Zordon watched from the ship as each of the teenagers managed to find some way to fend off the threat, but what surprised him most was that they were willing to protect each other even though he could see one of them wasn’t truly as connected with the others, yet even they managed to help keep the threat at bay.  He smiled.  Teenagers with a true heart to protect didn’t come to his neck of the woods every day.  This was indeed a rare treat.  His eyes narrowed on Sa’Cha who was displaying a unique ability.  It seemed he was already connected to the power source, or was there more to him than just surface?  

A loud ringing filled the area and the creatures stopped their attack, retreating back into the ship.  Sa’Cha gasped holding his injured side, having stumbled during the fight and hitting a sharp rock.  Zordon appeared at the entrance of the ship and slowly descended the long strip of stairs.  He approached the gathered teens and looked at them closely.

“I assure you that was merely a test and you are in no true danger here,” he said, his eyes falling on Sa’Cha’s injured side.  “Here, let me mend that for you.”

Before Sa’Cha could object, nanites flew from Zordon’s body and began to mend the wound.  This was advanced technology and Sa’Cha gazed down at his wound as he watched the little pieces of tech make quick work of mending him before returning to their source.  Sa’Cha looked between the collective and then focused on Zordon.

“What kind of welcome was that?  Those things nearly killed us.”

“No, they were merely testing you to see what kind of response you’d have.  Trust me, I would not have allowed them to kill you.  Although they are an alien race, they do understand your native tongue.  Pardon my manners, let me introduce myself.”  Zordon looked at each of the teenagers assembled before him.  “I am Zordon, and if I am not mistaken, I am looking at the next protectors of this world.  The next Power Rangers.”

Sa’Cha’s mind was swirling at the term used.  His grandmother would always tell him tales of the protectors of the world and how they defeated evil throughout the years, each eventually retiring or worse.  Had they been chosen to follow in the footsteps of so many legendary warriors?

“Please, I will answer all questions, but first if you could follow me into the ship, everything will become clear.”

Zordon turned without a second of hesitation and moved towards the ship, moving up the long trail of stairs and vanishing back into the ship.  Sa’Cha turned to the others unsure how to proceed.

“Ummm, that was a lot to take in.  Everyone alright?”