Welcome to The Nexus Dive: First Round’s on Zedd
A Power Rangers short story set in a hidden neutral bar where Rangers, villains, and intergalactic misfits unwind between battles, grudges, and very bad decisions. Tucked beneath forgotten ruins and governed by questionable rules, The Nexus Dive is a place where morphers are disabled, tabs go unpaid, and one wrong insult can result in unauthorized flight—strictly for entertainment purposes.
A Neutral Ground Between Battles
Hidden between cosmic coordinates long erased from the Morphin Grid, tucked beneath the ruins of Bandora Palace, lies a place so chaotic, even Alpha-5 wouldn’t dare utter its name over comms.
It’s called The Nexus Dive—a no-rules, no-morpher, neutral ground where Rangers, villains, and intergalactic misfits gather to unwind between battles and bad decisions.
Founded accidentally by Rita Repulsa during a spell mishap involving fermented squid ink and a dimensional map from the Dark Specter’s clearance bin, it’s been the galaxy’s worst-kept secret ever since 1995.
The Rules of the Nexus Dive
The rules?
- Helmets allowed. Morphin Grid access revoked at the door.
- Mind control, curses, and “ancient prophecies” are strictly prohibited.
- Aerial dominance displays will be met with ground-level corrections.
- And absolutely no summoning Megazords unless the bar is on fire. (Again.)
Just Another Night at the Tavern
Tonight, as always, the Dive pulsed with raucous energy.
Cosmic jazz blared from a crooked sound system that insisted on sounding like cheesy Japanese pop no matter who touched it. Goldar strained in an arm-wrestling match with the Red Galaxy Ranger. The Black Space Ranger stood watch on bouncer duty, unimpressed. Nearby, a Putty Patroller was trying to understand the concept of playing darts (again).
At the bar, White Ranger nursed his drink: a fizzing violet brew called Time Force Tonic. Sitting beside him was the unlikeliest of drinking buddies—a half-retired Tenga Warrior, covered in scars and feathers and good stories.
White Ranger gestured lazily toward the scene unfolding before them.
“Five credits says one of yours achieves flight without permission.”
The Tenga followed his finger, then sighed. “The mouthy one?”
“The mouthy one.”
The Tenga clinked his glass in solemn tribute. “Deal.”
Trouble Starts at the Tavern
Across the tavern, Blue Space Ranger leaned awkwardly against a cracked barrel. His helmet was scuffed. His posture loose. His soul? Probably marinated in one drink too many.
From his table nearby, Psycho Blue watched. He’d been babysitting this fool all evening—different helmet, same problems.
A particularly prideful Tenga Warrior puffed up his chest and began circling Blue Space Ranger like a drunk peacock on a mission. He jabbed a wing toward the swaying Ranger and slurred:
“Look at this sad sack,” the Tenga cawed. “Bet he couldn’t lift his own Astro Axe without a tutorial… and a chiropractor.”
Psycho Blue’s mug hit the table with a sharp clunk.
Let it slide. You promised Silver you’d behave. It’s just a drunken feather duster…
He’d almost made it through the evening without punching anyone. Almost. He was short-fused and absolutely done with tonight. Why?
Because his unexpected wingman, Blue Space Ranger, had downed three glasses of Space Port 9 Whiskey and loudly declared earlier that “Tenga feathers are just goth chicken costumes.”
…In front of four Tenga Warriors.
“Deep breath. Count to five. He’s just a squawking featherball. He’s not worth—”
The Tenga poked Blue Space Ranger’s helmet.
Twice.
“Yoohoo! Anyone in there? Or did Zordon replace your brain with mashed potatoes and a sound chip?”
Blue Space Ranger swayed, then toppled backward like a felled tree—helmet clunking against the barrel, limbs sprawled, completely out. The Tenga turned triumphantly toward Psycho Blue.
The feathers flared. The grin widened.
“What’s the matter? You one of those quiet brooding types? Gonna freeze me with your frosty silence, huh?”
When Patience Runs Out
That was it.
…Five. That’s the number of vertebrae I’m aiming for.
Psycho Blue rose. No words. Just purpose.
The room shifted. Bottles clinked nervously. The jukebox (currently stuck on a warped rendition of “Go Go Lounge Rangers”) skipped a beat.
The Tenga, however, remained oblivious—strutting, squawking, and performing what could generously be called a mockery of Ranger martial arts.
“Hyah! Look at me, I’m a Mighty Morphin Chicken! Hoo-ah!”
Psycho Blue approached from behind as the Tenga continued to strut and preen for the room. He tapped the bird lightly on the shoulder.
The Tenga turned, grin wide and triumphant— just in time to discover the concept of consequences.
When Unauthorized Flight Is Achieved
The uppercut met him before the laugh could finish forming.
It rose from his hip like a hyperspace torpedo—clean, practiced, and deeply satisfying.
It caught the Tenga under the beak mid-squawk and launched him skyward like a flap-happy firework. Feathers exploded in every direction as the Tenga spun over the bar, knocked over the jukebox, and cratered into the far wall.
Goldar erupted in laughter, slamming his fist into the wall with joy.
“YES! Bleed the skies, Blue! I haven’t seen a Tenga go down that hard since Zedd taught them how to spell!”
Nearby, Black Space Ranger didn’t flinch. Arms crossed. Standing guard.
“Someone reset the jukebox,” Black Space Ranger added. “The same bird hit it last month.”
And at the bar, the White Ranger whispered, “Well, that escalated lawfully.”
Behind the bar, Red MMPR Ranger leaned over. “Someone get that bird a bandage and a map to humility.”
This Is Where It Stops
On the bar, another Tenga had climbed up, ready to avenge his brother’s bruised beak. Psycho Blue didn’t even blink.
He raised one finger in warning.
“I’d rethink that.”
The Tenga hesitated… His wings folded. The bar creaked as he reconsidered—then he hopped back down.
At the Psycho table:
- Green Psycho raised his dagger. “Feathered fool never stood a chance.”
- Red Psycho muttered, “He aimed too high. Classic mistake.”
- Silver Psycho lifted his mug. “To honor, chaos, and smackdowns.”
The Tenga groaned from the floor, limbs sprawled.
“Okay. No more… gorzonian whiskey… before taunting helmeted thunder gods…”
He reached for his mug.
It was empty.
“Tragic,” he whispered, and passed out again.
Blue Space Ranger groaned from the floor while Red Galaxy Ranger sat him up.
“I might’ve… said something about his claws too. And possibly… their molting schedules.”
Red Galaxy Ranger crouched beside him. “You did. Loudly. With hand gestures.”
From behind them, a broad shadow loomed—another Tenga Warrior, wings open, guarding them both.
He tapped Blue Space Ranger’s helmet lightly with a claw, then glanced at Red Galaxy Ranger.
“Is this one broken, or is that normal?”
Red Galaxy Ranger just sighed.
And under magically soundproofed ceilings, in a place where enemies were drinking partners, feathers flew faster than insults, and Rangers learned the hard way that diplomacy doesn’t come in a Morpher.
By the end of this Power Rangers short story, everyone understood the same truth—the Nexus Dive wasn’t about heroes or villains, just survival with dignity intact.
Settle the Tab, Close the Night
White Ranger toasted his drink to his Tenga drinking pal.
“Next round’s on Zedd… if he ever shows up to pay his tab.”
The Tenga beside him clucked softly. “I believe that settles our wager. You owe me five.”
White Ranger grinned, already fishing out the credits. “He achieved unauthorized flight. Worth it for the entertainment alone.”
Above the bar, a battered neon sign sparked back to life:
THE NEXUS DIVE — COME FOR THE ALE, STAY FOR THE AFTERLIFE.
– Copyright © 2026
About These Toy Figures
This Power Rangers short story scene was photographed indoors using a custom-built tavern diorama and tweaked with Photoshop Elements.
- Psycho Rangers (Green, Red, Blue, and Silver) — Lightning Collection figures by Hasbro, depicting the iconic doppelgängers of the Space Power Rangers.
- Tenga Warriors — Lighting Collection figures by Hasbro, reprising their role from the Power Rangers Series.
- White Ranger, Blue Space Ranger, & Red Galaxy Ranger – Lighting Collection by Hasbro.
- Goldar – From Super 7
- Tavern Table, Chairs, and bar – 3D printed and hand-finished using a combination of airbrushing and traditional hand painting.
- Flooring – Wood patterned shelving tack paper
- Stone wall – blocks cut out from foam and air brushed to give a block stone appearance.
Entertainment & Props
- Tavern table, chairs, and bar — 3D printed and hand-finished using a combination of airbrushing and traditional hand painting.
- Flooring — Wood-patterned shelving tack paper.
- Stone wall — Foam blocks cut, shaped, and airbrushed to create a block-stone appearance.
