensive scan."

"At once, General."

"Another boring world...just like the last ten."

* * * * * *

They appeared in groups of three and six. At first they went unnoticed,
appearing as they did in large cities, but as more and more groups appeared
in various locations around the world, the people became alarmed, wary,
suspicious. Some panicked.

Within hours of the descent of the Cold Ark, thousands of them had been
distributed around the world. They stood silent, the light glinting off the
broad gold breastplates, shoulderguards, bracers, and greaves they wore; the
tight black bodysuits beneath seemed to swallow the light, making their
armour all the brighter. Each wore a black helmet with a narrow white visor
in the shape of a broad, inverted V; the helmets were featureless otherwise.
A white half-cape hung from their shoulders, and each carried a five-foot
golden lance, two-pronged at one end, with six sharp spikes arranged
perpendicular to the shaft at the other.

Police who approached them were ignored at first. Arrest attempts were made
and resisted. Officers who attempted force met with a swift, brutal end.

Those who witnessed these altercations learned that the newcomers were
bulletproof.

Many wondered why none of the bizarre soldiers had appeared anywhere near
the arch over Mount Fuji.

One thing was clear to all:

Earth was being invaded.

* * * * * *

The house was quiet when Lamia woke up. She glanced at her clock radio and
groaned. "I hate waking up in the middle of the night," she muttered. With a
sigh, she decided to slip out to the kitchen for a glass of water and maybe
a slice of leftover pizza before going back to bed.

Once she had her cold pizza and water, she sat down on the living room sofa.
After a moment's thought, she picked up the television remote and turned on
the set, lowering the volume so it wouldn't wake up the rest of her family.
She flipped through the channels mindlessly as she sipped her water. She was
about to click past what looked like some kind of cheesy sci-fi horror
movie, when her half-asleep mind seized on a minor detail that brought her
fully awake.

This was a news channel.

"--continue to appear in cities throughout the world," the reporter was
saying as Lamia turned up the volume. "Officials are hesitant to apply any
labels to the armoured troops, though several say that their appearance is
clearly connected to the enigmatic archway which appeared over Mount Fuji
earlier. Citizens and police are urged to avoid contact with these soldiers,
as they have already taken dozens of lives worldwide. They have yet to
attack anyone who has not attacked them first; avoiding them is the safest
course of action for all." As she spoke, pictures of eerie figures in gold
and black armour carrying spears were shown; most were standing idly on
street corners, in front of doorways, and alongside buildings. Some were
shown attacking police officers who had drawn their weapons and were firing.
Lamia cringed as she saw one of the soldiers impale three officers with a
single thrust of its weapon.

As the coverage continued, a shot taken by an amateur camera nearly made
Lamia drop her water glass in shock.

Twelve of the invaders were shown marching down a sidewalk.

The sidewalk two blocks from her house.

* * * * * *

Lamia raced upstairs to her room, her mind whirling.

Johnson had said a crisis was coming. He'd been right...someone or
some*thing* was clearly invading the world.

And a large group of the silent, deadly invaders was right down the street.

That afternoon, she'd been convinced he was a lunatic, and couldn't see what
anything having to do with aliens and arches and invasions had to do with
her. She'd been ready to dismiss the whole thing as a delusion.

But now, the enemy was outside her home. If what Johnson said was
right...then she had to do something.

But what could she possibly do? Against something bullets had no effect on?

She opened the folder Johnson had given her and took the folded paper and
wristwatch. Another slip of paper fell out of the folder as she did so.
Turning on her desk lamp, she read it over, eyes widening. She stared at the
watch, then back at the two slips of paper before her.

"This is insane," she said. "But...what the hell, here goes..."

She strapped the watch onto her left wrist, then squeezed two buttons on
either side of the face. The gold trim around the red cross began to glow.
Taking a deep breath, she called out, "CROSS RED POWER, MATRIX-ON!"

She didn't expect anything to happen.

She certainly didn't expect what *did* happen.

* * * * * *

"Confirmed, P01 is status active. Repeat, P01 is status ACTIVE."

The man in the shadows at the rear of the hexagonal room smiled.
"Excellent."

* * * * * *

Heads poked out of windows up and down the block. The invaders, while
silent, had been enough of a disturbance to the small neighbourhood that
people had left their beds to see what was going on.

Dogs barked, children cried, and much whispering and murmuring began.

Twelve gold-armoured soldiers were filing casually up the sidewalk, heedless
of their surroundings.

A man suddenly erupted from his house, brandishing a hunting rifle. "I saw
you fellas on the news! You've been killin' cops all over the place! Get
outta here afore I kill ever' last blessed one'a ya!"

"Sir, please go back inside your house. It's not safe out here," a calm,
crystal-clear female voice rang out through the neighborhood. All eyes
turned to the source.

A clearly female figure stood leaning against a large tree, arms folded
across her chest. She wore a form-fitting red bodysuit which covered every
inch of her well-toned frame; gold bracers covered her forearms, while the
tops of her boots were trimmed in wide black bands. A white belt with an
ornate gold cross buckle hung low on her waist; a holster with a sidearm was
positioned at her right hip. She wore a smooth, rounded red helmet with a
black visor which resembled wraparound sunglasses, wide in the centre and
tapered near the temples. Twin black bands circled the helmet above the
visor, meeting at the arms of a bright white cross at the front and centre.
Beneath the visor, a golden plastic faceplate with a grimly smiling mouth
etched onto it concealed her face from view.

The people of the sleepy suburban street looked at her, then at the marching
invaders, then back again. "Are you one'a them, missy?" the man with the
rifle asked.

She shook her head and leaned forward, uncrossing her arms; a stylised gold
cross emblem was revealed on her chest. "No. I'm just a soldier chosen by
fate to protect the innocent from harm." She turned to face the enemy, who
had stopped and were watching her, assessing her as a potential threat. She
thrust her left hand outward to point at them, while raising her right above
her head, palm facing upward. "Invaders from the Cold Ark! By authority of
the United Nations, I order you to stand down or be destroyed!"

The armoured troops just stared blankly at her.

"Who'n th' hell ARE you, lady?" the man with the rifle asked.

The red-clad woman posed, extending her arms to her sides, then crossing
them in front of her chest again. "Exosuit Reserve Officer, codename
PowerRed!" With that, she drew the weapon at her side and fired at the
nearest invader. A blazing red beam lanced forth, slamming into the soldier
and knocking him backward. Without preamble, she charged across the street,
firing at the others as she was given a clear shot. The enemy, quick to
realise what was happening, moved to attack head-on, dodging her shots and
trying to get in close to impale her.

Lamia's battle had truly begun.

* * * * * *

"General, a report from the human city known as San Francisco."

"A report?"

"A double patrol of Arquilons has met resistance."

"Resistance? This is cause for a report?"

"The resistance is strong. The Arquilons report a potential threat level of
seven."

"Seven?! ...Interesting. Very well...dispatch an Arkhaider."

"At once, General."

* * * * * *

Lamia found, to her astonishment, that battling these things was
ridiculously easy. The exosuit was shielding her from damage, and her
sidearm, Heat Magnum, proved to be extremely effective against them.

Her natural strength had also been enhanced, and she'd discovered that her
ordinary kickboxing talents were having a remarkable impact as well.

Seven of the twelve enemy soldiers had fallen and weren't getting back up.
One had a hole burned clean through; the stench of something rotting was
filling the air as it smouldered. The remaining five had gone on the
defensive; it struck Lamia that they almost seemed to be waiting for
something.

And then, that something appeared. A flash of black heralded its arrival; a
black metal sphere as large as an average person crashed into the street. As
Lamia braced herself, the sphere dissolved, leaving behind...

It was female...she thought. Its lower body was a purplish-black serpentine
tail; its upper torso was human enough, but covered in scales. The face was
angular, with sharp fangs, a forked tongue, and red slits for eyes. Long
blood-coloured hair streamed down its back. It held a scimitar in one hand.

"Who or what are you?" Lamia asked.

"My name isss Lilisss...I am an Arkhaider. My general sssendsss hisss
regardsss."

Lamia clenched a fist. "Why are you attacking Earth? What did we ever do to
you?"

"We go where we will," the Arkhaider replied, smirking. "And we do asss we
will."

"Not anymore! I'll stop you!" Lamia declared.

Lilis laughed. "And who are you sssupposssed to be, girl? Sssome sssort of
Lone Ranger?"

"It doesn't matter what you call me," Lamia said grimly, aiming her Heat
Magnum. "I'm taking you down."

* * * * * *

"Combat analysis?"

"P01 is adapting remarkably quickly to her exosuit. The profiles were
dead-on; she's the perfect choice for team leader."

"What about this Arkhaider?"

"Unknown, but...it looks like we'll find out just how good those weapons
really are."

* * * * * *

This...was not going as planned.

Lilis laughed as she used her sword to deflect yet another blast from the
Heat Magnum into a tree, setting it ablaze. "Isss thisss the bessst you can
do, human?" she sneered.

Lamia holstered her weapon, scowling behind her mask. *Dammit...there has to
be a way to take her...* She was distracted by an insistent beep from her
watch. *Hell of a time for an alarm...what?*

A light was blinking in a white-gold pattern on the watch; a second light
was flashing next to one of the control buttons. Nodding, she pressed the
button, and a sword materialised in front of her in a flash of fire.
"Alright! Round two, ugly," she called as she took hold of the sword.

"Interesssting," the Arkhaider hissed, slithering forward with her own sword
raised.

Lamia rushed forward and lashed out with a wild swing; Lilis blocked easily.
Ducking out of range, Lamia went on the defensive, edging around the
slower-moving monster and looking for a clear attack angle.


"Foolisssh," Lilis hissed in amusement. "You cannot even handle your
sssword."

"We'll see about that," Lamia replied. "RED CUT!" The blade of the sword
glowed briefly, and Lamia slashed, leaving a red trail in the air. Lilis
roared in pain as a smoldering wound opened in her scaly hide.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT, HUMAN!" the Arkhaider screeched, before lashing out
with a furious series of swipes. Sparks flew as the blade clashed against
Lamia's exosuit with tremendous force; the red-clad girl found herself
thrown across the street into a hedge. Standing, she readied her sword
again, and charged.

"RED CUT!" Another burning slash of the sword met with a parry from Lilis;
the blade of the monster's sword sparked and smoldered. Using the
distraction to her advantage, Lamia lashed out with a furious kick to the
Arkhaider's head. The monster reeled backward, allowing Lamia to score three
more hits with her blade before the scaly fiend recovered, parrying with her
damaged blade.

"You fight well, human. But it endsss now. Arquilonsss, attack!"

And suddenly Lamia was surrounded by the five remaining troops. "Damn, I
forgot about them," she muttered, before launching into a deadly spin of
blazing sword strikes and high kicks. In a matter of seconds, the five
Arquilons were down...

...and Lamia screamed in agony as Lilis' sword bit into her back through her
exosuit. The suit absorbed most of the impact (with a tremendous explosion
and an impressive shower of sparks), but enough of the force got through to
send pain flaring up and down the girl's back. Spinning around, Lamia raised
her sword just in time to block a second strike; the force of the blow sent
her to her knees.

"You die now, human!" Lilis shrieked triumphantly.

"I...don't...THINK SO!" Pushing Lilis' blade aside, Lamia leapt backwards,
her landing faltering slightly from the pain of her injuries. She raised her
sword above her head; it began to glow white-hot with searing flame. "CROSS
BLAZER!" Lamia made two perpendicular slashes in the air; a red-orange cross
of fire erupted from her blade, ripping through the space between her and
Lilis and slamming into the Arkhaider. Lilis screamed as she burst into
flames; a moment later, she exploded magnificently in a shower of flaming
debris, smoke, and sparks.

Lamia lowered her sword and crossed her free arm over her chest. "Mission
complete," she said.

Cheers erupted from the bystanders. Lamia caught herself and looked around
wildly. *Oh man...*

"Good job, girl! You really showed 'em!"

"Yeah! We're safe! Now go kick the rest of their butts!"

Lamia rubbed the back of her helmet nervously. "Ah...heheh...right." With a
wave, she leapt to the top of the nearest tree, then vanished into the
night.

* * * * * *

As Lamia landed on the roof of her own house, a voice spoke up, "Good work,
PowerRed."

She spun around, and saw Johnson standing in the yard. "You..."

"I knew you could do it. You took out a powerful invader, and we collected
valuable intel on the enemy."

Lamia dropped from the roof, and deactivated her exosuit upon landing.
"Look...I...I was just...they were on my street, and..."

"I understand. But you have to know, there'll be more of them. And
everywhere on Earth, right now, someone else's family is in danger from
those things. You saw the news. They're everywhere. You've been chosen. It's
your destiny to stop them."

"My destiny..."

"You won't be alone. As we speak, other agents like myself are contacting
the other members of the team. I expect they'll be just as skeptical as you,
but..."

"But they'll have to make the same choice sooner or later, when they realise
how much danger their families are in, I get it."

Johnson nodded. "I'm sorry it has to be this way, but...you really don't
have a choice, Miss Cruz."

Lamia looked at her house, and sighed. "I guess you're right. So...what
happens now?"

"You report to headquarters ASAP."

"I...it's just that..." Lamia hedged. "My family, and...things I have going
on..."

"Will all be taken care of. Time is of the essence. Do whatever you feel you
absolutely have to, and then meet me out front. I'm to escort you directly
to headquarters."

"A...alright."

* * * * * *

Lamia slipped into her brothers' room, and sighed as she looked at their
sleeping faces. *Brats...who knows when or if I'll ever see you again?*

Smiling and kissing each of them softly on the forehead, she walked out of
the room. Heading downstairs, she walked into the kitchen. Looking around
wistfully one last time, she placed a note on the kitchen table, and, with
tears in her eyes, walked out the front door.

* * * * * *

"Agent Smith here. Commencing contact with candidate P02."

* * * * * *

"Agent Martinez here. Commencing contact with candidate P03."

* * * * * *

"Agent Kramer here. Commencing contact with candidate P04."

* * * * * *

"Agent Tanaka here. Commencing contact with candidate P05."

* * * * * *

"Our Arkhaider was defeated?"


"Yes."

"By a pitiful human?"

"Yes."

"...this is unexpected. Engage Tactical Plan Seven."

"At once, General."

"This planet may not be so boring after all."

******* END OF LEGACY 1 *******

Ranger Profile: P01 PowerRed

Real name: Lamia Cruz

Age: 19 Gender: Female

Occupation: College student/part-time

kickboxing instructor

Element: Fire Symbol: Cross

A resident of Marin County, California, Lamia is selected for the POWER
project because of her exceptional physical, mental, and spiritual
discipline and natural leadership capabilities. As the leader of the team,
PowerRed is responsible for issuing commands in battle. Unwilling at first,
after seeing the necessity of her new role as PowerRed, Lamia reluctantly
leaves her life behind to join the battle against the Archons...

Weapons: Heat Magnum, Forge Blade, Burn Vulcan

ZORD: Blood Cross Wolf

**************

Next time: The remaining members of the team are recruited! Battles erupt
across the globe! PowerRed learns more about her destiny and the secret
organisation which created her new weapons!

The next episode: "Legacy 02: United! Burn Up, Unmei Sentai Pawaarenjaa!"
MATRIX-ON!



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