ANGLOMAN Vs. KEIKENRANGER Part 1
Written by Scott Harris and Gerald Conde

"KIYAI!" Red spun around, eliminating the training droid. "Excellent work Scott," Caster congratulated from behind his control room window, "You can go join the others now." "Yes Professor," Red sighed and his costume vanished in red light.


Scott found the others awaiting him in the Den living room, several drinks and open pizza boxes scattered around the table. "Hey Scotty!" Rowan threw a Coke at Scott, who caught it easily and sat down beside Ivy, "What's up?" "We were about to watch a movie," Ivy replied. "Which one?" Scott asked. Rowan flicked on the TV, "Seed of Chucky." Scott sighed as Ivy leant against him.

"What were the results of their tests?" Caster looked at Belle. Data flashed across Belle's eyes and she began typing at the central computer console, "It's amazing Professor. The electrical feedback the Angloman experienced during the battle against Thorn Robo last week has heightened their abilities even more." "Can you give me more detail than that Belle?" Caster asked. "Well…" Belle read over the information on the main screen, "Their very senses have been cleared and heightened. Their muscle capacity is the same yet they now all have the abilities of an Olympic champion." Caster, his eyes widened, walked over to Belle's console and read over the data, "The electrical feedback must have affected the radiation in their bodies in a way that caused the radiation itself to merge with them." "That's…new," Belle said flatly.


Meanwhile, high up in the Darkshot fortress, Blackthorn was working on his latest scheme. Suddenly, the ash-covered Ketamax stumbled into the room, "D-Doctor B-B-Blackthorn…we…we're under attack…" Blackthorn ducked as an Apostle flew over his head, "What is the meaning of this?!" Standing at the end of the throne room bridge was a seemingly young woman. She was reasonably attractive with dark skin and brown hair, she was wearing a beige, skull-like headpiece and a beige robe covering her body. "Greetings Doctor Blackthorn," the woman said in a delicate yet sharp voice. "Who are you?" Blackthorn asked coolly. "I am Giselle," the woman bowed, "Expert assassin of the Warúi." "The Warúi?" Blackthorn raised an eyebrow, "I believed them to be nothing but a rumour." "They are as real as you or I," Giselle replied, "But they are failures. I left them to join you." "Join me?" Blackthorn asked, "I am afraid it takes more than a pretty face to become part of my force. Ketamax is a prime example of this." Giselle approached Blackthorn and smiled darkly, "I can be put to use." "This is marvellous," Ketamax droned, "We already have a whore in Deltra. Do we need another one?" Giselle pulled out her bare left hand revealing a green blast energy knocking the soldier off the bridge.

"You have my attention Giselle," the devious doctor spoke, "As the humans say, you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours." He followed with one word, "Angloman." "Keikenranger," Giselle replied. The two villains laughed quietly as Blackthorn flicked his wrist and an Apostle emerged from the darkness with a tray carrying two glasses of green liquid.

Down below in the Den, the five Angloman had fallen asleep on the couch. Rowan was sprawled upside down, his legs over the top of the couch, Alan had his back against the couch but the rest of him was mechanically straight, Beverley had dozed off with her head on the arm cushion, Ivy was leant against Scott, who was sleeping with an arm around Ivy and his head slanted to the side. They were rudely awakened by the sound of the alarms.
"Huh? What the? Whodunnit? Yipe!" Rowan was so surprised he had unhooked his legs from the couch and fallen to the floor. The others yawned and got up, slightly groggy. "Enemy?" Alan asked nobody in particular. "Indeed," said Caster as he entered the room, "At Great Yarmouth." "YARMOUTH?!" Beverley snapped, "That's hours away!" "That's where you're wrong young woman," Caster smirked, "Come with me."


The door of Anglo Hangar 1 opened and Caster led the teens inside. The lights came on, revealing the Anglo Shuttle in its holding. In the centre of the room was something covered by a grey tarpaulin emblazoned with the England flag. "These…" Caster gripped the tarpaulin, "…Are the Justice Cycles." He pulled off the tarpaulin, revealing five-magnificent motorbikes. They were of low-to-ground build and highly streamlined with a coloured stripe on either side and studded tires. They were primarily silver yet the stripes, tires and frontal sections were coloured to match the users. "These…are…so…cool!" Beverley gasped. "But…we're too young to drive," Alan remarked flatly. "You five pilot a shuttle, a giant robot and a variety of powerful weapons," Caster pointed out. "True," Alan shrugged. "How fast are these things Professor?" Scott asked. "They have a recorded maximum speed of approximately mach 9," Caster replied. "Then let's go," Scott announced and the five took their positions, "Anglo Henshin! Angloman!"


Just moments later, the Angloman were racing through the streets of London on the Justice Cycles. "These things kick arse!" Blue stated loudly. "I agree," Black said flatly. "Oi," Blue looked at him, "Lighten up sometime Alan." Black narrowed his eyes behind his visor. "Eyes on the road people," Red reported, "We still have to get used to the controls."


Meanwhile, in America, six figures in official-looking dark blue uniforms stood at the end of a ruined road. The leader, a Jamaican woman with her hair recently straightened and with scarlet streaks stepped forward. Her suit was decorated with red lines going down the arms and legs and her deep inviting caramel eyes were full of determination. "Something went wrong here," said one of her companions, a Chinese youth with a stubbled chin, wild brown hair and eyes and yellow lines down his uniform. "No shit Sherlock," a Japanese man in shades muttered, he had spiky black-brown hair and black lines down his uniform. "I think I found the source," said a teenaged Argentinean girl with her brown hair in a ponytail and crystal blue eyes, her uniform decorated with blue lines. She was pointing up the street to where a 13ft raven-humanoid was tearing a lamppost from its setting and twisting it like rubber. "I'll take care of it. Hey you Juggernaut!" yelled an American woman with soft brown hair and eyes, pink lines running down her costume, "That ain't exactly a toy!"

The raven-beast looked at them and scowled, "Bugger off! I'm busy!" "That's it," the American was furious, "He's going down." The final figure, a Russian boy with platinum hair, blue-green eyes and green lines down his suit, looked at the others, "He doesn't seem to be Warúi." "But we can't exactly let him get away with this," the Argentinean said. "We must take caution with him them but we can't let this continue," the leader said. The six pulled out a black diamond-like device as they raised their right arms. The device had a button on the left, right, and top corners and a stylised golden K in the canter. They pressed the silver buttons on the sides and cried in unison, "Glorification!!!"

"CODE: Candace," the Jamaican woman's device droned. Candace was surrounded by red light and raised her arms, spinning around. A giant red K came towards her and melted around her body. It solidified into a white-and-red jumpsuit. Candace performed a fencing position and her helmet appeared.
"CODE: Isis," the Argentinean girl's device droned. Isis was surrounded by blue light and raised her arms, spinning around. A giant blue K came towards her and melted around her body. It solidified into a white-and-blue jumpsuit. Isis performed a boxing position and her helmet appeared.
"CODE: Kiro," the Japanese man's device droned. Kiro was surrounded by black light and raised his arms, spinning around. A giant black K came towards him and melted around his body. It solidified into a white-and-black jumpsuit. Kiro crossed his arms and his helmet appeared.
"CODE: Coribun," the Chinese man's device droned. Coribun was surrounded by yellow light and raised his arms, spinning around. A giant yellow K came towards him and melted around his body. It solidified into a white-and-yellow jumpsuit. Coribun performed a praying position and his helmet appeared.
"CODE: Paige," the American woman's device droned. Paige was surrounded by pink light and raised her arms, spinning around. A giant pink K came towards her and melted around her body. It solidified into a white-and-pink jumpsuit. Paige performed a cat-like position and her helmet appeared.
"CODE: Devon," the Russian man's device droned. Devon was surrounded by green light and raised his arms, spinning around. A giant green K came towards him and melted around his body. It solidified into a white-and-green jumpsuit. Devon spread his arms defiantly and his helmet appeared.

The raven-beast watched boredly as six streamlined heroes appeared in multi-coloured light. They turned to face the monster and took combat-ready positions, drawing their respective weapons.
"KeikenRed! Keiken Sword!"
"KeikenBlue! Keiken Boomerang!"
"KeikenBlack! Keiken Mallet!"
"KeikenYellow! Keiken Katana!"
"KeikenPink! Keiken Constrictor!"
"KeikenGreen! Keiken Nunchuku!"
"In the name of the Shuudan! Shindou Sentai Keikenranger!"
The six drew their respective weapons and charged into battle. "You made your first mistake, taking on Raventhorn!" the monster fired several black, feather-like darts from his chest. The darts stuck into the Keikenranger and began to suck the energy from them. Screaming in agony, the six fell to the ground and in a mighty explosion, reverted to their now ash-covered human forms. As she lingered on the last of her consciousness, Candace clenched her teeth, "You… sonnova… bitch…" Her eyes closed. Raventhorn cackled and flapped his wings and took off into the air.


In the small haven of Great Yarmouth, a snake monster was tearing the area apart. The Angloman arrived on the scene and upon seeing the snake, Red winced. He remembered all too well his last encounter with a snake monster. It had almost squeezed himself and Ivy to death. Red gulped, "Okay…let's go…"
The Angloman approached the snake beast. It turned to face them and hissed in disgust, "Ssssssssso. Gissssssselle wassssss not lying about you." Feeling his confidence return, Red stepped forward, "We won't allow this chaos to go on." The Angloman took their respective poses.
"Red London! Flame Within Me!"
"Blue Shoebury! Water Around Me!"
"Black Epping! Earth Beneath Me!"
"Yellow Windsor! Lightning Upon Me!"
"Pink Plashet! Wind Above Me!"
"Ah sssssssssshut up! Your fancccccccy movesssss cannot sssssstop Venomo!" the snake-beast fired a dozen fangs on cords from its mouth, hitting the Angloman in the chests. Their energy was drained and too weak to even scream from their pain, they returned to human form and collapsed. Venomo hissed in victory and vanished into the ground.

TO BE CONTINUED…

ON THE NEXT KEIKENRANGERS...
Both teams now defeated at the hands of the new alliance, the Angloman and Keikenranger arrange a meeting. Unfortunately, hostilities are exchanged and the Sentai are unable to find a solution to work together.
Don't miss the second part of Angloman Vs. Keikenranger.

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