It's the crossover episode Mystic Force was never graced with. The Mane Six and Mystic Power Rangers team up to fight off their old foes in the match up of the century. It's the ultimate battle of good magic vs bad magic.
All is peaceful in the thriving town of Briarwood, home of the Mystic Force Power Rangers and the newest gateway between the human world and the mystic world. It's been one full year since the defeat of the menacing Octomus, and the citizens of Briarwood prepare for the anniversary, but an old foe unexpectedly rises from the grave and teams up with an inter dimensional partner in crime. The reunited Power Rangers must travel to the lands of Equestria in order to defeat their old foe, and there, they might meet some very confused Elements of Harmony ready to battle an old foe of theirs as well. Together, they must defend their homelands and combine their magical forces in order to stop their pasts from catching up from them, but is it to late? Find out in the chapters below!
Crossover between My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and Power Rangers Mystic Force. Romance Tag used very subtly; there will definitely be no non-cannon shipping going on.
In a world where the forces of evil plan for the so-called-inevitable destruction of Earth and teenagers gain superpowers from funky looking cellphones, there was a small town called Briarwood. Although it was once a normal looking town with normal looking people, it was hardly a rare occurrence to find a friendly elf or fairy wandering around along with the humans. In fact, the town’s population had nearly doubled in size since the defeat of the Undead Army, with the different races coexisting as one. At first, the people of Briarwood were a bit iffy about having trolls the size of buses and reptilian humanoids as neighbors, but after awhile, it was dismissed as a normal thing. So the town lived on.
However, little did the citizens know, that in the depths of the Earth below them, there lay a desolate land full of nothing but rock and stone. Somewhere in the barren wasteland, there lay a cavern in which a monument was built. It was the banishment ground for the Undead Army, who had once tried to rob the people of Briarwood of their freedom and imprison them with their dark magic. They were, of course, stopped and terminated by the Mystic Rangers, and now the secret grounds were abandoned and left in ruin. Rubble was strewn about everywhere, and the only forms of life was the faint moss that grew on the undersides of the random boulders.
It appeared as if nobody was there anymore, and that the Morlocks of the Undead Army had finally been defeated.
But was that really true?
In the center of the circular alcove, there lay a small pad. It was in this pad that the Master Octomus, commander of the Undead Army, would communicate to his Morlock minions, until he escaped from the Underworld and was ultimately defeated by the Rangers. However, the dormant pad suddenly lit aglow with a dark red light, and the air stirred in excitement. Something tremendous was taking place.
Then, there was a great roar that shook the caverns, and the dark abyss momentarily filled with a bright purple flash, until it dimmed to reveal a new figure standing the center of the room. It was a strange figure, a giant biped who was almost entirely covered in strange metallic armor and machinery, allowing very little of his mud blue skin to show. What was even more odd about him was his head, for on one side, a metal bull horn carved downward, and on the other, there was a steam pump encased in a tube.
It was Morticon, lead general of the Undead Army and the Master's right hand man. He had been defeated by the Rangers as well, but there he stood, regardless of the facts.
“Finally!” he shouted, raising his fist into the air in triumph, “I have escaped the clutches of death and returned to make my revenge on the Rangers!”
Morticon lowered his fist and proceeded to look around the dungeon. “Certainly has taken a beating since the last time I lived,” he examined in interest. With a swift swipe of his extended arm, dark magic filled the room and the dungeon was restored to a less horrible condition.
“Hah, it seems as if I have renewed magical energy as well, though I’m not as strong as I once was,” he said, and then let out a small chuckle, “No matter. I will regain my energy soon enough.”
With more magic, he summoned a small viewing mirror in front of him, with the air shimmering to show a happy scene of the citizens of Briarwood walking about and talking, as if the fact that only 75% of those beings were mammals was completely normal. It disgusted Morticon.
“Those Rangers have brought peace and harmony to this world,” he surmised, “And it’s my job to get rid of that.” He though more for a while, until an idea came to his head.
“Attacking the human world now would be suicide, because the Rangers are still there, and more powerful than ever if they have beaten the Master. However, if I can find another dimension with as much magical energy as the mystic world has, I might be able to harness that energy for myself and use it to crush the Rangers once and for all.”
He turned back to his shimmering mirage, waving his arm to scan through different images. “Now to find that certain dimension.”
Then, without warning, he came across an image that was so full of magical energy that it looked ready to burst like a bubble. Morticon stumbled back in surprise, the surplus of energy catching him by surprise. This had to be the most amount of magical energy he had ever felt in one dimension before. He looked more closely at the image, and saw what appeared to be a small town with normal looking houses, not unlike that of the human realm. However, the town was inhabited by quadrupeds, sharing a strange similarity with horses and ponies. They were all of varying shapes, sizes and even colors. But one thing that each of them had in common was a strong magical signature that boiled his blood with envy.
He needed that magic, and there was nobody who would stand in his way this time.
As Morticon prepared to travel to the new dimension, the town of Briarwood went about in ignorance of his latest scheme. In fact, all of them still believed him to have been destroyed.
It had been nearly a full year since the Mystic Force Power Rangers had banished the evil forces of the Undead Army from their humble town and brought unity between the humans and magical creatures of different dimensions. Due to the memory still fresh in their mind, the town council (now populated with more than one species) decided to commemorate the one-year anniversary of the victory by declaring a city-wide Mystic Day, celebrating the endeavors of the five teens who bravely stood up to the face of evil with a large festival in the center of town.
The town people did much to prepare for the celebration at hand, but unbeknownst to them, off in one of the entrance roads to town, three bikers rode together towards buildings. They rounded many corners in the city in their roaring motorcycles, almost as if they were intent on some specific location. Eventually, they came to a slanted road by the side of a small park, where the children played regardless of their differing races.
The three motorcycles roared to a stop in front of a building called the Rock Porium Music Store, where music disks were sold and DJ gigs were held frequently. The bikers got off their vehicles and took off their helmets, revealing their faces. One of them was an older man with whitened hair and the face of an elder, and another was an older woman with auburn hair that wrapped around her head like a snowcone. The final biker was much younger than the other two, with a solid face and spiked, black hair. He smiled up at the music store.
“Look at this place,” he said to his two companions, “It hasn’t changed a bit since we last came here.”
“Are you happy to be home?” the older man said, placing a hand on the other’s shoulder, while the woman smiled warmly.
“Heck yeah I am,” he said, “And I’m glad that I’ll finally be able to see…”
“Nick!” a voice yelled from just outside the entrance of the Rock Porium, where a young girl stood and began running towards the three bikers. Four others ran out of the building as well, following the running girl. When the girl arrived at the biker's position, she threw her arms around the younger man, who hugged back in happiness.
“Nick, I can’t believe you’re back. I’m so glad to see you again!” she said, pulling a bit back from the embrace and looking up into his eyes. Her flowing, night-sky hair pooled around her head as she gazed up at him in warmth.
“Maddie, I’m glad to see you too…” Nick trailed off as he caught her gaze, and they both stood there for a second until they heard a solid “Harumph” coming from the woman standing next to them. They turned to see her looking at the pair of them with a bit of a stern expression.
“Sorry, Udonna... I mean, Mother,” Nick said sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head, while Madison looked down at the floor to avoid her old mentor's gaze, “I guess we got kinda carried away.”
“You could say that,” she said, her stern gaze brightening up to allow a sleek smile to pass through.
“Cheer up, Udonna,” the older man chuckled, “I’m sure these two are just excited to see each other after so long.” He looked up to the other four people running towards them. “And speaking of seeing each other…”
“Nick!” were the shouts the others gave out as they all surrounded the newcomer along with Madison. Nick smiled and laughed, for he recognized the familiar faces of his old friends. Chip was as freckly and blonde-haired as ever, Vida and her solid streak of pink in her spazzed-out hair style, and Xander in all his Xander glory.
The fourth person walked towards the two older couple, an older man in his early thirties, and bowed with the dignity of a knight. “Greetings, Master Leanbow, Udonna,” he spoke with grace, “Welcome back to Briarwood.”
Leanbow once again chuckled in light humor. “There’s no need for such formality, my dear Daggeron. You are no longer my apprentice, after all.”
Daggeron straightened himself and smiled apologetically, “My apologies. Such habits are tough to break.”
“Indeed,” said Leanbow. Meanwhile, he five younger people besides him were exchanging compliments.
“It’s so great to see you four again!” Nick exclaimed with a smile on his face, “What’s been happening here since we were gone?”
“Well, somebody’s got to look after the Rock Porium with the Red Ranger gone off on vacation!” Xander said heartily, pompous as ever, “And who’s better to do that than manager-of-the-year… also known as Xander.”
“Yeah, and I’ve been helping him out as employee of the year,” Chip said happily, “We’ve been so successful with sales that Toby is considering opening up more branches outside of town!”
“With me as the main attraction, of course,” Vida butted in, “Me and Matoombo have been touring outside of Briarwood. Turns out he’s only a demon in exterior and natural born DJ at heart. I actually only came back yesterday for the anniversary celebration.”
“And I’ve been working with a local film for a documentary of the Mystic Force,” said Madison, “It’s gonna be about our fight against the Undead Army, and they appointed me as the director of the cinematography! We’re hoping to have it done in the next few months. Oooh, it’ll be so exciting.” She let out a squeal and jumped up and down in excitement.
“That’s fantastic!” Nick was happy to hear his friends had been living just fine.
“But enough about us,” said Xander, “Where has our glorious leader been off to since we’ve last seen him? Taking it easy with your newfound parents, I presume?”
Nick looked back at Udonna and Leanbow, who were happily making conversation with Daggeron with their backs to them. “Yeah, it’s been great,” he told the others, “We’ve been traveling around the world, seeing sights and meeting new people and… you know, being a family. It feels like we’ve been catching up on the life we never lived.” He then leaned it to his friends and said in a quieter voice, “And to be honest, I still can’t believe those two are my actual parents.”
“We heard that,” both Udonna and Leanbow said, not even bothering to turn to face him. Nick’s jaw almost touched the ground, but when his four friends began to laugh hysterically, he laughed and smiled too.
It feels so great to be back home, he thought to himself.
Morticon stepped out of the swirling portal that led back to the Underworld and out into the air of his newly-discovered lands to conquer. Already, he was feeling the copious amounts of magical energy pour into his body from the air alone. It was, to say the very least, empowering.
He wanted more of it.
From where he stood, there was nothing but wilderness and forest surrounding him. The setting was more than its fair share of chilling and ominous. It was Morticon’s kind of place.
“Incredible,” he said to himself, “The magic I’m feeling from this world is already enough to power me up. If I can get even more of this power, I’ll be able to take over the human world!” A sly smile spread across his face. “And, I’ll be able to put those pesky Power Rangers in their place once and for all.”
“My, my, my… what do we have here?”
Morticon looked around, startled by the voice that had come out of nowhere, but saw nobody present.
“Who’s there!?” he shouted, “Where are you!?”
“Now now, no need to get testy,” the voice continued, “Didn’t your mother ever tell you how rude it was to speak to others that way?”
“Come out where I can see you, or help me if I won’t destroy…” Morticon trailed off as a sudden dark apparition appeared before. It wasn’t like any being he had ever encountered, largely because it had no shape. It was just a mass of darkness lingering before him, yet behind that darkness he sensed a power beyond his wildest imagination, although the power was faint and he could barely sense it.
“Wha-what are you?”
“I’ve gone by many names over the years,” the voice echoed, “But the most prominent would be… Nightmare.”
“And I am Morticon.”
“Morticon… what an interesting name for an interesting creature. I know many of the beings locked up in Tartarus, but I don’t recall ever seeing something as hideous as you.” “Thank you,” Morticon said, grateful for the compliment, “And the reason for this would be because I am not from this realm.”
“Really?” the Nightmare seemed intrigued now, “I’ve not encountered many instances of inter-dimensional travel. You must have an important reason to be here, my other-worldly friend.”
“...You can say that.” Morticon was not yet sure he could trust this Nightmare enough to reveal his plans. Unfortunately, the Nightmare had other plans.
“The power that you seek from these ponies is awesome, weird one.”
The murlock staggered back in surprise. “H-how did you…?”
“Don’t be so surprised, General Morticon. I know of your conquests against the humans of your world, and your plans to take over the ponies of this world as well. I am, after all, a Nightmare, able to haunt the darkest recesses of a pony’s mind.” The Nightmare let out a small chuckle. “And your mind is nothing but darkness and evil.”
Morticon could only growl as he clenched his fist anger, using his other to grasp his sword attached to his waist. “Why, I oughta…”
“Allow me to help, is what you oughta do.”
“Huh?”
“You see, Morticon, although my power is much greater than yours and your minions, I am weak in my current state. The powers of the Elements of Harmony have greatly weakened me and cast me from my almighty host. Now, I am forever forced to roam the land of Equestria in this blanket form.”
“Let’s put it this way, my dear Morticon,” the Nightmare spoke as the darkness circled about him, surrounding him in potential power, “You have some pesky goody-two-shoes to deal with, and I have some more goody-two-shoes to deal with. If we combine our power and wits, we can overcome both of our adversaries and rule the two worlds together.” The darkness had almost fully engulfed him by now, only his face now open to the air. The Nightmare spoke once more.
“So, what do you say… friend?”
Morticon smiled deviously and said, “Sounds like a deal,” and the rush of magic filled his world.
Back in the human world, the eight reunited friends were walking through the woods, on their way to visit the Gatekeeper Claire, whom they hadn’t seen in quite a while. After the battle of Briarwood, she had become a master sorceress and watched over the Root Core, which was the Ranger’s old base of operations that resided in a giant tree.
On their way over there, they passed a local village in the forest that resided quite close to the tree. Before, it had comprised only of denizens of the magical realm. Now, there was an abundance of humans walking around as well.
“Man, isn’t it crazy to see humans and mythics living together so peacefully?” asked Vida.
“A lot has changed since we left on vacation,” observed Udonna, remembering a time when humans and mythics despised each other.
“You can thank Leelee and Phineas for that,” said Chip, “Those two have done a lot to help folks get acquainted with each other, with them being in a relationship and all.”
Nick was about to reply when all of a sudden, a scream cut through the air. All the villagers and the traveling group all stopped and watched as an elven man ran through the path past them, stumbling in his hasty run. He turned back once and shouted, “Morlocks! Morlocks!” before dashing away once again. Then, more screams rang out as several humanoid creatures appeared from the ground, which the group recognized as Hidiacs and Styxoids, foot soldiers from The Forces of Darkness.
The villagers began to run away in fear, leaving Nick and his group alone with the creatures staring them down. They all got into battle stances, having faced these creatures many times before.
“I thought we got rid of all these guys beforehand,” said Xander, readying his fists for a fight.
“You should think twice before acting on false assumptions,” shouted a voice from behind the Hidiacs, and two beams of highly-powered energy shot out at the Rangers, knocking them all off their feet in a frightful explosion. Nick spat the dirt and grass from his mouth before looking up, only to see a figure he thought he would never have to see again.
It was Morticon, as evil and ugly as ever, wielding his ragged blade against the Rangers as he had done a year ago.
“Morticon!” Nick shouted as he hurriedly stood back up. The others, surprised by their old foe’s sudden appearance, got back on their feet as well.
“Oh, so you still remember me, Red Ranger. I feel so flattered,” Morticon glowered.
“This isn’t possible,” said Madison, “We destroyed you when we closed the gate to the underworld.”
“Well, you shouldn’t expect a silly thing like death to keep the general of the Undead Army from returning with a vengeance.” Morticon suddenly noticed a pair he hadn’t seen in quite a while, “Daggeron, what a surprise to see you here. You haven’t aged a bit since you were trapped in that useless body of a frog for all those years.” Daggeron only scowled back.
“And Koragg,” Morticon turned his attention to Leanbow, calling him by his warrior name,“I see you’ve broken your bond to the Master since I’ve last seen you. Seems like all that talk about honor was a mere facade.”
“Quiet, murlock!” Leanbow commanded angrily, “I am no longer held to Octumus’ hypnotic spell, and my name is not Koragg! It’s Leanbow. Would you care to enlighten us on your intentions here?”
“Yeah, you hot-air pump!” shouted Vida, “Tell us why you’re here before we have to beat it out of you!”
“Isn’t it obvious? Murlocks, attack!” With that, the Hidiacs ran towards the group, who let out a cry and ran forward as well, meeting the foot soldiers straight on and performing expert fighting moves. The Power Rangers were back in action.
Morticon stood back, watching in interest. “So these are the Rangers that took down Master Octumus,” he thought quietly to himself, “All the more pleasure to destroy them.”
Nick observed Morticon in the background of the fight and thought, “Coward,” then ducked under a swing from a nearby Hidiac and retaliating with a quick jab. Then, he ran towards the soldiers right in front of him, flipping over them and kicking off one of their backs for an extra boost. He sprinted towards Morticon, intent on bashing his head in, but was only knocked back from another dark magic blast.
“Nick!” Chip, Vida, Xander, and Madison all shouted as they ran to his side, hoisting him back up. Morticon only laughed at the spectacle.
“What’s wrong, Rangers?” he laughed aloud, “I thought you would put up more of a fight than this.”
“If it’s a fight you want, then it’s a fight you’ll get!” Nick shouted as he pulled out his Mystic Morpher, the others around him doing the same. Udonna, Leanbow and Daggeron appeared right behind, with Udonna brandishing her Snow Staff and the two men summoning their respective Solar Cell Morpher and Wolf Morpher.
“Ready?” Nick shouted.
“Ready!” the rest of them answered.
“Magical source, Mystic force!” the Rangers shouted, and the familiar surge of magical energy began to flow into their bodies.
“I don’t think so,” Morticon wasted no time in dispelling a holding spell, stopping their morph and halting them in their place. Dark magic grasped at their bodies, and they fell to the ground in pain, dropping their morphers and wands, which were grabbed by the Hidiacs and brought to Morticon’s side.
“HAHAHAHA,” he manically laughed, “I can’t believe how easy that was! I just took down the Power Rangers in one fell swoop. These new powers are incredible.” He turned back to the fallen rangers, who were still under his paralyzing magic. “Well, no point in keeping them alive any longer.”
Before he could cast another spell, he was blasted to the side by a force of white light. He fell to the side, his concentration breaking and his hold over the Rangers failing. Groaning in pain, Nick and the others looked up to see a figure clad in purple and blue robes, holding a wand that had dispelled the energy and with only her face open to see. The Rangers instantly recognized the bright-blue irises they saw in the face.
“Claire!” they shouted, and the figure turned and smiled.
“Hey, guys. It’s great to see you again!” she yelled, oblivious to the Hidiacs currenty sneaking up on her.
“Watch out!” the group shouted as the Hidiacs pounced, but were cut off by a few kicks from… a giant, bipedal cat clad in genie clothes?
“Don’t forget about Jenji!” the cat shouted, and kicked off a few more foot soldiers for good measure.
Morticon, meanwhile, staggered back to his feet with his Hidiacs forming a protective barrier between him and the newcomers. He too recognized the spellcaster, former assistant of Udonna and now the master sorceress of Briarwood, and the cat, Daggeron’s magical friend and partner-in-crime-fighting.
“Curses, you insolent fools!” he shouted, “You may have won today, but do not forget, I still have your morphers!” He held up the items for all to see. “I’ll be back in time, and when I do, I will be even more powerful!”
“Stop!” Nick yelled, but it was too late. A flash of darkness appeared behind Morticon, revealing a swirling pool of energy. The general calmly stepped through, and the swirl closed up, leaving the Rangers and the newcomers alone.
Things were about to get very interesting indeed.
All the ponies of Ponyville were going about their days in typical fashion, unaware of the danger that loomed in the near future. Not surprisingly, having lived near a chaos-ridden and untamable forest their entire lives, they were all used to impending danger and threats to the town, much like the citizens of Briarwood. They knew, especially now, that they could depend of six local mares to wield the most powerful weapons in Equestria to protect them on such occasions.
The six local mares in question were gathered on a small heath not too far from Ponyville itself, enjoying a quiet picnic. The leader of the group, Twilight Sparkle, was demonstrating some new spells she had perfected. The others were in awe, amazed at the spectacle. As Twilight reverted Rarity’s mane back to its natural shade of purple, she turned once again to each of her friends and smiled.
“So, what do you girls think?” she asked, eager to hear her friends’ responses.
“That… was… AWESOME!!!” shouted an excited Pinkie Pie, eliciting nods from all the other mares.
“I’d have to agreed with Pinkie there, Twi,” Applejack stated.
“Yes, it was a most spectacular performance,” said Rarity, nervously inspecting her mane with a mirror for any signs of discoloration, while Fluttershy quietly nodded.
“Thanks,” she said, as she made her way back to the cloth and sat down, “You have no idea how long I’ve been working on those spells.”
“I have no idea how you managed to learn spells like those in the first place,” Rainbow said jokingly.
“Two words: practice and patience,” said Twilight, levitating a hay sandwich out of the available plate.
“You bet,” said a small dragon walking up to the group, with a new pitcher of lemonade in his grasp, “Twilight’s been moving through Princess Celestia’s magic tiers like crazy ever since she became an alicorn. Pretty soon, she’ll be doing stuff like blowing up boulders and summoning weapons and pinning ponies to the ground without lifting a hoof and…” Spike trailed off as he received a scowl from Twilight and hurriedly put down the pitcher and ran off to avoid the wrath of his mentor. Twilight sighed as she looked back to her friends, who wore very confused expressions on their faces.
“Sorry about that,” she said apologetically, “Ever since I accidentally brought up the concept of offensive magic with him, that’s all he ever talks about.”
“Why would anypony get offended by magic?” Pinkie Pie asked innocently, “Is it really that inappropriate?”
“No, darling, I think Twilight means attack magic,” Rarity corrected, “But why are you against the idea of such a branch of magic?”
“I don’t know,” Twilight admitted, “I just find it… unneeded. There are other ways to deal with a solution other than just straight-up attack.”
Although the rest of the ponies were still a tad confused, the topic was dropped and the six continued on with their meal… that is, until Pinkie Pie, just about to take a bite of her hay sandwich, stopped mid-way with her eyes bulging out of her sockets.
“Uh oh,” she spoke quietly before suddenly going into a fit of shaking, her whole body vibrating uncontrollably.
“Pinkie, what’s happening!?” inquired Fluttershy, even though she knew the answer. They had all become acquainted with Pinkie’s unnatural sixth sense. It just wasn’t something that she wanted to hear.
Pinkie Pie stopped shaking long enough to look at Fluttershy and, in a grim voice, say, “It’s a doozy.”
After the attack, Claire led the others back to the Root Core.The Rangers and Jenji all sat around, reflecting on what had just occurred. They had just been defeated by Morticon, the general they thought they had destroyed long ago, and somehow he was more powerful than ever before. It weighed heavily on all the Rangers’ minds. In particular, Nick was pacing back in forth in an equal display of confusion and frustration.
“I just don’t get it. How was Morticon able to defeat us so easily?” he said, “We kicked his butt the last time we faced him.”
“He felt so much stronger this time,” said Chip, “He must’ve gained that extra power from somewhere. Question is… where?”
“We might have the answer for that,” said Claire as she walked into the room, along with Leanbow and Udonna, all with grim expressions on their faces, “...but you might not like it.”
Everybody who was sitting jumped off their feet. “Alright then, spit it out,” Xander said impatiently, “Why was Morticon so powerful?”
“Patience, Rangers,” said Udonna, “Claire and I have been researching the power we felt when Morticon fought us…”
“...and we found that not all of the residual energy we were feeling was Morticon’s,” said Claire, “There was something else helping him and feeding power into him. Something much stronger...”
“...and something unlike what this world has ever seen before,” finished Leanbow.
“Unknown magic?” asked Daggeron, scratching his beard in wonder, “But that must mean…”
“...Morticon has made a new ally,” interrupted Udonna, “One that is not from this world at all.”
“I knew there was something funky about the portal he left through,” said Vida, smacking her fist into her palm, “That must’ve been an inter dimensional gateway to wherever he got all that power from.”
“Great, so now all we have to do is follow that bloke to wherever he ran off to and kick his sorry behind,” said Xander in confidence, “We get our morphers back, send him to the Underworld, and we’re done. Piece of cake.”
“If only it were that easy,” sighed Leanbow, “You see, the power needed to create an inter dimensional portal for even a few moments requires an incredible amount of energy and willpower. Even highly trained sorcerers like ourselves cannot perform the spell for that long alone.”
“However, if Udonna, Leanbow and I all cast the spell together, we can have it up and ready for the rest of you to follow through,” said Claire.
Nick looked to his newly-found parents. “Are you sure you two can’t come along? How are we going to defeat Morticon without all of us working together?”
The two old sorcerers looked to each other before turning back to Nick. “I’m sorry, son,” said Leanbow solemnly, “But this is the only way this will work. Without those morphers, we will not be able to withstand another Undead attack.”
“Why can’t we get some help from other rangers?” suggested Xander, “I recently helped out the Overdrive Rangers by defeating the Mystic Mother’s son. Maybe they can lend us a hand.”
“That’s a great idea, Xander,” said Leanbow, “But they’re still too busy with their own mission to help us.” Leanbow turned to his son once more, ”Nick, it’s up to you to lead the other rangers…”
“And Jenji!”
“...and Jenji… through the portal to stop Morticon once again. Are you up for one last mission, Red Mystic Ranger?”
Nick looked around to his friends, who all gave him a knowing smile and a curt nod before turning back to Leanbow. “Yes, I will.”
“Good, because time’s a wasting!” interrupted Claire, “I’ve managed to track down Morticon’s location with the residual energy the portal left behind. Apparently, the dimension he traveled to is chock-full of magical energy. It’s no wonder why he chose to go there of all places.”
“Wait a minute, I have a question,” said Madison, “How are we going to use magic if our morphers are gone?”
“I have your solution,” said Udonna, who proceeded to hand out various wands to the Rangers, “These will allow you to utilize your magical capabilities with almost as much ease as with your morphers. Unfortunately, their capacity for energy is not nearly enough to morph into Mystic Mode.”
“It’s better than nothing,” Chip said optimistically.
Daggeron brought out a lamp-like object, the Laser Lamp, and approached Jenji with a smile. “I know it’s been a while,” he said, “but it looks like we need you once again, old friend.”
“Sure thing, buddy!” Jenji shouted enthusiastically, “I’ll be the best ex-genie you’ve ever seen.” And with that, Jenji disappeared into a puff of smoke, which swirled into the Laser Lamp.
Claire, Udonna, and Leanbow gathered in preparation to simultaneously cast the spell. “Are you ready, Rangers?” asked Udonna.
The Mystic Force Power Rangers all nodded their heads. The three sorcerers pooled their energy together, and with much effort, conjured a swirling portal similar in fashion to Morticon’s, except this one was made of light instead of darkness.
“Alright, team. Let’s go visit our old friend Morticon a visit,” said Nick, and without hesitation, the six rangers jumped into the swirling mass and disappeared from sight.
Twilight and her friends bolted through Ponyville, pushing through the stream of screaming ponies running in the opposite direction.
“What the hay is going on, and what’s everypony running from?” asked Rainbow Dash, flying easily above her friends.
“Look’s like we’re about to find out,” said Twilight as they arrived at the town square, where they all let out a collective gasp at what they found. Strange, bipedal creatures in metal armor and brown clothing ran about, creating chaos and panic, wrecking stalls and homes. They were unlike anything the six had ever seen before.
“What in tarnation are those?!” asked Applejack. Suddenly another scream arose from a few meters away, as a mare was backed into a corner by one of those creatures. Without sympathy, the thing violently grabbed her and, in a flash of darkness, disappeared with the mare in it’s grasp.
“They’re kidnapping ponies!” shrieked Rarity. All around them, more and more ponies were being teleported away with the horrible creatures, unable to do anything to save themselves. A couple of the creatures came close to the group, one even grabbing Fluttershy by the tail, eliciting a scream from said mare.
“Oh no you don’t!” shouted Twilight, as she blasted the creature away with purple magic. A couple more got a taste of Applejack’s hind-hooves and Rainbow’s kicks, and part horn sounded off with one flying away covered in confetti. The group turned around to find Pinkie Pie smiling innocently and nonchalantly whistling as she moved to block the party cannon behind her.
The other mares had barely opened their mouths to inquire when they were all blasted with a dark energy sphere, creating massive explosion and sending the mares flying. Rainbow and Fluttershy managed to catch themselves mid-air, but the other four fell to the ground with heavy thuds, struggling to get up.
“Well, well, well, look what we have here,” a sinister voice spoke only feet away from them, and they all looked up to see an even more gruesome creature in front of them. He was more bulkier, bore even more armor than the rest, held an enormous sword in one hand, and had stranger metal contraptions sticking out of his head. The scariest part of him, however, was his glowing, yellow eyes that he used to stare down at them.
“You ponies might be the first in this dimension to even be able to put up a fight against my Hidiacs,” he chuckled darkly, “Impressive… for a couple of horses.”
“Who are you calling horses!?” shouted Rainbow as she flew to meet him head-on, their eyes at level with each other for a brief moment before the mechanical monster swiftly smacked her away with the blunt side of his sword, sending her to the ground in a heap. Fluttershy screamed, then flew down to help her injured friend, while Morticon laughed maniacally.
“You six are a real riot! It’s a real wonder why the Nightmare considers you six a threat.”
“The Nightmare?” Twilight wondered aloud, but then fell silent as the monster raised his sword and pointed it towards them.
“Might as well get these six out of the way, if you’re really as annoying as it claims.” It raised it’s sword and prepared to swing down, and the ponies could do nothing but close their eyes and await their doom.
“No, you don’t!” came a shout from behind, and the Mane Six opened their eyes just in time to see the menacing thug before them blasted away with a spew of fire coming from behind them. They turned their heads to see yet another bipedal creature, nearly as tall as the rest, but seemed different. The only clothing it had on was a black and red jacket with blue leggings, and it’s skin was a lighter shade than the rest. It also had a short tuft of fur on it’s head, but nowhere else. It also held what seemed to be a stick of some kind.
‘What is that thing?’ Twilight wondered, but her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a grunt behind her, and the mechanical beast was rising from the ground where he had fallen, looking at the newcomer with a look to kill.
“Attacking innocent civilians is pretty low, even for your standards, Morticon,” said the new arrival, pointing a finger in the mechanical beast’s direction.
“Red Ranger!? I thought I took care of you back in Briarwood. How are you here!?” Morticon roared.
“You mean how are we here,” shouted another voice, and five more creatures ran up to the Red Ranger, wearing very similar attire and carrying the same sticks, with the exception of one who held a lamp-pot in its hand, pointing it at the morlock.
“All of you, eh? Guess that means more for me to destroy. Hidiacs, attack!” The rest of the monsters stopped their destructive paths and ran towards the newcomers, who tensed up into battle stances and let out screams of their own as they ran to meet their attackers head on. Twilight and the others observed closely, both thrilled at being rescued and curious as to what their rescuers were capable of.
The one with a yellow vest and cape charged in head on towards multiple Hidiacs, knocking out most of them in a powerful sweep of its arms. They fell down easily, and the remaining foes he brought down with a charge of electricity from his wand.
The one with with a blue vest and cape ducked from a kick from nearby and swept her attacker with her own leg, knocking them down on their backs. She then performed a quick backflip, knocking out two more foes with kicks from mid-air, and brandishing her wand, sent a jet of water out towards three more, washing them all away.
The one with the green vest and cape shook himself free from the hold of two Hidiacs, kicking the first down to the ground and elbowing the other. With a swish of his wand, he caused a large root to come up from the ground and grab an opponent, flinging it towards a group and knocking them all down like a row of bowling pins.
The one with the pink vest and cape sent one Hidiac packing with a few quick jabs and round-housed one behind her. Flourishing her wand, she conjured up a tornado of wind around her, knocking out all nearby Hidiacs.
The one with the yellow and blue vest shot down multiple Hidiacs with his odd-looking pistol lamp-pot, then punched down a few more for style points.
And the first creature, wearing his red vest and cape, lunged through more foes, trying to get closer to scary bull creature named Morticon, but was shot down by dark magic. He quickly got back up and drew out his own wand, letting out a primal yell and sending another blast of fire towards his opponent, who sent another batch of dark energy. The fire and darkness met halfway, and after a few brief moments, it resulted in a massive shock wave that sent both fighters flying.
“NICK!” yelled his comrades as they rushed to his side, still down from the blast. Morticon pushed himself up and shook his fist towards the group as he clutched his side in pain.
“Curse you, Rangers!” he yelled in fury, “Why must you be so meddlesome?!” He calmed down a bit and smiled smugly, standing up a bit straighter. “No matter, I’ve captured enough ponies to wield some good results. Once the Nightmare’s plan is complete, even you will be powerless to stop me!” He laughed maniacally as dark magic surrounded him and he disappeared with his chilling laugh still echoing through the town square.
“Drat, he got away again!” yelled Vida, grinding her teeth in frustration and shaking her fist at the spot where Morticon disappeared.
“Do not fear, he couldn’t have had a whole lot of energy after his struggle with Nick,” said Daggeron, stroking his beard in thought, “And that means he most likely did not teleport a large distance away.”
“Yeah, but what was he doing kidnapping those innocent ponies?” asked Madison.
“All part of his plan, no doubt,” said Nick, who had gotten up and was still clutching his side in pain. “But there was another thing he said that bothers me even more: he mentioned something about the Nightmare. That must be who he’s working to gain all this power, but who is this Nightmare?”
“We may be able to help with that,” a feminine voice came behind them, but when the Rangers turned around, all they saw was a group of the remaining multi colored ponies.
“Who said that?” Nick asked, still looking around for any people who might’ve spoken, much to the annoyance of a purple unicorn.
“Why, me of course. Who else could’ve spoken?” Twilight Sparkle stated.
The humans could do nothing but stare in awe, while Xander shook his head and massaged his forehead before saying, “This is going to be another one of those days, isn’t it?”
