"Come on, slice his ass!"

Yuuri looked up from the loft computer to where Matt, Wes and Syon were watching a movie on the big holo-screen Matt had brought down. Granted, the three had earned having a little fun, but the noise was starting to bother her. "Minna, I'm trying to work here!"

"Gomen nasai!" Matt called, then resumed his excited calls at the movie. "Yeah, give him some head surgery!" he exclaimed, then looked at his wrist com as it beeped. "Ah, man," he groaned, tapping the com. "Go ahead."

"Matt, it's Eric. This...Glider of yours is giving me trouble again. Why don't you get your butt down here and give me a hand with this thing?"

The boy sighed and looked back at the movie, then nodded despite Eric not being able to see him. "Alright, I'm on my way, Matt out." He released the com switch and shrugged to Wes and Syon. "Gott'a run, sorry.

"Hurry back!" Wes called while Matt tapped another switch on his wrist com and vanished into teleport. "Gott'a love a good sci-fi! Laser swords, star fighters..."

"Not that far off from the actual future," Syon added. "Remind me again though, what this 'Force' in the movie is, I'm not quite understanding."

"It's an energy field created by all living things," Wes explained. "Think something like telepathy and telekinisis. Go for the throat!"

With a sigh, Yuuri walked over, shut off the movie, and glared at the two. "Okay, it's getting more than annoying now! I'm trying to work!"

"Guys!" came Domon's voice as he and Lucas ran up the stairs into the loft. "There's a movie being filmed right down the street, come on!"

"Alright!"

"Iiya!" Yuuri spat. "I've had enough movie madness for one day, what with these two joining Matt on a sci-fi flick marathon! I don't need anymore of that."

A round of groans went around as the four men shuffled back away from the stairs. "I though you said she'd want to see Jackie Chan," Lucas remarked Domon.

"Jackie Chan?" In an instant, Yuuri was gone down the stairs, Wes and the others blinking in surprise as how fast the woman had shot off.

"Uh, someone tell me was just happened?"

"Jackie Chan's one of her ancestors," Domon explained with a smile as he headed back down the stairs. "Come on, hurry up!

In the Spotlight
Part 1

Surrounded by thugs, an asian man turned to the woman next to him. "Get going," he stated, the woman nodding and running for safety while he took a stance and defensive posture. In an instant, the thugs attacked, the man blocking and fighting back while the six thugs tried to take him down.

All it took was a glance around to see that everything was in fact the location of filming for a movie, camera crew and directing personal all around, not to mention several people watching from behind guard lines. Despite the battle scene going on, it was indeed a controlled area.

Yuuri and the others ran over just in time to see Jackie Chan neatly dodge a pool cue that was swung at him, grab the stick, then use it against the thug who had previously held it. Within minutes, the scene was over as the director gave the call of "Cut!"

"He's incredible!" Syon exclaimed. "I can't believe that you're related to him, Yuuri!"

"Long way back, but yeah," Yuuri replied. "Try not to say it out loud though."

"Hong Kong action is okay," Lucas remarked with a grin. "I like the old samurai 2-Ds though. Swords and era, the whole thing."

"Amen to that," Domon added as he slapped Lucas five. "Badass samurais saving the beautiful damsel in distress, gott'a love it."

"Give me a Clint Eastwood western," Wes replied. "That guy knows how to do the old west, guns a' blazing and everything."

"I'm gonn'a get Jackie's autograph!" Syon remarked, then found he had nothing to do so with. "Uh...be right back!" He wandered off trying to find paper and a pen.

"Sir!" one of the crew called as he ran over to the director. "Johnny hurt his arm bad, there's no way he can keep up."

"We shoot without him then!"

"No can do, he's supposed to be in the big fight with Jackie."

Swearing softly, the director looked around. "That's right, we already did part of filming for that earlier..."

"I can do it!" Wes called as he walked over. "I've done some of this stuff back in school, it's not that hard. Just pull the punchs and take the falls."

Looking Wes over, the director smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "I dunno'...you seem like a solid kid. Why not, isn't too dangerous. Someone get this guy into makeup!"

Wes smiled as the assistant director led him off, winking to his friends while they could only gape in surprise. "The big time!"

Meanwhile, Syon had finally found some paper and was getting it sighed by Jackie. "Thanks a lot!"

"No problem," Jackie replied with a smile, then fingered a lock of Syon's blue-ish green hair. "Nice hair."

With a sheepish grin, Syon nodded, then ran over to rejoin the others near a make-up trailer. It wasn't much more than a few minutes before Wes came out, dressed the same as the injured stuntman. "Hey, what's going on?"

"I get to have the big fight with Jackie!" Wes exclaimed as he was helped into a black leather jacket. "This is awesome!"

"Wes!" the assistant director called. "We're ready for you!"

With a grin, Wes followed off toward the set. "Gott'a run!" he called to his friends. "My fans await!"

"Quiet on the set, lighting ready, roll camera..."

Wes nodded to Jackie as they both took position. Wes was quite a bit excited at this, but tried to keep his face under control so not to show it on camera.

"Action!"

In an instant, both Wes and Jackie turned into lightning fast blurs, the Ranger of the two doing his best not to let his enhanced body ability hurt Jackie. His friends still had a hard time trying to keep up with the mock battle, and even without it being choreographed, Yuuri was quite impressed.

Jackie back flipped away from one of Wes' kicks and grabbed a knife from the ground. Wes took it for a prop and thought little of the melee weapon other than dodging it. The illusion was shattered as Jackie hit him across the side with the blade and set Wes to the ground, grabbing his side and pulling away to find not only a rip in the shirt, but blood on his hand as well!

"What the hell?!" Wes exclaimed in shock. "Hey, that thing's real!"

"Wes-kun?" Yuuri whispered, knowing instantly that something was wrong. "Wes!" She ran over to the director and grabbed the man's arm. "What the hell is going on?!"

"Get out of here!"

"Yuuri, he's in trouble!" Lucas called, Yuuri turning to see Jackie chase Wes up a ladder to the roof of a nearby building. "What the hell is your granddaddy doing?!"

Wes scrambled to get away from the seemingly crazed Jackie Chan, then fell off the side of the building, horrified as there was no mat to catch him! "Shit! Chrono Morph!" he yelled, tapping his Changer and transforming briefly to survive the fall. "Ow!"

"Cue explosion!"

"Cue what?!" he gasped, turning to see a bundle of explosives just before they went off and sent him flying into demorph when he hit the ground again. "Ah, damnit!"

"Wes! You alright?!"

Nodding as Domon helped him up, Wes glared at the director while the man walked over and gave the order to stop filming. "Hey! What the hell was that?! You said nothing about explosions, you're damn lucky I'm still in one piece, much less alive!"

"Not for long, boy!" the director snapped harshly. "Didn't you bother to learn the name of this film?!" He held up the script, finally revealing to the group the title on its cover. "'Death of the Time Rangers!' You're not suppose to live through this picture!" With a laugh, the director was morphed into an alien, his crew transforming into Reavers just as suddenly, which included 'Jackie' as well. "Surprised?! I know I would be! Cue the Samurai movie!"

In a flash, Lucas and Domon found themselves dressed in old feudal era Japanese garb, both with katanas hooked to their belts. "What the..."

"Remind me," Domon muttered as he looked at his weapon. "When did we get to Holoworld for a shogunate age re-enactment? Not that I'm complaining, but really."

"Very funny," Lucas snapped. "You know very well Holoworld won't be around for another five hundred years. That alien must have extra dimensional access, we're in some kind of umbra." Examining his attire, Lucas cracked a smile. "I have to agree though, not bad on the wardrobe. Is this an authentic Edo katana?"

"Tasukete!"

Lucas and Domon turned around to see several ninja clad men assaulting a young woman in era style dress. Domon growled and flashed out his katana and raced toward the scene with Lucas close behind, the latter drawing his weapon as well when the ninjas noticed them. "Great, just what we needed! I say we morph now!"

"But then where's the fun?!" Domon replied, his katana smashing one of the Ninjas' staff in half. "Not to mention a real challenge. Get in the mood, Lucas, we got a movie to play out!"

"Cut to the Action flick!"

In a flash, Yuuri stood in the middle of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. "Nani? Izuko ore?" she whispered, looking at herself. Suddenly having become dressed in tight black pants, high cropped tight white shirt and a jacket, Yuuri was lost as to what was going on.

"Excellent, my star is in place!"

She spun around to see the alien standing behind her with a camera crew of Reavers. "Just who are you?!"

"I should have introduced myself before. Humans called me Cinix, once known as a famous director, until a little accident with my pocket universe access. I swear, lose a dozen crew people, Earth goes nuts and cryos you for two centuries. It's getting pathetic these days."

"What's with this?" Yuuri continued. "It looks like you dropped me in the middle of a Hong Kong action movie."

"You said you're descended from Jackie Chan, so I though it fitting for you to replace him in one of his movies." Cinix grinned widely as he nodded to a Reaver. "Welcome to Rumble in the Bronx redux! Action!"

Yuuri's eyes snapped to the side just before she dropped and caught the club holding hand of an asian skinned man. Just from feeling his arm, she knew it was really a Reaver, the metal texture was a dead give away. No problem ripping his head off then, she thought to herself with a grin. "You want me to be like my ancestor," she quipped, then twisted the man's arm and tore it right out of the joint to expose wires. "Omae o Kieuseru!"

Matt smiled as he and Eric walked out of a hardware store, having picked up some new parts for repairing his Galaxy Glider. "I swear, there's times when Yuuri can be a bit too pushy."

"That's an Asami for you," Eric cracked. He packed away the bags in his arms and shut the trunk of his car. "Well, let's head back, we need to get that flying surfboard of yours finished."

"Matt, Eric!" came the voice of Circuit as the robot eagle flew over. "The others are in major trouble, my scanners can't find them anywhere!"

"What?" Matt narrowed his eyes as he could sense there was trouble. "Unless they took a trip to Canada in less than a few minutes, you should be able to pick them up."

"It's like they vanished completely from our dimension!"

Eric frowned as he tapped the V-Fire's com switch. "Wes, come in. Wes, do you read me? Damnit, the bird's right, I can't raise them."

"Ah, a pair of stars to be!"

Matt and Eric turned sharply to see Cinix behind them, Reaver camera crew with him. "What the hell? Who the hell is that guy?!"

"They call me Cinix," the alien replied. "Best kind of director you can get! Now, I know you two wann'a be in the movies, but like everyone else, you gott'a try out for the part! Reavers, screen test!"

At that command, a dozen Reavers telewarped around the two Rangers, Matt and Eric getting stance, then proceeding to near literally wipe the floors with the machines, sending the robots flying about. "Some crack head test!" Matt remarked as they finished off the Reavers. "What's next?"

"Ah, the tough guy," Cinix spat with a grin. "Good news, kiddies, you just got the part! Cue the Sci-Fi!"

In an instant, Matt and Eric found themselves in what looked like a starship corridor. The younger of the two looked at himself, noticing that he was now clad in a black tunic and pants, then pulled what looked like a handle off his belt. "What the hell? He dumped us in the middle of Star Wars?!"

"I think right now we need to figure out how to get out of this insane world," Eric replied, pulling a blast rifle from his back. He was clad in black pants, a slightly roughed gray shirt, and a black vest. Quickly snapping his arm back and pulling the trigger, Eric managed to blast a hole in an armored trooper behind him. "But who says we can't have some fun doing it?"

With a grin, Matt twirled the handle and pressed a button on its side to ignite a golden energy blade out of one end. "Just call me Darth Bong!"

"You been diggin' through Wes' Kevin Smith collection, haven't you?" Eric remarked. "I swear, nothing is sacred anymore."

Matt quickly spun around before giving his reply, his saber flashing around and deflecting a shot from a trooper while Eric returned fire with his rifle. "Hey, I'm already enough of a Jedi as it is, might as well have made me Luke Skywalker. Let's slice their asses and find the way out of here!"

Meanwhile, Ransik was taking his weekly injection when Nadira came into the office, acting strangely unlike herself. "How come I don't get to have a part in this movie?"

What the hell? the man thought in confusion. Nadira had never been like this, even during her immaturish moments. "Uh, what exactly is there for you to want to do? Cinix had things handled, so there's no need for-"

"I know, but I wann'a be a star!" Nadira replied. "Please, put me in Cinix's movie, please!"

"Nadira, are you feeling alright?" Ransik asked, very concerned for the woman. "You're most certainly not acting like yourself."

"Please, Ransik, get me into the movie!"

Something told Ransik that this wasn't gonn'a end unless he gave in. "Alright, I'll see what I can do." He got up and tapped the teleporter on his belt to transport to the set where Cinix was getting some food. "Cinix, can I ask a favor of you?"

"Of course! Let me guess, big brother's little angel sister wants a part in the movie, right?"

That got Ransik's attention real fast. He hadn't told Cinix that Nadira looked to him as her brother. She hadn't even been around when Cinix had been unfrozen. For that matter, how did Cinix know that Nadira wanted to be in the film? "How did you-"

"It's no problem at all, I've got the perfect part for her!" Cinix replied. "Just send her over and we'll get her ready for the scene! Best hurry though, we may lose our light!"

Ransik walked away with a bewildered look on his face. Something was seriously wrong here. First Nadira was acting most unlike herself, now Cinix knew exactly what he as going to say, before he said it. "I need to have a word with Frax about exactly what the hell inspired him to release that alien."

"Cut to the Western!"

Wes and Syon looked about as they walked into an old west town, both dressed like they just walked off an old Clint Eastwood movie. "I don't believe it," Wes muttered, fingering the poncho he was wearing. "Syon, we're in the old west!"

"Couldn't we have gotten the Sci-Fi?" the Xybrian remarked. "I don't know all that much about Terra's nineteenth century, and I haven't seen many western movies since we got to your time."

"Just follow my lead," Wes replied, smiling as he lead Syon toward a building. "If there's one rule of any western, there's always a saloon. At the least, we can gets some drinks and figure out what to do."

Walking into the building, Wes and Syon looked around and heard the music that had been playing stop while everyone in the saloon turned to look at them. "Oh boy..."

"Wes, correct me if I'm wrong," Syon quietly muttered. "But isn't the bad guy in a western usually the one wearing the black hat?"

"And everyone with a hat is wearing a black one," Wes finished. "Shit. Alright, just stay calm and act natural." He gulped and continued on toward the bar, nodding to people before he and Syon took a pair of stools at the main bar. "Howdy. We'll have two sarsaparillas."

Everyone seemed to go back to their business, satisfied that these two weren't going to be trouble. Syon still couldn't help looking about at the surroundings, sure there was something wrong. "Wes, I can't sense any minds here."

"It's an illusion world," Wes whispered in answer. "I don't think even Matt would pick up anything if he were here."

"I'm looking for two men!"

The two glanced back and saw Nadira in the doorway, dressed in what looked like some kind of orange jumpsuit with old Roy Rogers style frills. "Don't say a word," Wes growl low. "Just ignore her, maybe she won't see us." He quietly took a sip of his drink in attempt to take his own advice.

Nadira. however, saw right through the attempt. "You!" she stated, walking over to the bar and glaring at the two Rangers. "I should have known you'd hide here!"

"You know these two?" the bartender asked.

"Know them?! They burnt down our house!"

At that, Wes spit out his sarsaparilla in shock, Syon blinking in his own surprise. "You okay?"

"Yeah."

Nadira merely smiled as she continued. "Robbed my brother, even stole all our horses!"

"This is not good," Wes grumbled. "Syon, get ready to run."

"Five hundred cre-" Nadira mentally hit herself in self-correction. "Dollars to the person who brings them to justice!"

"Now, Wes?"

With a nod just as all the men in black hats got up, Wes kicked away his stool. "Now, we run!"

Saber flashing, Matt continued to deflect shots while Eric fired away with his rifle. "So, if I'm Luke and you're Han Solo, would that make Lucas 3-PO, Syon R2, and Domon Chewie?!"

"That still leaves out Wes," Eric replied. "But I got no doubt Yuuri would be a kung-fu Leia!"

"Bet Zordon's Yoda then! Wonder who's Darth Vader!" Matt smirked as he took a flying leap over a storm trooper and spun around with a hard slash, cutting the holo-disguised Reaver in half. With a twirl, he reflected a shot off his saber blade with aim that sent it right back into the trooper that had fired it. "Damn, I'm on fire tonight!"

Eric didn't even resist the laugh, then went silent as he saw a cloaked form appear in the doorway. "Uh, Matt...I think we just found Vader."

Matt turned around and brought his saber up in aim toward the cloaked form, eyes narrowed. "I'd say more of a Darth Maul," he muttered, noticing the extra long handle the figure produce from his cloak. "Where's my damn Qui-Gon Jin to take the blow when I need him?"

"Humor will not save you," the cloaked form stated, igniting his weapon into a double ended saber staff and shedding his cloak to reveal a black and blue tattooed face. "Only death will serve as your escape from here."

Matt's expression went from having fun to coldly serious as he took stance, holding his lightsaber as if it were the Saber of Light. "Eric," he said with a cold voice. "Try and get a hold of Circuit. Darth Dipshit here is mine."

"No arguments from me."

Back in the samurai movie umbra, Lucas and Domon continued to fight off the ninjas after having rescued the girl from them and now on the run. "This is better than the old days in grappling!" Domon remarked, slashing away a ninja to reveal its robotic innards. "They'd never let you use a sword!"

"There's a damn good reason!" Lucas replied, blocking a strike from one of the ninja and kicking him away hard. He looked back before taking a flying leap and landing to stand guard over the girl. With a slash, he cut down a Reaver Ninja, taking its head off to reveal the wires and circuitry. "Any idea how we get out of this?!"

"None what so ever!" Domon replied. "And to be honest, with how much ass we're kicking, who wants to leave?!"

Yuuri gave a quick smile as she jumped up and over the head of a thug. Landing, she kicked low and knocked the man off his feet, then pushed off and flipped to slam her foot down hard on his chest. "Stay down!" she ordered, getting back up and doing a butterfly kick to send two more thugs flying back. Truth be told, she was quite enjoying this movie world.

"Wonderful!" Cinix remarked from his view point high above the action. "Very action packed, this'll be a hit!" He laughed, then had to duck when the head of a Reaver thug went flying at him. "Hey! That's not in the script!"

"Deal with some improv!" Yuuri snapped just before she grabbed a thrust out arm and twisted hard to snap it away from the owner's shoulder. She quickly swung the arm and smacked away the former owner, then tossed away the limb and went down into splits to dodge a kick. "This is way too much fun!"

Syon went crashing out of the saloon through a window and landing outside, wincing from the pain, then ducking behind cover and tapping the com on his Changer. "Circuit, come in, do you read me?"

"Syon, what's going on, I can't find you guys anywhere?!"

"This alien has us trapped in some kind of umbra, Wes and I are in a old western world. How do we get out?"

"Data suggests that it's Cinix," the eagle replied over the speaker. "He used to be a famous director until people started vanishing in the pocket dimensions he would use for making his movies. He always used this old-fashioned clap-board to control his umbras. If you can destroy it, you can break the umbra and get back to our world!"

Syon frowned as he looked around, then got an idea. "Are Matt and Eric in the Umbra?"

"Yes, they were the last ones Cinix got."

"Open your coms to the V-Fire frequency, they're probably trying to get a hold of you. Those two are probably our best bet to get us out."

"Will do!"

As Matt clashed his saber with that of the dark 'Sith', Eric kept watch for enemy re-enforcements when the V-Fire's coms went off. He tapped the switch and found a safe spot, still keeping an eye out. "Eric here."

"Eric! Finally! You and Matt are our best chance, you gott'a find and destroy Cinix's film slate, it's an old fashioned twentieth century clap-board!"

Eric looked as the battle between Matt and "Darth Dipshit", as the boy has so graciously nicknamed the villain, continued to rage, sabers cutting through walls and several consoles. "You know, considering how into this sci-fi world Matt is, I don't think cutting a clap board in half is gonn'a be a big problem."

"Eric, a little help here!"

The man groaned as he readied his rifle and swung out from his cover to see a swarm of troopers. Taking aim, he fired and brought the group down, continuing to hold off the grunts while Matt fought with the head villain. "Matt! Circuit called, said we gott'a search and destroy a clap-board!"

"Right now, easier said than done!" Matt replied, twisting his body and pushing into the air to spin jump and land back to back with Eric. "Remember in Episode 1 when it was two Jedi to one Sith?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"It's two Sith to one Jedi here."

"What?!" Eric exclaimed as he turned to see a second evil saber wielder standing behind the first one he and Matt had met. "Oh shit. Matt, even Kung Fu Muppet of Doom Yoda wouldn't have a chance against these two."

"That's why I'm worried as hell."

To Be Continued...