A Shattered Destiny

Revelations & Old Friends

"Drakkon is my dad!?" I asked in disbelief. However, things were starting to make a lot more sense now.

He's been terrorizing me all this time...because he knew I was his daughter...

After a few silent moments of processing what they said, I realized something. "Wait a minute...you're the ones who told me to combine all the Zords into the Ultimate Ultra Zord!"

"Yes, and we're also the ones who brought Steel back as a human, and we sent the meteor to Devon."

"If you could do all that, why didn't you help us stop Venjix sooner? Why can't you stop Drakkon yourself?" I asked with a hint of accusation in my voice. They were silent for a moment and seemed to look at each other.

"We chose to become Morphin Masters in order to safeguard the Grid. Unfortunately that comes with the price of becoming part of it, so the most we can do is give guidance, whether that's through a vision or sending other Rangers to help. Also, while we can see multiple Ranger worlds, we're not all knowing. We see events as they unfold. But because of your special connection, we were able to bring you here," they explained. I nodded understandingly.

"If I agree to help, what happens to my friends?" I then asked.

"They will be protected as best as we can. But understand, Drakkon's reach is vast. The sooner we can stop him, the safer your friends will be."

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. The thought of losing my friends and the dream of Drakkon killing Devon was unbearable. "Okay," I said, opening my eyes with renewed determination. "I'll do it. I'll help stop Drakkon."

The helmets seemed to exchange a glance, and then spoke again. "Thank you, Kali. Your courage is commendable. We need to act quickly."

Suddenly, blackness started creeping in around me. "What's happening?" I asked nervously.

"We're sending you to the others," they said, their voices blending into a single, resonant tone. Before I could utter another word, the world around me shifted violently. A swirling vortex of colors enveloped me, and the next thing I knew, I was quite literally plopped down in the middle of a battlefield. Disoriented, I barely had time to get my bearings before chaos erupted around me. Explosions shook the ground, and the air was filled with the sharp sound of blaster fire. My heart pounded as I took in the scene. Suddenly, I caught sight of a figure charging towards me: the Black Mighty Morphin Ranger, but something was off. He was wearing a tactical vest and carrying a gun.

"Woah! Activate wolf power!" I shouted, my voice barely audible over the din of battle. I morphed just as a blaster shot hit me square in the chest, sending me flying. I landed hard on my back but quickly scrambled to my feet, my suit absorbing most of the impact. "Zack? Is that you?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mixture of hope and disbelief as I fought back.

The figure didn't pause. "I am a Mastodon Sentry created to serve Lord Drakkon," he replied mechanically, his voice devoid of the warmth and camaraderie I associated with Zack.

Great, I thought, just what I needed—one of Drakkon's brainwashed foot soldiers.

We clashed fiercely, exchanging blows and energy blasts. In the midst of our struggle, I caught sight of a familiar face. Jason, the original Red Ranger, lay on the ground, demorphed and vulnerable. A Mastodon Sentry loomed over him, ready to deliver a fatal blow. "No!" I screamed, adrenaline surging through my veins. With a powerful kick, I knocked my opponent to the ground and sprinted towards Jason.

Leaping into the air, I aimed a punch at the Sentry's head. My fist connected with a satisfying crunch, and the Sentry crumpled to the ground. I turned to Jason, extending my hand. "Need a hand?" I chuckled, trying to lighten the moment despite the dire circumstances.