Disclaimer: While I don't own the overall concept of Power Rangers, Zords, and all else that goes with it, I, along with the friends that are involved with the story, do own Power Rangers Literati itself and its components.
Power Rangers Literati
'A is for Air'
By J.T. Magnus, "Turbo"
With the Spiritzord locked into the launch cradle, the Ranger within is able to feel it as the magnetic forces build up to accelerate them into the air. Far above, twenty feet of ground and growth lift into the air on a hydrolic platform as a metal ramp extends up out of the hole beneath it.
"Launch systems check, cradle loaded, magnetic accelerators charging... Spiritzord is... GO!"
Lights are passed at magnificent speed as science exerts its force upon the world, the launch cradle that the Spiritzord sits in flying down the tunnel towards the exit, gathering speed as postive and negative charges force it to travel faster and faster until it reaches the end of the launch ramp and slams to a halt, flinging its cargo through the forest canopy and into the night sky above. As the ground falls away and the Spiritzord spreads its wings, the pilot couldn't see but knew that behind them the launch cradle was returning to its starting position, the ramp retracting and platform lowering back down to hide one of the greatest secrets in existance.
Here, they were seperate from the world below, the trials and tribulations of life outside the uniform - a blessing when life started to feel a curse, a needed escape.
Sometimes, the pilot thinks of it as all that keeps them on the side of 'good'.
Sometimes, it even works.
With a sigh from the pilot, the Spiritzord is over the water of the Orenda River and banks toward the city under their protection. Despite the combination of advanced technology and arcane magic used in the creation of the Literati Powers and the Spiritzords, some natural laws can't be negated completely, held aloft by spells of flight and VTOL thrusters working in unison the Spiritzord is still subject to the gravity of the planet. It is a feeling that the pilot is all-too familiar with - seperate from the city, from humanity, but tied to it by origin and duty.
Alone, the pilot mused, they weren't sure they would be able to handle it, but there really was strength in numbers - together, they were more than human, even more than simply the latest to bear the name of Power Rangers...
They were a family, and the universe have mercy on anyone who would stand against them - in morph or out of it - because they would have none. They would fight their enemies one-on-one or one-on-one hundred and they would win if only because their family was counting on them.
'To hell with the rest of the world,' the pilot thought, pulling their Spiritzord into a climb, 'That's the important thing.'