Well, this is a work in progress... I had the idea and it wouldn't leave me alone. It's somehow turned into a comedy... where Zordon makes a huge mistake, the Rangers know more about what's going on than their mentor seems to, and Alpha has anger management issues. Maybe one day I'll re-work it, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I appologise for the title, I couldn't think of anything else at the time. If anyone has a better idea, feel free to put it forward.
For now, be warned I am a sporadic writer, you might get five chapters in a few days and then nothing for months. blushes Sorry in advance.
I do have several other stories I've started though. I tend to create more characters than I know what to do with. I've got over ten OC Power Ranger teams, I just have to write all their stories. Let me know if you'd like to see those too.

And now... presenting: Power Rangers Real Earth.
When Zordon somehow shows up in our universe, along with a crazy space warrior woman hell-bent on destruction, five average teens must come together and save the world... but Zordon faces a problem... Power Rangers are a kids TV show. Can he find five teens who have enough faith and skill to help? Is there more to this than meets the eye?

"What could be trickier than a TV show come to life because of an inter-dimensional accident?!"

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Power Rangers Real Earth:
Episode 1: The Hoax

It was a quiet afternoon in Tydale, the holidays had just begun, and everyone was engaged in leisurely activities. However, elsewhere in the country there was trouble brewing, and a strange being was setting his hastily-made plans into action.

"It's time to bring them in."

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Tristan Banner and Sean Hogan were bored. The term break had just begun, and Sean was visiting his friend. While channel surfing was entertaining for a short time, that time was now up.

"So… what now?" asked Tristan with a yawn.

"Well Triz, we could… WHAT THE…?!" Sean trailed off as he stopped flicking channels.

"Dude, why are we watching Power Rangers? I know we loved it ages ago, but isn't it a kids show?" Tristan was puzzled.

"Because that's not Power Rangers… that's the news channel!" breathed Sean, eyes wide. Tristan stared for a moment. His friend was right! It was the news channel, but it was showing something that would easily have fit into the old kids show… apparently there was a woman dressed in an outlandish green, blue and black outfit attacking an important building in New York with lasers and a small army of lumpy grey and black things that looked slightly robotic. The woman's clothes almost resembled a tracksuit, but she had black armor over her lower arms and legs, her shoulders and her middle. Her hair was a shock of short spikes going everywhere, and was a vibrant purple color. At her side was a wickedly jagged blade. She was cackling madly and shooting what looked like laser bolts from two small jagged black guns.

Her army seemed to be made up of humanoid creatures, but they had a few wires here and there, some going into their heads, hands and feet, more around a slight gap in their armor at the waist. One arm was much larger than the other, and seemed to end in a huge claw. Their helmets had several large spikes pointing upwards, and a black visor which seemed more like a huge, irregular crack.

"Holy Crap!" exclaimed Tristan.

"Whoa, suddenly I don't feel so bad about being such a Power Ranger fan…" added Sean.

"Yeah, but if that's the bad guy, where are the good guys?"

Sean had no time to answer as the two of them were suddenly transported somewhere in colored light.

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"Yes Ma'am, would you like anything else?" Elizabeth Duncan was scribbling furiously in her small notepad. She paused to brush a stray strand of dark blonde hair behind one ear.

The woman in front of her shook her head.

"Okay, I'll be right back." Lizzy headed back to the counter and gave the page of scribbles to the man behind it.

"I'm just going out for a break, okay Uncle Charlie?" she smiled at him. Charlie Duncan nodded absently.

"Fine, take your time. It's not that busy today."

On her way out, Lizzy caught a glimpse of what appeared to be the news, but on second glance, a bizarre woman and a pack of robots were attacking somewhere.

'Power Rangers.' she thought to herself immediately. She'd never dream of telling anyone, but even at eighteen, she still enjoyed the kids show. She made it out the door and was just wondering why her uncle was playing Power Rangers on the TV in his café, when she was whisked off in a colored light.

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Ian O'Neil was behind the shed in his backyard, quietly practicing his martial arts. When he was little, his favorite show had martial arts in it, and he'd begged his parents to let him learn. They had agreed, and Ian was now very, very good at several forms, and had almost developed one of his own by combining various moves from movies, books, TV shows and the like.

He was just going to start his next kata, when his little brother came racing out of the house, waving his arms. Drew raced right up to Ian, and started blabbering about Power Rangers on the news. Ian didn't understand any of it.

"What?"

Drew grabbed his brother's arm and dragged him inside, pointing at the television.

"SEE?!" the nine year old almost shrieked.

"Cute. If you wanted me to watch Power Rangers with you, you just had to ask. Maybe tomorrow, I need to finish my kata." Ian patted his dumbstruck brother on the shoulder and headed back out into the yard. Almost as soon as he turned the corner around the shed, he was gone in a flash of colored light.

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Ruth Brooks looked up at the kids playing tag in the park. She was sitting underneath a tree with a sketchbook, carefully catching the children on paper. When she was sure no-one was looking, she pulled a different sketchbook out of her bag and set to work. She was trying to turn all the old Power Ranger shows into comics, but she hadn't got far. She liked drawing comics, but even better was just being able to draw whatever came to mind. Today, that was Andros and Ashley from Power Rangers in Space. She kept her ranger sketchbooks secret, because even when she was thirteen; she'd been mocked for still watching the show. If anyone found out the seventeen year old still watched them, she'd be picked on forever. Without putting down her pencil for a moment, she deftly twisted her long dark hair out of the way and clipped it in place, then went back to work.

The kids playing tag kept going, towards the other end of the park, and Ruth put away her sketching and stretched her arms.

Luckily, there was no-one around to see her disappear in a stream of colored light.

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In a strange and eerie chamber, five colored lights suddenly appeared and revealed five teenagers in the middle of the room. Unfortunately, all was not well. A girl with long dark hair was dropped to the floor from a sitting position three feet in the air. She hit the ankles of a dark skinned boy, who fell into the tall dark haired boy and the blonde girl, who clutched at the arm of the red haired boy. With a series of yelps they all tumbled to the floor.

"Ai-yi-yi. This is not a good start." grumbled a brightly shining robot from one side of the chamber. From the tangle of limbs five heads whipped up, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Alpha?!" they asked as one, obviously expecting a joke.

"They know me!" squeaked the robot happily, doing a strange dance. "Hold on, how they know me?" it stopped dancing, and looked at them, its head on one side.

The five teens were slowly disentangling themselves and standing up.

"But… how… what…" stuttered the blonde girl, eyes darting everywhere, but soon settling on a back wall. She gave a shriek.

"YOU… YOU'RE…"

The other teens turned, almost as one, and gasped, all but the dark haired boy, who smiled triumphantly.

"Zordon, I presume?"

Indeed, there was a disembodied head floating in a tube of blue light. The head blinked.

"Yes. I believe you know why you are here." spoke Zordon, his voice oddly distorted.

"ALRIGHT!" exclaimed the red haired boy and the dark skinned boy together, giving each other a high five.

"No way!" gasped the blonde girl.

"Wow…" breathed the dark haired boy.

The dark haired girl just smiled and politely dipped her head at Zordon in thanks.

"I believe introductions are in order, but we must move fast, Ziva Osith is attacking New York." said Zordon. "Alpha, the Discs…" The robot came forward with a box. Inside the box were five small colored discs, glowing.

"I have not yet set forms to the powers, I have not had time. These powers are raw, and only constrained by their colors." explained Zordon. "Now hurry. Ian, strong and wise, a leader, you are the Red Ranger."

The robot, Alpha, handed the glowing red disc to Ian.

"Elizabeth, cheerful and outgoing, you are the Pink Ranger." announced Zordon, and kept going even as Alpha handed her the pink disc.

"Tristan, level headed and smart, you are the Blue Ranger." Alpha gave him the blue disc.

"Ruth, kind hearted and gentle, you are the Yellow Ranger." Alpha handed over the yellow disc.

"Sean, mischievous and fair, you are the Black Ranger." finished Zordon as Alpha gave out the last disc.

"There isn't time now; I shall explain more when you return. Now, listen to the Power, and follow it."

The five teens closed their hands around the Discs, which reappeared around their necks on plain leather necklaces. They raised their left hands to hold the necklaces, and took balanced stances. Reaching out with their right hand beside of them they yelled 'Power…" they punched their right hands above their heads. "Rangers…" with a final gesture, they swept their right arms down to end in front of them, hands spread wide. "GO!"

With a flash of light, they had new uniforms, which appeared to be a mixture of many other Ranger uniforms.

"Now hurry. You must stop Ziva Osith. Alpha will teleport you there, and may the Power protect you."

Ruth fought back a giggle as Zordon's words brought up a mental image of Yoda. The others looked at her strangely, but had no time to comment as Alpha activated the teleport and the five of them were gone in beams of colored light.

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Ziva Osith, last warrior of the defeated Laarindae Clan of the planet Nerron, was very happy. She had no idea where she was or how she had got there, but she liked it. This planet was weak, and she would conquer it and make herself Queen in the memory of her people. Best of all, her powers worked better here, she had created an entire unit of LarrBots with hardly any effort.

The purple-haired warrior laughed evilly as she shot anything that moved with her custom blasters. These people wouldn't even stand up for themselves!

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Trent Burke was a reporter for one of the local TV stations, and was seriously considering handing in his resignation after this assignment. Some whacko was attacking New York with sci-fi weapons, and the police hadn't been able to stop her. They'd even tried to shoot her, but their shots had been stopped by some kind of shield around the woman. Trent had hardly believed his eyes when the woman had created a bunch of robots out of thin air, but here they were. The police had set up barricades and were still trying to shoot the villain and the robots, but their shots seemed to be absorbed about five inches from impact. To make matters worse, the intruder's weapons seemed to be very high powered. The reporter ducked as more debris went flying over his head.

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When the newly chosen Rangers appeared, there was silence. The reporter stared dumbstruck, as did the police and the robots, while Ziva had a strange expression halfway between rage and curiosity.

The Rangers stood in a shallow V-shaped formation, having unconsciously drawn on their memories of the TV show.

"Who are you?!" she demanded with a snarl.

"We're the Power Rangers, and we're going to stop you." said the Red one, stepping forward. Everyone kept staring for a moment.

"Are you getting this?! Please tell me you're getting this!" Trent muttered to his cameraman. The cameraman nodded feverishly.

"You?! Stop ME?! We'll see about that." snapped Ziva. "LarrBots, GET THEM!"

As the LarrBots moved in, the Rangers exploded into action.

The Red one moved first, by a fraction of a second. The first blow was a simple knife hand strike to the throat, but it landed with enough power to snap off the robot's head. He kept going with a flying kick to the next one, then a sweep kick to the right. His moves blurred into a flurry of punches and kicks so fast it was difficult to separate them.

The Blue Ranger ran forward a few steps and jumped, landing right in the centre of the fray. He clothes-lined a robot to his left, and used the momentum to follow around and punch one on his right. He seemed to have no idea what he was doing, but somehow it worked. His moves were a strange mix of very simple and outlandishly creative.

The Pink Ranger was a deadly windmill of arms and legs. It didn't seem to matter where she was, or even which way up, she always hit something. She began with a series of front flips, kicking anything she could on the way past. When she bounced to her feet she flung her fists out and spun, catching three robots on their chests, she then flipped into a handstand and repeated the action upside down, kicking them in their heads.

The Black one seemed to be almost playing games with them. Planting his hands on the shoulders of one robot, he flipped over it, forcing it to the ground and kicking one behind it in the face on the way over. He then engaged in a bizarre boxing match with another robot, landing light punches all over its chest, then tornado kicking it when it was confused.

The Yellow Ranger moved like lightning, one moment she was there, the next she was on the other side of the battle. She darted forward, not stopping for the robots she somehow ran up the front of one and kicked it in the head, then jumped from its shoulders as it fell. She managed to land with one foot on another robots' shoulder, kicking it soundly with her other foot. Again she jumped from her perch as it fell, and then landed both feet on the next one's head. Landing with a roll she was off once more, landing blows before her opponent even knew she was there.

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The police watched with their jaws hanging open. There weren't supposed to be any Power Rangers, that was a kids TV show, yet here they were, beating the crap out of things that had somehow managed to block bullets.

Trent Burke the Reporter was ecstatic. This was brilliant, it would make him rich. He watched avidly, not willing to tear his eyes from the scene, even when a piece of flying debris came his way. It hit him in the side of the head, and he slumped against the barrier. He would later find that the cameraman was rich.

Ziva Osith watched in mounting anger as the five colored upstarts tore through her LarrBots. She quietly holstered her blasters and drew her sword, charging it with energy, waiting.

As the last LarrBot fell to a right cross from the Black Ranger, the policemen broke into weary cheers. Ziva scowled.

"So, you can beat foot soldiers, let's see how you do against the real thing!" Ziva cackled, throwing out the arm holding the sword, she pointed it at the Rangers and let the energy loose. It hit them and exploded, throwing the five fighters to the ground. The police had to duck behind the barricades as the heat blasted over them.

Ziva Osith smiled.

"Is that the best you can do? Pathetic." she turned to leave.

She didn't see the Red one clench his fists, the Black one snap his head in her direction, the Pink one narrow her eyes behind her helmet, the Blue one shake with anger, or the Yellow one push herself up.

"Hold it Ziva," yelled the Red Ranger harshly once the team was on their feet again. "You're not getting rid of us that easily!" he must have given a signal, because suddenly the five of them had blasters in their hands, pointed at the space warrior.

"FIRE!" he roared. Five beams of colored energy hit Ziva and sent her flying through the air, halting with a crash into the wall behind.

The Rangers kept their blasters aimed, waiting. Sure enough, Ziva coughed and pushed herself up, her armor covered in dust.

"I'll be back, just you wait." she snarled. Raising her right arm, she made a fist and quickly faded from view.

The Rangers lowered their blasters slowly, still wary.

"Who's got a scanner?" asked Red.

"I do, she's gone." said the Pink Ranger.

"For now." muttered Black.

"Ow." moaned the Blue Ranger, rubbing his left shoulder where it had hit the ground. "I really hope she doesn't do that again."

The Yellow Ranger turned to the bystanders. "Are you all okay?" she asked.

"This guy's out of it." called the cameraman, still holding the camera with one hand, pointing at the unconscious reporter with the other.

Yellow ran over to check, while the rest of her team followed at a more leisurely pace. She turned the reporter over and examined his head.

"Just a concussion, he'll need rest, but he'll be fine in a day or two."

"That was amazing! I thought Power Rangers was a kids TV show!" exclaimed the cameraman, letting loose his excitement now that he knew his partner was alright and most of the action seemed over.

"To be honest, so did we." said the Blue Ranger quietly. "Hey!" he added, as he was elbowed in the ribs by the Black Ranger.

"I guess no-one ever needed Power Rangers before." shrugged Red. The police were slowly coming over from their barricades, still staring in disbelief.

"Thank you… thank you! Wow, how did you… where did you… how can we ever thank you enough?!" stammered a sergeant.

"We're fine thanks." said the Black Ranger happily.

"Getting rid of the weirdo was enough for us." grinned Blue.

"Yeah, glad to be of service and all that." nodded Yellow.

"I'd really like a hot bath though." joked Pink.

"I'm sure we'd love to stay and chat, but we really should be going." interrupted Red with a slight gesture to his teammates. They nodded and stepped back a pace, then disappeared in flashes of colored light.

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As the five new Power Rangers landed back in… headquarters, Alpha welcomed them with a cheerful 'Well done, Rangers!'

"Power Down." said the teens, reverting to their normal selves again, save the few small bruises and their new necklaces.

"So, how 'bout an explanation now?" Ian said, turning to Zordon.

"Yeah, like something about how you're real?" chirped Lizzy.

"And where you and Alpha came from?" added Tristan.

"And where we are…" continued Ruth.

"And who the hell was that?" asked Sean, referring to the apparently evil 'Ziva' character they had just faced.

"Very well then, gather 'round and get comfortable. This may take some explaining."

The five teens sat on the floor and tried to get comfortable. Ruth made a mental note to get the place some cushions at the first opportunity.

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"I trust you are familiar with the TV shows?" began Zordon, but he didn't wait for anything more that a nod. "Of course you are. That was part of the reason I chose you. I needed people who would not be too skeptical, and who would already be familiar with some of the things Power Rangers must face. It was hard to find five suitable people who lived relatively close to each other and still liked a children's TV show, whether they showed it or not."

"That's great, but how?!" interrupted Tristan.

"Patience, I was getting there. If you are familiar with the TV shows, you know something about me then."

"Like how you're a millennia old wizard?" asked Ian, a slightly bored look on his face.

"And how you're stuck in that tube." added Sean helpfully.

"And how you're supposed to be DEAD!" exclaimed Ruth.

Zordon smiled at her.

"I am dead."

The five teens gaped at him.

"In that universe, I am dead, but in this one I am not. I am a sort of trans-dimensional reflection of that Zordon."

Five blank stares met this proclamation, until Ruth leaned over to Lizzy and whispered 'Billy-speak.'

Zordon smiled at her.

"In simple terms, for some reason when I 'died' I came here, to an entirely different universe. This universe had no Zordon, and didn't need one, until now. I believe that is why I'm here."

Again he was met with confused stares. Finally Tristan beamed. "So you're here because she's here."

"In a way, yes. She was never supposed to find this planet, but the excess energy of my 'dying' appears to have affected more than my old universe. What I helped set in motion, I must help fix."

The teens blinked for a moment.

"Okay, in a severely weird way that kinda makes sense, but where are we? And how is Alpha here?! I KNOW earth doesn't have the technology for this kind of thing yet." said Ian, waving a hand around the chamber.

"I can help with that!" said Alpha happily. "You are in the Command Center, and I am Alpha-C, or Alpha-Copy. Zordon might not be able to do a lot stuck in a tube, but he managed to copy me and the Command Center and drag us along with him." giggled Alpha. Zordon gave a slight frown and decided to have a talk to the robot later about manners.

"Okay, but where exactly is the Command Center?" asked Tristan. "Teleportation can be blocked, I'd just a soon know where to go."

"It's several miles into the plains north of Tydale, which is apparently somewhere near the old location of Angel Grove. We figured that was easiest. It's fully cloaked and shielded, so no-one will find it without a Disc, an invitation, or an awful lot of power." said Alpha. Sean had to fight the urge to punch the robot. It was annoyingly cheerful.

"So… Zordon is here to fix an inter-dimensional accident, so is copy-Alpha. A copy of the Command Center is in the plains near Tydale, where we're all from, and we were chosen because we still liked Power Rangers." Lizzy recapped, ticking off the points on her fingers. "Did I miss anything?"

"No, but he still hasn't told us who that Ziva character is." answered Tristan.

Zordon almost sighed. "That part is a bit trickier."

"What could be trickier than a TV show come to life because of an inter-dimensional accident?!" questioned an incredulous Ian.

"Well, I copied the old Command Center and Alpha because I had a feeling I would need them. In doing so, the tear between this dimension and my old one was widened. I don't know if Ziva was the only one to get pulled through, but I hope so.

"Ziva Osith is the last warrior of the defeated Laarindae Clan of the planet Nerron. The Laarindae ruled the planet dictatorship style for many centuries, gradually getting crueler. Finally the people of Nerron revolted, and the Laarindae were wiped out.

"This was happening as I was pulled into the tear. Ziva was caught in the edge of the tear and would have been dumped on this universe's equivalent of Nerron. How she got here is easier.

"Laarindae posses a small amount of battle magic, usually things like transporting and creating troops, although they can sometimes use pure energy in battle. Coincidentally, those troops you fought are called LarrBots. She must have tried to transport herself to the nearest life and found herself here.

"The rest you know, but you will have to be careful, it looks as if her magic works easier here, and even without it she is a formidable warrior."

"Okaaay, so she's a space warrior, her people just got destroyed and she has no idea where she is? Sounds like she needs counseling to me." quipped Sean.

"I can't believe you brought the whole Command Center!" said a bemused Lizzy, staring around the central room.

"Hold on, you brought the Command Centre because you thought it might be useful?! You didn't bring anything else did you? Like maybe some Zords, or the Astro Megaship or something?" asked Ruth, a faint edge of sarcasm in her voice.

Zordon looked almost embarrassed.

Ruth gaped at him. "What did you DO?!"

"Well, I might have copied a lot of things…" hedged Zordon.

"Dude! Dibs on the Ninja Storm stuff!" exclaimed Sean happily. Lizzy choked on a giggle.

"Zordon, that was dangerous." said Alpha. If the little robot could scowl, then it was.

"Well I was very close to dying Alpha! I just copied everything I could, from anywhere, any time, with even a trace of the Power!" Zordon protested.

"I call the Megaship." stated Ruth happily.

"Lightspeed!" chimed Lizzy, her hand shooting in the air automatically.

"Dino Thunder for me." said Tristan with a lazy smile.

"Er… does that mean we have another Earth out there somewhere?!" asked Ian carefully. Zordon thought for a moment.

"I don't think so, but there might be a few people here and there who are confused right now… oh dear. Alpha, how good is our scanning equipment?!" If the situation wasn't so serious it would have been comical. Zordon's eyes were darting around in a panicked manner, and his voice held an edge of slight hysteria.

"Better than you'd think." answered Alpha in a reprimanding tone. "I've already started. In an hour or so you can expect results."

"So, not only are we Power Rangers, we can apparently be whatever type of Rangers we like?" asked Lizzy. "And somewhere out there are all the bases and equipment of each team?!"

"And a few Rangers, it would seem." was Alpha's blandly delivered answer.

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Coming up in Episode Two: Mighty Morphin' Mistake...
Who has been copied into our world? Why is Alpha close to exploding? Will Tommy Oliver finally snap and punch the annoying little kid who somehow knows his secret identity?

Tommy whirled on Zordon. "You'd better be glad I have no powers at the moment, or I'd break that damn tube of yours!" he yelled angrily. "What the hell were you thinking?!"

Next time, on Power Rangers Real Earth.