There is a story, on a planet far from the solar system you know where a group of people stood alone against the forces of darkness. A story that begins with Zordon of Eltar.

The story of the Power Rangers.


Granted powers from a separate dimension known as the Morphing Grid, Zordon sought to prevent the forces of the Xalantian Imperium from continuing their conquest of the galaxy. Fascinated by the power he wielded, the empress of evil, Xala, soon found her hunger for something more than material conquest. It would be this desire to access and acquire the grid that made her war against Zordon endless and ravenous in nature. Eventually, Zordon saw all of his friends fall before him and realized that the only way to save the grid was to sacrifice his world in the process.

A bitter irony.

He needed the grid to save his world, but to save the grid he had to allow his world to die.

The Power Grid vanished and so too did the tools to access it. This created a ripple effect, as more factions who sought to dominate the universe came to power and the might of the Xalantian Imperium faded into obscurity. Xala’s fanatics, fervent and loyal, scoured galaxy-after-galaxy in search of what their empress once salivated over. What was once a megalomaniacal fantasy became a devotion, a framing that they could only gain power like they once held when they found and captured the energies of the grid. And for millions of years… the grid has remained quiet.

Until today.