In the year 2012, a shadow fell upon our planet. What was first thought to be a colossal space ship had settled in our orbit, a space ship that rivalled Earth's size. But this had not always been a space ship. It was a planet, Niberus. It's inhabitants had built upon it, made it their home and vessel, and had come to us. They made their intentions violently clear.
Earth was overwhelmed in weeks, and the Power Rangers fell, one by one. Only one member remained, and managed to recover all of his dead comrades Power Coins. While he could not hide the technology of the Morpher's, he did his best to make sure they couldn't tap into the Morphing Grid. He set out with the coins and scattered them around the continent. During the later days of Earth's fall, this last Ranger was caught and killed, and the invaders from Niberus claimed two Power Coins, Yellow, and Blue.
What was left of the human population was brutally suppressed. We lived in the ruins of our cities, hungry, afraid, and hopeless. We fought each other as much as our occupants, for food, living space, and many other excuses to lash out. Those who tried to change things were taken to the mines, the factories, or even to Niberus. They needed us for something, but no one knew what.
They used the two captured Power Coins to abuse the Morphing Grid, and the technology of their foot soldiers started to change. Orange power, like a tainted yellow, would show through their weapons and their visors, while the elite units would show off blue that was almost a black light.
We went through several generations of this. Soon, only the oldest of us could remember when the skies were clear and when the Niberian's had not controlled us.
Later, fewer soldiers appeared. Their ranks were being strengthened by our own. Men and women, sick of how they were forced to live, gave themselves up to the Niberian's for the drug N-Gauge. It eradicated all feelings of hunger and sleep, and with it went their compassion. Their eyes would blaze with orange light and their voices changed so that we no longer heard our friends and family... as they beat and harassed us.
Attempts at organized resistance were rare, and never successful. I've grown up in this hopeless life, and have no reason to hate my own kind any less then I do our enslavers. I know something that they don't want us to... they're desperate. That planet they live in? It's dead, and they are too if they don't find another to transform. They want ours, and they can't even leave if they wanted to. How do I know this?
Wrong place, wrong time. I never was very lucky.
Power Rangers: Stolen World follows a young woman raised in the occupation, beaten and starved by Niberian's and Humans alike. She was beaten for being in the way of a small, covert convoy slipping through an alleyway, and her beating was interrupted by a Resistance ambush. Their precious cargo, the Red Power Coin, in a Niberian designed Morpher, fell at her feet, and she became the new Red Ranger.
Stolen World is a darker chapter of Power Ranger's, with less organization, only a few Rangers, more ruthless and frightening enemies, and a much larger emphasis on gunplay. Many weapons will be both melee and ranged at once, while many enemies will have dependable shielding options.
You will be fighting the N-Gauge addicts, super strong and brutal. N-Ghouls, standard 'Putty' class soldiers, weak and in large groups, with melee and ranged capabilities, but no shielding. N-Ghasts, the Elite class, with heavy shielding against ranged and powerful melee and ranged. N-Creeps, agile and weak units that slink up walls and cling to any surface, like skittering ranged infantry. And soon, Dakon (Day-Kon) will assume command of the oppression, bringing with him a much more terrifying and brutal enemy, one even the Red Ranger and the future holders of the lost Power Coins will have trouble facing.
With every warehouse you destroy, every mine you liberate, and every outpost you bring down, more and more people will follow. This is your world. Show the N-Forces that your not sharing.