//------------------------------// // Blue Ranger! // Story: Mighty Morphin' Power Ponies: Origin Story // by FelixTheBrony //------------------------------// Blue Ranger Spike, after a good while flying above the town of Ponyville, finally came across one of his targets and swooped down in front of Featherweight, who was carrying a gift-wrapped box on his back. “Hey Feather!” Featherweight, understandably, jumped up in fear, accidently dropping the box as he did so. “Spike!” He answered, annoyed. “What the heck? I thought I told you not to do that!” “Sorry about that, but...” Spike suddenly stopped when he felt a telepathic message in his head. Goodbye Spike, I love you. “Twilight...?” Spike questioned, not noticing Featherweight looking at him in concern. “Hey Featherweight!” Applebloom called out as she and Pipsqueak started moving towards them, two carts of apple themed foods behind them. “Hi Spike,” Pipsqueak greeted, getting nothing in response. Featherweight saw their confused looks and shrugged. “I don't know, we were talking and he suddenly just shut down,” He explained, noticing Scootaloo greet Sweetie Belle at the door to Sugarcube corner. He also saw her give a harsh glare at Rumble, who had flinched but otherwise maintained his cool. Scootaloo just grabbed Sweetie Belle and pulled her towards the growing group. “Scoots! What the he...Oh hi guys!” She interrupted herself, smiling brightly. “Howdy girls,” Applebloom greeted, looking over Spike for a second, as if deeming the best course of action to take to break him out of his spell. “Trying to get him to snap out of it?” Scootaloo asked with a strange undertone of glee. The others nodded. “Don't worry, I know how to do it!” The group was about to ask how before Scootaloo just swung her hoof round and slapped him, incredibly hard, right in the face. Spike stumbled back as the group stared at Scootaloo, shocked. “Scoots! What the heck was for?!” Pipsqueak exclaimed, attempting to keep Spike balanced. Scootaloo shrugged. “I saw it on TV once. Plus I really needed to hit something after seeing Rumble,” Applebloom flinched, glancing at Sugarcube Corner. “Aw no, Rumble's there,” She undid her yoke and looked at Scootaloo. “Do ya mind doin' me a favour an takin' these inside? Ah don't think Ah can handle 'im hittin' on me again!” “Twilight!” Spike cried out, turning to the others. “You guys, get to the castle as soon as you can!” He then started to rush towards the castle, his wings flapping frantically. “Hot diggity!” Applebloom yelled out in glee, able to escape from the grey teenager and ran off after Spike. The others turned to each other, concerned, before Big Mac approached them. “Y'all should probably go,” He said, causing them to look up at him. “Dash jus' told me that Twi said goodbye ta her an', if Spike came callin' fer ya, he probably needs ya more than we do right now.” “Thanks dad!” Scootaloo said, giving him a quick hug, before flying off to catch up to the others who had already chased after them. Spike burst into the castle and his unbelieving eyes beheld the fate of his friend/sister. Twilight was suspended in a large, crystal tube in the centre of the throne room. Her wings were held out and her head was held high, showing a black void at the base of her horn. Her eyes were closed and her body was deathly still. Spike felt his bones turn to jelly as he approached the Princess, shaking with every step he took. “Twily?” He whispered to the tube, as if she'd open her eyes and flash out of it in a second, ready to scold him for being behind schedule... ...she didn't. Spike raised a trembling claw to the surface of the crystal and laid it out upon it, hoping that he might feel her warm presence. Instead, he felt the bitter chill of the glass like structure. “Twily...Wake up...” He pleaded, his eyes misting up in the corners. He heard hoof steps behind him, but didn't need to turn to know who it was. “Wake up!” He tried to shout, but his voice could barely make any noise over the pain in his chest. He continued to tremble, looking into the closed eyes of his best friend, hoping to see them open. “Spike?” He heard and his attention snapped back to Sweetie Belle, who flinched back. “Sorry but...Why are we here?” Spike felt a fire in his heart burn when he remembered what he and Twilight were discussing earlier. About choosing five ponies to protect Equestria in her absence. He wasn't stupid, he knew someone came here and assassinated her. Though he doesn't know who, he does know that they weren't going to stop here and that the world needed protecting... ...He just hoped he made the right decision. He got on four legs and skittered around the room, causing the group to jump a bit, never seeing the dragon move this fast before. Just before they could question him about it, though, he returned with a small chest laid out in front of them and he opened it, revealing the five power coins from earlier. They all raise their eyebrows and looked up at Spike, who was looking back at them as if expecting something. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Pipsqueak broke. “Okay, mate, what is it you wanted us to do?” Spike facepalmed himself and sighed. “Equestria is in danger and, as you can see clear as day, Twilight can do buck all about it,” He then pointed to the coins. “So Celestia gave us these power coins to bestow onto five teenagers with attitude so they can save the day and, low and behold, you're our teenagers!” The five turned to each other, then gave Spike varying degrees of looks. From glares of being offended to wide eyed looks as if he had gone insane. “Attitude?! If you want attitude go talk to Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon!” Scootaloo complained, folding her hooves in defiance. “Um...You sure you don't want to give these to trained, military personnal?” Pipsqueak asked, confused as to why they were the ones that needed to protect the world. They were like fifteen! “Yeah, sure when Twi an' mah sis got tha Elements o' Harmony they were pretty young, but they were still adults!” Applebloom agreed, not sure why this responsibility was being shouldered onto them. “And why don't you take one, you're older than us!” Sweetie Belle added, noting that the dragon was a solid eighteen years old. “That's the point, these coins only work on young ponies!” Spike replied, a little peeved that they didn't just take the coins. If he were being offered superpowers beyond his normal abilities, he'd take them in a heartbeat! Why were they not agreeing to this? “Oh why didn't you say so?! We'll do you one better then! I'll go get Pixel Bit and Golden Delicious! Those five year olds should be much better fits!” Scootaloo continued, still glaring at him. While they were arguing, only Featherweight was transfixed on the coins...or at least, one in general. He stared intently at the Triceratops coin, as if under some spell. He could almost hear it call out to him, as if it wants to be picked up and examined more. The other five were too deep in their disagreements to notice him reach out for the coin. Just as he laid his hoof upon it, he suddenly felt himself transported some-place else, some-place far from the Castle of Friendship and his friends. It was like he was in Ponyville, but the scene in front of him was not what he associated with the town he had grown up in. For one, it was desolate, with nigh a pony in sight. Neither a bird in the air, nor a mouse hiding in the alley ways. Two, the buildings looked wasted, but not knocked over or destroyed. Just unused, left to the elements...abandoned to grow plants that had rooted themselves to them. And three, and probably the main reason this Ponyville was different to his own... ...The bones. He looked around the whole town, skeletons littering the streets like popcorn on the floor of a movie theatre. Not so many that it seemed ridiculous, but enough to know that pretty much everypony that had called Ponyville home had been mercilessly killed. It took a moment for Featherweight to notice that he was crying, since he didn't know what to do. Where had this coin taken him? What did it want from him? Why was it doing this? He didn't get the chance to find out the answer to any of these questions though, as he heard a scream coming from ahead of him. He shook the questions from his mind and charged forward to save whoever that scream came from. How he would do this, was anyone's guess. He wasn't muscular like Pipsqueak or Applebloom, didn't have magic in the sense that Sweetie Belle did and certainly didn't have the angelic and graceful movement that Scootaloo had. But that didn't matter to him right now! He just knew that he had to help whoever that scream had come from. He found the pony after a while, but couldn't say that he knew her. She looked like a generic Earth Pony that he had seen around town. She was a blue mare with a white mane and a horn for a cutie mark. She had red eyes as well and, from that, he knew that she looked like nopony he had ever seen before. But at that point, he couldn't find himself caring. It didn't matter to him who this pony was. Only that she was screaming, crying, and backing away from some green, slime monster that was approaching. He flew into action, getting inbetween the mare and the monster, and bucked it in the chest with a solid thwack. It wasn't a strong kick, by any means, but the surprise hit the monster and it fell back. The mare was surprised that something had intervened, and looked up at her saviour. Featherweight turned back to face her. “Run, Miss, run and don't look back!” “W-what about you?!” She declared, noticing the monster get back up and Featherweight turned back to face it. “It doesn't matter what happens to me! All I care about is making sure that you're safe!" He announced, a trickle of a tear running down his cheek. "Everyone I cared for is gone, but you still have a chance! Get out of here and live to fight another day!” He yelled back, before trotting towards the monster. What he didn't notice was that the mare started to smile and glow blue, the power drawing into a coin in the centre of her chest. “Good answer, but we're both going to make it out of this...” Featherweight, wondering what she meant by that, turned back and noticed that, after a flash of light, he now held a strange device in his hoof. It appeared to be some kind of...He didn't know what to call it. It was about as big as his hoof and, in the centre of it, rested his power coin. He also noticed that he was wearing a blue jacket over him with an emblem of a triceratops on the right shoulder. This is your Power Morpher, He heard an ethereal voice in his head say. To unleash your new power, you must first announce it's pass code and go through the motions. He noticed the monster coming towards him, but stood firm, trying his best to remain brave in the face of danger...But now that there was no-one else with him, it was hard to keep a brave face on. First you must thrust the coin forward with both hooves, upside down, then twist it right-side up and declare 'It's Morphing Time', Featherweight, not at all caring how silly it sounded, or looked, decided to just trust the voice and went through the motions. “It's Morphing Time,” He declared. He noticed that the device was suddenly building up some kind of power and was trying his hardest not to let the thing go. Now the final step, declare the name of the beast from within the coin, and let it's strength combine with you, The voice finished, Featherweight deciding to just go with. He, of course, sussed what the animal was, having seen it on the coin and emblazoned on his new jacket. “Triceratops!” And just like that, he was back in the castle, but still going through a transformation. The five stopped arguing and turned to Featherweight, whose whole body was enclosed in a blue light, only his head being free. When it cleared, over his body was a blue jumpsuit with a large, white diamond on his chest, his hooves covered with four white boots with a pattern of blue diamonds on the trim. Then his head started to be covered by a helmet, hiding his face from the world. It was blue in colour to match the rest of his outfit, but had a black visor and three silver horns that didn't jut out, they were just there for aesthetic purposes. After he finished the transformation, he pulled back his left forehoof, thrusting his other forehoof in front of his, facing in that direction himself. “Blue Ranger!” That was when he noticed that he was no longer facing off against a green slime monster, but facing five of his friends, looking at him as if they had seen Princess Celestia bursting in, declaring that she was retiring to take up knitting. He lowered his forehooves, before realising that they were covered by boots and looked himself over, noticing that he also had a belt which displayed his Power Morpher to the group. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes before Scootaloo piqued up. “I'm next!”