A/N: I must confess. I'm getting really psyched about this idea. Thanks to katamariape for requesting this! I have a feeling I'm gonna have a lot of fun with it.

katamariape wanted to see a story that took place in an alternate timeline, where Chiro is not an orphan, but has a family, a house, and a relatively normal life. The catch? He still meets up with the Hyperforce and they threaten everything he's ever known.

For the record, Chiro's family are all original characters. I don't really like original characters in fanfiction, but it seems I'll have to get over it.

By the way, as this is the prologue, it's very wordy. Just a warning.

I don't own "Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go!" BIG SURPRISE. A teenager owning a television show?! I don't think so!

Power Is Low

According to Kyou and Ren Nieli, they'd met at the boarding school the both attended. Or, if you're picky, the boarding school known as the "Facility," a depressing topic nobody in Shuggazoom really talks about. But anyways, it never really mattered. And Chiro had to extend some thanks towards the school for getting his parents to meet. Because what truly matter was that when they were both nineteen years old, they got engaged, Kyou got a low-income job, and were married on a crisp autumn evening. There was only one picture of this occasion, currently hanging on the mantle. Kyou is smiling, wearing a decent suit. Crooked tie. Ren was wearing a tattered and stained dress. All in all, they looked sad, but satisfactory.

They bought a house on the seashore, boarded by enormous white rocks and a busy highway not a stone's throw away from their front porch. Kyou's truck with black chipped paint was parked on the west side of the house. You could see it from the kitchen window. Chiro saw it every time he had to do the dishes. Usually Kyou was out there. Or Kyou and his brother. Or Kyou and his brother and Grandpapa. But the people and the truck were variables, because he could always see the ocean. It never changed, sparkling green or deep complimentary blue depending on the whether. You could see the Savage Lands across the water on clear days, like some sort of promised land that the slaves of the city would never reach. It intrigued and scared him that such a place, forbidden to the Shuggazoom civilians, existed. In the early morning, when the sun was just beginning to rise, the whole world was reflected in a perfect clone of itself. Chiro used to pretend that the reflection was a world and the boy whose face he saw whenever he looked into the water was his evil twin. He spent a good portion of his childhood trying to thwart his evil plans to take over Shuggazoom. Though later, it came to the point when his twin wanted to switch places with him, to take him away from his family.

The story of how they came to live at the house often changed, as though his parents were trying to come up with a cover story and never agreed on the facts. At one time, Ren had said that the house had been abandoned. At another, she said they'd bought if off a clown, which explained the robin's egg blue paint. Other times it was built from scratch or was an inheritance from Kyou's side of the family. But however they got the house, Chiro spent his years as a toddler trampling through it like a bloody elephant. Ren often yelled at him to stop causing an earthquake. Kyou joined in just to get on his wife's nerves.

Chiro was always alone. He didn't have many friends. None that anybody else could see.

Then a day came when Chiro was three that Ren took him aside and explained that he was going to be a big brother. He wasn't too sure that what that meant. Perhaps he was too young to understand or perhaps he just didn't care. But nine months later, Ren – who'd gotten a lot rounder lately – went away and Chiro spent two days under the watchful eye of Grandpapa. He kept asking where Mam had gone, with the only response being that she'd gone to bring his new siblings into the world. That was when Chiro remembered Ren telling him that he was going to be a big brother. That was when the news hit him.

Kyou took him to the hospital to see Ren on the third day. Chiro embraced Ren, who looked tired, but pleased. Two babies were in little beds on carts, like they'd bought them from the store. Chiro knew some of his neighbours his age had baby siblings. But he was pretty sure none of them had two. They were twins. He had twin siblings. They brought them home on the 21st of that month, when it was raining and yet Chiro's excited face lit up the room.

It wasn't long before Chiro – a toddler – no longer trampled alone. Two babies crawled after him. And when they were older, they, too, trampled. And then walked. And then ran. But one thing never changed about them. Though they grew taller and managed to pick up some intelligible speech, they remained the same gullible, gregarious little siblings Chiro grew to love. He was proud to call them his brother and sister.

Of course, not all of it was happy. One of Chiro's saddest memories was when Grandpapa died. He was twelve. Grandpapa had been the only grandparent he'd ever gotten the chance to meet. He told him a lot of stories about when he was an adventurer. Then he went to the times before Grandpapa's father was even born. In those days, the Shuggazoom wasteland was an abundant civilization with super advanced technology that took them to other galaxies. But something happened – a war, perhaps, or some other apocalyptic event – that destroyed their way of life. Almost everyone died, except for a select million that lived in the northern provinces. The tribes became connected and Shuggazoom City was built some 2000 years ago. Nobody knows the exact date. On that day, Shuggazoom sacrificed technology for unity. That is what made it worth it.

Then Grandpapa would go on to tell stories of when he was a little boy. When hewas a little boy – some sixty years ago – a group of heroes called "the Hyperforce" had been charged with protecting the city. They weren't human, however. They were cybernetic monkeys, and most mysterious. Supposedly they'd fallen out of favour with humanity somehow (Grandpapa couldn't remember) and disappeared into the Savage Lands. But Grandpapa had never given up on them. He and a few of his friends had vowed to one day seek them out, wherever they were. To help them.

Chiro didn't like that story that much because it ended sadly. Everyone knew (or rather, thought) that the Hyperforce were dead and gone. They only existed now in stories. Chiro remembered once approaching his parents and asking them about the Hyperforce; if they'd ever heard stories about them. Kyou had, Ren hadn't. It just came to show how Shuggazoom civilians had gotten into the habit of forgetting the past and not learning from their mistakes.

This was another reason why the forbidden land across the sea intrigued him. He imagined them to be full of pirates and monsters seeking the lost treasure of his ancestors.

But as Chiro grew older, these stories were put behind him. He forget them. By the time he was twelve and Grandpapa was dead, he hadn't been told those stories for over three years. The only time he recalled them was when he was standing at his grandfather's headstone, saddened, but strong.

Life went on. School went on.

School was another story. Chiro spent most of his time alone, modeling himself as some sort of genius. By all means, his grades were a little below average, nonetheless manageable. His school had a low budget and lacked resources. There were a few good teachers in the mix. Chiro had his favourite classes and his least favourite classes. He didn't have many friends, yet he was perfectly content with his life. Because at home awaited a wonderful beach, a brother to beat up, a sister to protect, and two parents to care for them all.

Yes, his life was perfectly wonderful and normal.

That's the first thing Chiro thought on a humid August morning, his open window letting in a cool ocean breeze. He breathed in the scent of salt. He heard the waves crashing against the rocks just outside. He heard the sound of his siblings viciously competing in the living room. He heard everything he wanted and needed to hear.

But threw the window, across the ocean, deep in the Zone of Wasted Years, the jungle hid something that would shatter his dull, but modest existence. Vines and wildlife nearly hid the rusted humanoid figure, draped over the landscape as though it was lounging in a chair. A black scar betrayed where it'd been hit, directly where the heart would be. And deep inside, a room contained the only light that gave promise. Six tubes, filled with multicoloured liquid, were covered in dust. Five animals – their silhouettes the only aspects of them visible, and even then vague.

One of the cracked monitored flashed red words, a faint beeping noise accompanied it.