
When you're nothing but a rat, life can be pretty hard. But when one rat receives a wish, he uses it in a most fantastic way, as he begins the greatest adventure that he's ever seen. But with any great power, a price must be paid for, as he finds out, all too soon.
Coming up next on the pilot episode of Power Rangers Street Virtue!
Coming up next on the pilot episode of Power Rangers Street Virtue!
PRSV-00PE: Actions of the Rat (Originally written on 10/01/2005)
By Darrel Vanwinkle (Lord Pouchlaw)
Pilot Episode -- Theme Song
From a world of darkness, his sight catches all;
his claws are like razors, his voice leaves you awed.
In a world of dinos, he dines on the nigh;
a coin of gold, falls from the sky.
Actions of the Rat! Actions!
"The power claims me, my life is changed;
I'm a human, my goals rearranged!"
Actions of the Rat! Actions!
A quest he now follows, to find his new place;
to fail's not an option, onward he must race.
Together with Rangers, proving his worth;
using his powers, to save his home the Earth.
Actions of the Rat! Actions!
Actions of the Rat!
Actions of the... Rat!
Featuring:
Bronze Rat Virtue Ranger, Dominik Ratt
Guest Starring, Mighty Morphing Power Rangers (@ Saban Brands):
Red Morphin' Ranger, Jason Lee Scott
Black Morphin' Ranger, Zachary Taylor
Blue Morphin' Ranger, Billy Cranston
Yellow Morphin' Ranger, Trini Kwan
Pink Morphin' Ranger, Kimberly Hart
Also Starring:
Zordon
Alpha 5
Farcas "Bulk" Bulkmeier
Eugene "Skull" Skullovitch
Enemies:
Rita Repulsa
Goldar
Squidzilla
Chapter One.
A dark alley behind a greasy spoon cafe. A garbage can lid is knocked off of it's resting place, as two grungy paws pull it's dark brownish-gray rat head and body up, so as to gaze into the smorgasbord of thrown out food. Looks like Antonio is throwing out his best food again. Pasta and pudding... what more could a rat ask for? And then, as he began to dine on the mixture of garbage and fluids, he glanced over at a newspaper that was lying on top of another trash can. The headline read, POWER RANGERS DEFEAT ANOTHER MONSTER
The Power Rangers... I'll bet they never have to dine out of the garbage pails, like I do. But still... I wonder what it would be like to be a Power Ranger? It's not like I'd have to worry about a secret identity... I'm a rat, after all.
The rat continued to eat the messy mixture of gooey cheese and runny grayish-green pudding.
Suddenly, a golden disk fell out of the sky and landed in the pasta mess in front of the rat! What is that? The rat reached over and grabbed the shiny disk in both paws and examined the item closely. It looks like... a gold coin. At that point, the rat gazed upward at the sky. A cruel joke, is it, oh lord of us all? A rat such as I cannot cash in such a coin as this. I wish I could be a Power Ranger. I wish I could change forms and interact with the people in the world. I wish I lived a better life... but I don't want to give up being a rat. It's what I am.
The rat sighed, as he leaped down to the street level, with the coin in his muzzle. But you gave me this gift, oh lord of us all. And I must cherish anything that you give me. But someday... I will repay you for this great gift. The rat scurried off toward his underground sewer lair. Down a drainage grate, along a stinking sewer track way, and finally, over a fat water main pipe, and into an enclosed and abandoned basement underneath an old abandoned school building.
Home sweet home. Now, where can I place this coin? Ah, under my pillow, of course. And the rat took the coin over to the pile of hay that was his bed, and placed the coin under the straw that made his pillow. There. A gift from the lord of us all. But why me, I must wonder? Why was I given this gift? The rat yawned, his tummy full of his night's scavenging run, as it made burbling sounds of disgust.
The rat then lay his head on the lump of straw and gold coin, as he fell asleep immediately.
Within the rat's dreams, he saw an unexpected scene unfolding... a colorful old witch and a golden clad winged gorilla was casting a spell on a golden coin that had a dragon etching upon it. Suddenly, there came a mighty explosion, as the golden coin magically became two coins... one had the dragon, while the other was completely blank. And the blank coin had been hurled out of the nearby window, where it fell from a palace on the moon into Earth's atmosphere and landed within a messy gooey open garbage can behind a greasy spoon cafe...
When the rat awoke the next morning, he was coated in a layer of his own sweat, but something seemed different. And then, he noticed the human hand in front of him in the hay.
He slowly stared at the human hand, as he followed the arm it was attached to with his eyes, upward, until he realized that the arm was connected to his own body. He then experimentally lifted his arm and hand. He spent the next few minutes quietly examining his whole transformed body. At that point, it was time to find out what sort of head he had. He raised his hands to his face and gingerly rubbed himself, ever so slowly.
"I'm human." At the sound of his own voice, he froze slightly, then said, "This is my voice. It's not a horrible voice, but it is my voice. What cruel trick is this, oh lord of us all? What have I done to deserve this fate?"
He then slowly stood up. "Humans wear... what they call clothes. I will need clothes if I am to be out in public. The golden coin. I need the coin." And he dug out the golden coin and looked at it.
Engraved on the face of the coin was the likeness of his former rat self. "I don't get it. Why does the coin have my picture on it?"
He then explored the abandoned basement thoroughly, something that he had been limited in doing before because he hadn't had human hands to open things with. After a while, he stood there gazing into a cracked mirror at himself.
The boy had greased up spiky brown ratty hair, pale yet fair skin, and narrow beady eyes. He was slender yet of medium height. He wore faded dirty blue jeans, a pair of dirty gym sneakers, and an oily and dirty solid brown tee shirt. He then hefted up the dirty dark hooded cloak and placed that over his shoulders, as he tied it around his neck, and flipped the hood up to shield his head.
He smiled at himself, slightly, then said, "I am one of the world, now. But internally... I am just a rat. But wait... humans need one more thing to be human..." He slowly turned around and silently strode across the chamber to a massive amount of very old graffiti that was on one wall. "Humans must have a name." He looked at a word in the center of the colorful graffiti. "Dominik Ratt. That's who I am now. Dominik Ratt."
Dominik then stared at the coin again. "How do I use this? I cannot bear to part with it. It feels as if it is a part of who I am now. No, I must keep this. Perhaps the lord of us all has chosen me for some unspoken purpose. I cannot question his actions."
Dominik glanced around at his lair of many years. "I cannot abandoned this place, either. It is my home. Whenever I am not exploring the world, I will dwell in this old basement and ponder what the lord of us all has planned for me." He then glanced over at his reflection in the broken mirror and smiled. "I wonder what Antonio will think of me now? Yes... humans in this world work for others to gain money and food." Dominik grinned in his most rat like manner, before heading out of the old basement.
End of Chapter One.
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