A Shattered Destiny

Grid Ghosts

Robo-Blaze stepped forward, his eyes glowing with a malevolent light. "Lord Drakkon found our data and built us new, stronger robot bodies," he said with an evil smirk, his voice cold and devoid of the person he once was. The casual way he mentioned it made my blood boil—like it was just another day in their twisted world.

"Stronger than Venjix and Scrozzle could ever build," Robo-Roxy added, mirroring Blaze's expression. Her eyes bore into mine, a twisted pleasure gleaming in them. It was as if she relished in the chaos they were about to unleash. I clenched my fists, trying to steady my breathing. This was bad. Drakkon was already a formidable foe, but with these two at his side, the odds were stacking up against us. Still, I couldn't let fear paralyze me.

"You're still just puppets," I spat, glaring at the three of them. "No matter how powerful you think you've become, we'll find a way to stop you."

Drakkon laughed, the sound grating on my nerves. "Such bravado, Kali. But you're deluding yourself if you think you can stand against us. This isn't a game—this is the end."

Robo-Blaze and Robo-Roxy moved with lightning speed, launching themselves at us with ruthless precision. I barely had time to react, blocking a strike from Robo-Roxy with my weapon. The force of the blow sent me skidding back, my arms trembling from the impact. She was stronger than I remembered—much stronger. "Not bad," Robo-Roxy taunted, her smile widening. "But not good enough."

Jason leaped to my side, deflecting a strike from Robo-Blaze. "You've been beaten before, and we'll do it again," he growled, his eyes burning with determination.

"You're welcome to try," Robo-Blaze sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. He lunged at Jason, their weapons clashing with a shower of sparks. Billy was fending off Drakkon, his movements precise and calculated. But Drakkon was relentless, pressing the attack with a cruel smile.

"You Rangers are always so predictable," he mocked, effortlessly blocking Billy's strikes. "Always fighting for your hopeless cause."

"It's not hopeless," he retorted, striking back with renewed vigor. "As long as we stand together, there's always hope."

I parried another attack from Robo-Roxy, the force of it jarring my bones. My mind raced, trying to find a way to turn the tide. Drakkon was right—this wasn't a game. But we couldn't afford to lose. Not now, not ever. "Give it up, Kali," Drakkon called out, his voice cutting through the din of battle. "You're outmatched and outnumbered. Surrender, and I might spare your lives."

I felt a surge of defiance, the nightmare's lingering fear replaced by a fierce resolve. "You talk too much," I shot back, dodging a strike from Robo-Blaze and countering with a swift kick. "We're not done yet."

Robo-Roxy snarled, her eyes narrowing. "You will be soon enough," she hissed, her movements becoming more aggressive. It was clear they weren't holding back—neither could we. The battlefield was a blur of motion and sound, each of us locked in our own desperate struggle. But through the chaos, one thing was clear: we couldn't win this fight alone. We needed a plan, and fast. Drakkon's laughter echoed around us, a chilling reminder of the stakes.

"This is your last chance, Rangers," he taunted, his voice dripping with malevolence. "Submit, or be killed."

I tightened my grip on my weapon, feeling the weight of my responsibility. We couldn't let him win. Not now, not ever. "We'll never give up," I declared, my voice steady and unwavering. "Not as long as there's a single breath left in us."

Robo-Roxy held me firmly, her grip like a vice around my arms. Drakkon's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Then let's see how long you can last," he sneered, raising his twisted version of Saba, its blade gleaming with malevolent energy. Panic surged through me, and I struggled desperately to break free, my eyes darting around the battlefield for any chance of escape. My heart pounded in my chest as I saw Jason locked in a fierce battle with Robo-Blaze, while Billy and the rest of the team were preoccupied with Drakkon's relentless foot soldiers.