And here we are! The new version of my Hexagon story for the Power Rangers!

In case you don't know what this story is, it's basically a major crossover story that shall pit entire teams of Rangers together with the united goal of beating an ultimate enemy. I originally wrote this story, making it my prime fanfiction one to share to everyone. It was supposed to have been fully planned for at least a hundred chapters, with newer chapters still under development. However, as my skills improve, I believe that the story I wrote before may need some upgrades, so I thought I breathed new life into it, making newer stories and hopefully, smoother flow of story. And with new Power Rangers story content being released, I wanted to at least try and merge them into the story too, bringing in potential for more story-telling.

Just a note to make is that I'll be continuing to use monsters and aliens from unused Sentai, except Go-Busters, since it has been confirmed to be the next Power Rangers season for 2019, I'll be staying away from using villains from that season.

Many of the monsters used in the old version will be the same, but I'll be adapting newer ones from the more recent seasons (assuming that Hasbro won't use those seasons for their next seasons any time soon.)

Before we kick off, I just wanna say thanks to all who have stuck around for the original version of Hexagon. I'm sorry about the lack of progress, because I have been stuck with writer's block since the last update, so I needed to change the way I tell the story. If you're still here, then I hope you enjoy this version even better

Okay, without further ado, let's begin! May the Power protect you all!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Power Rangers. That distinction goes to Hasbro.

Prologue: Gathering Storm

Death.

Destruction.

Apocalypse.

That was all that he saw around him. The world was already blanketed by smoke, fire and destruction. All he saw was red, as if the world was already dying at the seams. The once beautiful skies of blue and white clouds were now polluted with clouds of black and a screen of orange behind them. The roads around him, cracked and obliterated, buildings crippled and ruptured. The whole city of Harwood was in ruins, decimated by a catalytic event that he couldn't stop.

Bodies littered the streets, lying everywhere, with the stench of death he had smelt. Yet, not even a single fly came to swarm over the dead, presumably vanquishing within the blast as well. The blood-stained streets and the body-littered roads filled the city with a horrid, chilling scene of apocalyptic end. Nothing could have stopped the destruction of the city and the deaths of millions in the city. Everything was hopeless, and any fight against the incoming doom was all thwarted by that very evil.

The pain in his body was absolute, surging all over his body as if an entire building had slammed onto him. He was forced to crawl down on the ground, writhing in pain from the disaster that struck the Earth. Blood was already drenched on his clothes, flowing down his skin with agonizing wounds all around. His entire body was numb, though still feeling the massive stings and burns he had sustained from the battle.

Behind the boy was all that was left to defend the world from the forces of evil. The mightiest machine to have ever walked and flown across the cosmos, the last line of defence against the giants of terror. The titan that could have saved the city and the world, now nothing more than a burning, destroyed wreck, blasted beyond repair. The gargantuan robot laid on the ground, deactivated and devastated throughout. Holes have been punched into its metallic structure and its limbs were torn out. What would have been detachable parts were completely torn out of their sockets that were still connected to the Megazord, becoming inoperable and useless.

And the worst casualty of them all, the boy looked all over him, unable to move anymore. There, by his sides, the bodies of his greatest allies. They were all still in their suits, their helmets still donned onto their heads, with cracked visors that revealed their dead faces. The pain that the boy sustained was nothing compared than what he felt when he saw his teammates killed with such gruesome fashion. The friends he had grown to love and treasure throughout his time as a Power Ranger, their leader, were now dead, leaving no one else to fight with. He could feel his heart squeeze with pain upon seeing their bodies, crushed or bashed on by whatever they were fighting against.

Just then, the boy crawled towards an elevated piece of the ground, uprooted by the destructive power of his enemy. Above that ledge of devastated ground, he bared witness to the very source of all of this pain and desolation. A figure he had never thought would ever exist. A being he would have never guessed was the epitome of ultimate evil until it was too late.

The destroyer himself stood above the defeated Ranger, feeling unhinged and yet so proud. Victorious over his win over the defenders of the Earth, he watched on as his towering dinosaur-like robots and battalions of Ranger-like soldiers marched on, taking over everything, destroying anything in sight. The power to destroy an entire city with the strike of his fist, the dark will of his followers and the terror of his mighty machines and soldiers. He had made this planet his dominion.

The war was lost for the Power Rangers; victory was his…

The mysterious yet evil warrior jumped down, the boy being able to feel the rumbling underneath his fallen body. The dark figure walked towards him, scraping the tip of his curved sword down on the road. With the flick of the blade, it kicked up tiny pebbles of asphalt that were flung towards the boy's face.

The fallen Red Ranger couldn't even raise his head up to face his would-be murderer. There was no fight left. His body was put out of order and his hope had faded. There was nothing and no one left to save. There was only death…

The enemy pointed his blade at the boy, who could only see the tip of the blade right in front of his eyes. His hearing began to wear out, only being able to hear the words from the enemy, finally declaring the outcome of this hopeless fight. The final words echoed into his ears, finishing the tale to a dying Ranger; the last of his kind…

"You could have been gods…"

Troy shot back up from his bed in a shock. The moment he woke from his sleep, he felt the anxiety already flourished from the nightmare he had. The apocalyptic scene of devastation was no more; the orange deathly atmosphere replaced by the calm, blue darkness of the night. No more destroyed buildings or dead people, just the warmth of his bedroom.

Most of all, when he was starting to recover from the horror he took, he soon realized that all of what he witnessed was just a dream. That said, he was instantly relieved that he did not have to face the fact that his friends were killed right in front of him.

He checked his mobile phone to be sure, not willing to call them at such a late night, but just reading through the text conversation he had with Noah a few hours prior. So far, everything was good, no warnings or alerts that caused for concern. From his clock, read…

'3:14 a.m.'

"Damn…" sighed Troy, rubbing his face over the shuddering fear he had sustained over his nightmare. He was already spooked before by dreams of battles between good and evil. But of all the dreams he had, this one was the most frightening. Destruction was one thing he had gotten used to after saving the world numerous times. The nightmare, however, had destruction at a scale never before imagined. Death, especially those of his teammates, with such brutality had never crossed his mind. He had fought hard to prevent both of these terrible outcomes, but when he saw it all happen in his dream, he fell extremely at bay.

Worse still, like all the other Ranger dreams, this one felt far too real…

He didn't want to know whether this one was going to come true like the last big dream he had of the Legendary Battle that he and his friends, along with every single Ranger in existence, won against the forces of Emperor Mavro and his Armada. There was just something about the unknown evil that he faced in that dream that terrified him.

The figure that defeated him had the presence of a warrior, pure with evil and hate, and yet, with all of his dark power and ruthless nature, he had a small presence of someone Troy could trust.

What was he? Where did he come from? If the dream was to become real…?

No. Troy shook his head.

No. Never again. The forces of evil were vanquished, for now. Mavro's defeat could have sent a sign to the universe that as long as he and the Power Rangers were there to protect the Earth, no dark forces would ever dare come to invade the planet. Home was as good as safe.

With that, Troy slumped back down on his pillow, hoping that whatever he had envisioned in his head may never come true. Both in his dreams… and reality…

18th March 2018

New York,

USA,

Earth,

Solar System,

A lone man walked impatiently, shifting sides at each few seconds like he was tossing and turning in bed. Walking in one direction, just along the top of a flight of stairs, before turning around and repeating the same process on and on. He had walked in this perpetual loop of steps for the past ten minutes now, losing his patience over someone very important.

Right at the very bottom of the steps, two lines of men, dressed in black uniforms and wearing tough, bulletproof helmets, stood at attention, paying no attention to the man they were apparently leading them.

The man himself wore the same uniform, but with a significant difference in terms of authority. A black cap worn comfortably on his head and a pair of shades resting just above the flap of the cap. On the cap itself, the initials 'GD' were sewn onto the front with white wool, confirming his place among the top secret security force that was the Silver Guardians.

The group was standing in front of a tall building, just at the very end of New York City, where the crowded business of the city was far off in the distance. It may have looked like any ordinary building, but given the nature of the man and his forces outside, this seemed to be no ordinary structure. At their sides, nineteen flags stood on both flanks, each having their own unique symbol of sorts. All of them, ranging from a golden circle with prehistoric animals bursting out of the centre to a symbol similar to that of the Jolly Roger of 'ye ol' days of pirates, only with a modern metallic look, fluttered along with the flags. At the very centre, one larger flag flew above the rest, hailing the symbol of a mighty lightning bolt, striking down onto the ground.

The man still paced around, unable to shake off his frustration over how much time had passed since his meeting with his expected individual had been long delayed.

Just another day for Eric Meyers… He wondered how the heck his own men seemingly had the patience he couldn't bear to hold, although he really didn't bother to directly inquire to them, not even willing to go down and ask them where in the world was his contact at this moment. He felt that it was best to remain humble, or at least what was left of his humility, in the presence of his long-time squad of elite law enforcers.

Just then, in front of the parking spaces of the building, a black SUV approached the area, driving past the security gate. Eric's inner grumbling had ceased. Finally, his contact had arrived. And just in the nick of time too, so to speak. He was about to blow a fuse over the amount of time he had wasted standing out there without getting to business.

He walked down the steps, right in the middle of the lines of the Silver Guardians, almost as if he was stomping. His teeth were rubbing against each other, almost on the verge of mumbling. Keeping his cool, eventually, the man approached to the sidewalk as the car stopped right in front of the company. Eric stood to await the arrival of the other man in the car, finally ceasing close enough before he would be under a temper tantrum.

The door at the driver's seat opened up, just in front of Eric. Out came another similarly-aged man, wearing the Silver Guardian uniform and shades, but also had a red beret on his head. The man shut the door behind him, leaving it behind for someone to help park it elsewhere. He took off his shades to reveal the face of an old friend to Eric, even if he was still being sour about having to wait for this person.

"About time you showed up." scoffed Eric. Wesley Collins just breathed out a laugh, patting Eric on the shoulder for a show of good gesture.

"Just a little patrol in the streets. Nothing unusual so far." reported Wes with a cheerful smile. Eric shook his head as he turned around, having nothing more to do about his old friend and Ranger comrade. Perhaps ever since he and Wes had taken over as the top leaders of the Guardians, he had gotten used to the differences he had with the other. Oh well, you couldn't really change people these days, could you?

"I'm starting to miss the 'unusual'." sighed Eric, thinking about the more thrilling times where he and his men had actual things to combat, rather than sticking to the usual street patrols or national defence duties. Aside from a few acts of violence and grand theft, nothing could excite the two leaders more than the action of fighting real dangers.

World-threatening ones.

Wes and Eric walked up the steps towards the large building, which was in fact, the structure that once belonged to Wes' father before he finally retired. Giving the two men the reins to one of America's best defence forces, they would ensure that the nation was protected from all kinds of danger, local or extra-terrestrial. They would be the first on the scene when an alien threat emerged, just as they had, ever since Ransik's dire campaign from the future had come to daunt the past. After the Mutant insurgencies, many other threats followed. Orgs, Mut-Orgs, and probably most fearsome of them all, X-Borgs and other monsters that served a mad Emperor and his mighty Armada.

They now wondered after the last battles they had against evil, what then? What could possibly be worse than what they had been through? After all, America had been left devastated by the endless waves of Armada vessels that ravaged the country. It would have been worse if the Guardians hadn't contained the situation, doing all they could to save civilians as best as they could. One thing for sure, was that the Earth would have been lost if it weren't for one force of good that had saved the planet for many years.

The Power Rangers. The team of teenagers who had managed to unite every single Ranger out there, to come here and face the Armada for one final battle, was to thank for the victory against the biggest threat the Rangers had ever faced yet. Once, Wes and Eric were in that position themselves, having the fate of the entire planet on their shoulders. Times have changed since then, and now, they were back into normal security duties.

This time, however, there was something different about meeting at their headquarters on this very day, all because of one person who wanted to see them. They didn't know what to expect. They were only told to come and meet with their person of interest, inside the building to discuss something 'major'.

Major, as in? The two former Red Rangers didn't know for sure. All they could hope for was that this 'major' issue would be a simple battle; one that could be done without much bloodshed or destruction.

"Is he here?" asked Wes.

"Already waiting for us to begin." reminded Eric.

"Good." Wes stretched his arms out and groaned as he relieved his muscles. Early in the morning, going on patrol in the SUV for two hours could really keep you constrained for some time. He felt his body loosen up after that needed stretch to get him started. "It's about time the Silver Guardians become something even more."

"Now, don't go thinking about building a gigantic war machine like your dad did." joked Eric. To Wes, the joke came off as sounding half-hearted, like Eric wasn't even trying to lighten up the mood. He shrugged his shoulders, supposing that this was how his character was. A no-nonsense and all-time-serious man who just wasn't in for the humorous side of things, and whenever he tried, nothing even came off as merely decent. What could you do? He was that type of guy. There was no arguing against him. But then again, Wes realized that, perhaps, was for the best. All the better to constantly make fun of Eric and feel the satisfaction of teasing his good pal.

"Yeah." chuckled Wes. "Though, even with all that money, he just won't tell me where he got the resources to the project."

"But you took over." said Eric. "You should have been given the details. That was part of the deal."

"Thank Ransik for that." reminded Wes. After the Mutant attack on New York almost fourteen years ago, the Silver Guardians base had been severely decimated, ransacked by Cyclobots that most of their technology and blueprints had been destroyed. Perhaps, if the layouts had survived, then they wouldn't be needing giant robotic titans to become the last resort against any alien threat. Though, to the credit of the Power Rangers, it probably would have been best if Megazords stayed to become the everlasting symbol of true teamwork and leadership among a certain team.

Besides, Wes wouldn't even dream about constructing these large weapons like the ones his dad approved more than a decade ago. Holding such power at all times could have easily corrupted him and those around him. Such powerful but destructive tools at the hands of non-Rangers would have been a tempting force of villainy, making madmen out of anyone who held them. His father nearly fell in that category of madmen, and he wasn't going to make himself become something of a villain either.

"Besides, he only passed control of the Guardians to the both of us. The rest of his company got split and given to several shareholders, remember?"

"Spare me the business talk, Wes." The two continued to have their fun talk as they entered the building. From the doors they entered, they walked through the lobby, passing through the long receptionist desk normally found in most other big buildings like this, and moving towards the hallway where elevator doors were built on both sides. With the press of the down button, the two men waited for their lift to arrive. The doors then slid open, letting them walk right in towards their destination.

As they entered, Eric then took out a key card from his pocket and then proceeded to have it flashed at the lower scanning panel before pressing the down button, closing the doors and had the lift begin its trip downwards. The two men waited for the lift to send them downwards all the way to the very end. However, where they were going was no ordinary place. If you were brought along with them for the first time, reaching the lowest floor you'd expect would take about just half a minute before the lift came to a slow stop. For this trip, though, it was not going to be one quick trip down their destination.

The descent lasted almost two minutes, like the lift was moving at a snail's pace, only it wasn't at all slowing down at all. The lift kept on going down deep into the ground, passing through the usual basement levels of parking spaces and into practically under-the-Earth levels. They stayed within the lift for another good minute, patiently waiting for their destination, deep within who knew where as the floor number continued to countdown to the negative value.

Finally, after that minute of going lower, the elevator had finally ceased. When the doors opened, Wes and Eric were greeted to a small room, a narrow corridor with one horizontal window on the right side. The whole room was surrounded with light blue metal walls, patterned like square panels clumped together in a grid across the scene. Above them, a waving camera monitored them, watching closely as the two men walked underneath it. At the very centre, they stopped just in front of a circular, shiny metal door, letting that overhead camera project a blue wedge-shaped ray of electronic light to sweep around their bodies. The men behind the wall window tapped onto their computers, examining the two Silver Guardians to be sure of no fraud or acts of espionage.

Wes and Eric stood firm and ready, unafraid by such detailed security checks. In this weird universe where monsters invade the Earth on a yearly basis, no procedure was too complicated. Security was tight in this deep complex that, behind the people working on the computers, three armed men stood tall and cautiously watched through the window in case Wes and Eric were imposters in disguise.

When the camera stopped scanning, the ray disappeared, confirming the visitors to be authentic and approved arrivals to the underground base that only very few individuals ever knew had existed. The magnetically-sealed door began to open as wedges separating from the centre to reveal the next room. Wes and Eric continued their trek inside.

The next section was much larger than the last. A massive hangar bay that featured many catwalks, each flanked by railings, overhead the huge space below that housed in futuristic aircraft. These craft were either docked into chambers built into the walls or just parked out in the open, with some space at front for any take-offs. Pilots and engineers could be seen operating within the presence of these modern-looking vehicles.

But what was definitely the elephant in the room among these snazzy vehicles was the largest, yet most unique machine. Right below the walkway where Wes and Eric were walking on, a large, red spaceship was being suspended using cranes and was under maintenance by robotic arms, cutting into what looked like black scorch marks and exposed metal layers that indicated that the ship had seen better days.

This giant vessel was unlike all the other vehicles down below. This one was shaped like a red sail ship; a pirate ship to be exact. It had solar panels that were shaped like the overhead sails of an old frigate, complete with the bow and the bulgy deck. Cannons lined the sides of the ship, and a long, golden curved tip at the very front stuck out, shaped like the blades of pirate cutlasses. What looked unfit for the average ship of 'ye ole days was the addition of two turbo engines at its back, accompanied by long fins that made the ship look more like some kid's fantasy. It was more of the old merging with the new.

Wes looked down on that ship, grinning of how much repairs were being done to this abnormal vessel, reminding him of the very people who once piloted it. As he walked on, he could then see another odd vessel, docked on a circular platform on the very far left side of the hangar. It was a green hovercraft, sported with two jet engines at the sides, landing gear stuck at the front sides and two golden laser cannons.

The fighter itself was being looked after by a lone man, who was wiping up the panels underneath the cockpit section. As they got close, Wes and Eric decided to give the man a shout-out. This young-looking man, wearing a dark green shirt underneath a brown vest, complete with a pair of light brown khakis, continued to clean his fighter before noticing the arrival of the two men. He turned his head around, showing the energetic smile and tipping his signature cowboy hat.

"Hey, Joel!" called out Wes. "Still cleaning your little toy?"

"Come on, Wes!" laughed Joel Rawlings, the former Green Lightspeed Ranger, waving back at the other Rangers. "This bad boy's gonna need to shine all the time!"

"I'd be more occupied with home than that old thing." uttered Eric in his usual cold mockery.

"Hey. It's my job." said Joel, still jubilant over working in this underground facility. "Gotta live it to the fullest, y'know?" Surely enough, the Aero Zord Three that once served the Lightspeed Rangers during their time was one of the finest additions to the base, serving as one of the most proficient assets in aerial superiority. While no longer part of the larger Megazord of old, it was still believed to be a formidable force on its own.

After the brief chat, Wes and Eric decided that they couldn't keep their contact waiting for long. Eventually, it was time to leave, bidding Joel a farewell before they continued on.

"We'll see you later, Joel." Wes waved his hand, leaving Joel to continue his little spare time with the fighter craft.

"See 'ya!" The two Rangers walked on as Joel continued to wipe away to give his ship that glorious gleaming appearance for future flights. Wes and Eric went through the door that was only a few more steps away from where they met Joel, entering another corridor into this secret base.

The narrow passageway into the base was lined up with numerous rooms, leading to a cross junction where people were seen walking here and there. Some of the rooms were filled with different facilities for different jobs within the base. Computer rooms at one end and science labs at the other, all sorts of happenings maintain the workforce of the hidden organization.

The two Guardians kept walking on, passing through more of the workers and officers who gazed at them, wondering of the company that their boss had expected. These two men, these Rangers, both old men walking into their base, almost expecting different men than what was imagined. Wes supposed that the secret life of a Power Ranger would always bring many assumptions over the people behind the suits. Right now, given his public status as one of the two leaders of the Silver Guardians, he felt that he and Eric felt the bill when it came to guessing the identities of the Time Force Rangers. Men, trained at the best of their skills, in charge of one of the country's best security forces would be prime candidates of being Power Rangers, but never would they have guessed that the son of one of the richest businessmen of Silver Hills would end up being one.

They continued on, pressed into meeting their contact to discuss, what was told to them, as a matter more troubling than ever before. They often wondered what could it be that would get them so worked up. Why now have they decided to call upon them when their time had already been done? It wasn't mandatory exercise to allow one team of Rangers to fight at a time; it was more of an ethical tradition to give current teams their time to shine and prevail. However, when they were called to meet the man, they had the feeling that things were going to change.

After a minute of walking into the base, Wes and Eric stumbled upon yet another familiar face. This time, it was a woman, who came dressed in a pink collared shirt and a brown coloured vest, her legs covered with a maroon skirt that was draped down to her knees. With a mobile tablet in hand, she had her eyes glued to that device until she stumbled upon the two men. With her cheery Australian accent, she welcomed the men in open arms.

"Hey, Kat." greeted Wes.

"Wes! Eric!" Katherine Hilliard cheered, coming over to give the two a hug. As the former Pink Zeo Ranger, she was never really in contact with the Time Force team; only in a few instances during Operation Forever Red and prior to the Legendary Battle. Even then, she treated them like family, especially since everyone was coming together for an occasion of the utmost importance. "Glad you both could make it."

"Is he in?" Eric asked as they separated.

"Sitting and waiting at his desk." informed Katherine, facing the direction of the two men. "You better hurry and catch him."

"Can't keep the boss waiting." joked Wes. "We'll see you later, Kat." After the Rangers said their goodbyes, the two men walked past her, leaving her to tend to other duties in this base. They walked on towards their expected meeting place to find the person who brought them here in the first place.

Walking up to the place, they had to wonder how bad things were going to be from here on out. Given that past Rangers like themselves were present at this very time, they would guess that there was a good reason why they were gathering at once. As far as they heard, the organization that owned that base had contacted various other Rangers from different teams to come to the aid of the planet for some united purpose. Even the most recent team of Rangers from Summer Cove were contacted, months after they had just teamed up with them to finish off an interdimensional crisis.

Yes, that seemed to be the most possible case of why they were sent here. As brief as the incident was for the Rangers, it highlighted an important detail when it came to dealing with threats beyond Earth's control. All the team-ups that led to this moment were clear reminders of how effective the unity of the Power Rangers truly was when more than one team combined forces with another.

So what if, just imagine, the entire force of the Power Rangers come together at once against a common threat. Just as it was a few years ago during the Legendary Battle against an enemy far greater than ever before. An enemy that was believed to be far from over…

Finally, after a minute's walk, the two Time Force Rangers were right outside the office of their contact. The two doors slid away from each other, revealing the nicely furnished room, where the walls were painted black and green with hints of white and very minute red highlights trailing at the seams. Inside at the very end of the room, a large desk was set in front of a widescreen monitor. At the table, a lone chair was turned to face away from the two men who came in afterwards.

Once they were in front of the desk, the chair turned around, revealing the man who called for Wes and Eric. The man sat comfortably on his chair, showing his aged face to the two similarly old men with slightly grown facial hair and the same old spiky hairstyle he always had for almost a decade now. He wore a brown long-sleeved jacket over a red collared shirt with a green tie draping down his chest. He gave them a welcome smile to begin their long awaited meeting.

"So, you finally arrived." said Tommy Oliver.

"Sorry." apologized Wes. "I had to deal with some street business." Tommy nodded, rising up from his chair and went towards a set of drawers at one corner of the room.

"Well, you're both here, so we can get this thing started." Tommy opened up the top drawer, browsing through an arrangement of files by scrolling through the alphabetical order. From there, he picked a file labelled 'H', scooping it up to look through the contents within that file. "Any word from the others?"

"Lightspeed Rescue has been informed and are standing by for your word." informed Wes with his arms crossed. "They've given us partial access to the new Aqua Base when you're ready."

"Good." Tommy nodded while seating himself back at the desk, shuffling through the numerous files with codenames. Names that were essential to his next phase of his grand plan to organize a united front, ranging from Mighty Morphin' to Ninja Steel. These were the names of the past teams of Rangers Tommy had recently interacted or at least studied about before making his move to build his organization. Rangers whom he needed to find to build his ultimate force of good. "I've contacted Andros, Mirinoi, and the Alien Rangers of Aquitar. With any luck, the latter will bring Billy back to Earth."

"Your old pals are turning up for the offer, too. They'll be at Angel Grove at the date of appointment." Eric added, but then slowly sighed, showing his reluctance to report the bad news. "All except two."

"Jason and Kimberly." Tommy didn't need to ask. Already, he knew these two would be difficult to reach at this moment.

"Yeah." Eric sighed with defeat emitting from his breath. "Jason just straight up refused. Still no word from Kimberly."

"I'm sorry about Jason, Tommy." said Wes sympathetically. He used to have worked with Jason on a few occasions as fellow Red Rangers, and it felt like such a pity that he had to sit this grand opportunity out to do whatever nonsense he was up to.

For one, Kimberly was out of the country, participating in a gymnastics competition in Spain, where contact would disrupt her focus in taking part. At least, assuming the time was right, they could always call her back to bring her in again. She didn't hesitate the last time, so she would most certainly be glad to become the Pink Ranger again.

On the other hand, Jason… was another story… One that Tommy couldn't speak of after some time now.

"It's for the best, guys." For now, the former Ranger himself had to accept the absence of, who he thought, was one of the greatest Rangers to have ever existed. There was always Rocky to fall back on when he needed the original Red Ranger to kick around, just as he did not too long ago.

Getting back to his files, he viewed more of the paperwork, keeping a close look on one of the more recent teams of Rangers that became his focal point of his plans.

Megaforce. A team of individuals that was the central catalyst that brought the entire force of the Power Rangers together. Six teenagers with attitude; five from Earth, one from the destroyed world of Andresia. All of them came together with the powers of every single Ranger in existence to fight and defeat a common enemy and show the world how effective when they were united.

He went through the details of their skills, as told by one of his prime sources, and saw how much more they could be should they be allowed to continue. Tommy remembered how much they gave to the Ranger name and helped defeat not one, but four major enemy factions at once, making them somewhat more than capable to fight newer threats should they emerge. In fact, he even got to fight alongside one of the Megaforce Rangers in the aforementioned mission he did with Rocky and the Ninja Steel team. (A/N~ Do note that this chapter was released a week before the 25th anniversary episode in Super Ninja Steel, so I wasn't really aware of how the events actually went.)

If they could be central to bringing the Power Rangers together, then they could very well do so again for a longer term… Tommy could already see his vision coming to light. With other Rangers slowly answering to his call, he could finally put it all together and make it known that the Power Rangers will be far more powerful and successful than ever before.

His organization was to be the starting point of this ultimate mission to make the Power Rangers the greatest force to protect the galaxy from the growing forces of evil that may lurk out there.

"Hexagon is finally up and running." he said to himself, facing away from Wes and Eric after he placed his files down. The start of a new future is about to arrive. "Now then, let's talk about Operation Heroes United."

Elsewhere

Asteroid Belt,

Solar System,

As Tommy fantasied about building his own force of the Rangers united, something else was lurking from beyond Earth itself, making its own plans for a new beginning…

Within the Asteroid Belt that bordered between Earth and the red planet, Mars, chunks of space rock drifted about in a crowded lane, threatening to crash into anything in their path. It would seem like the perfect deterrent for any outside force from reaching the living blue planet.

Then again, when has that ever stopped countless forces from invading Earth?

BRAMM!

A single large asteroid blew up into a mixture of dust and smaller rocks, spreading out into nothingness and leaving a hole big enough for a large ship to pass through. Surely enough, that was what exactly ploughed right through the asteroid field with slow but steady pace.

It was a ship, built at a length that could rival that of most ships within the known universe. The mighty ship had an organic shape, but built elegantly enough to show how powerful it looked. It had what looked like two statues of horses attached to the front and a towering command bridge to the back, making the ship something like an alien chariot. At its back, a large crest with several obsidian black orbs were stuck onto the golden spokes, suggesting royalty and riches within the very power it served under.

Right behind the massive frigate, smaller bronze-coloured and similarly-built ships, without the features of grand royalty, tailed behind it, blasting away at the asteroids with their frontal cannons.

And inside that ship, the very thing that Tommy Oliver feared was scheming for a major plan involving the planet Earth. He had already assumed the worst was to come; that even after the destruction of Emperor Mavro and his endless Armada at the hands of the Super Megaforce Rangers, it was the furthest thing from a total victory than they could ever imagine.

The command bridge was full of activity, with a crew of tin-headed minions running about, manning the controls to the ship through command consoles built in two columns of three rows of them. In front of them, the large viewing window took up the whole space, showing a good view of the journey through the hazardous asteroid field. And behind them, a throne was set above a tall podium with stairs lined from the very top, all the way to the floor. Laden with golden plating and with spokes coming out of the back, it was being seated by a rather powerful figure looming over the crew down below.

This mysterious being watched through the viewing glass in front of her, resting on her throne with her sights set on the direction of her course. Her fingers tapped onto the armrests, the need to destroy burning within her cold, black heart. The being wore a black and red dress that draped down all the way to the floor and sided with golden plates of armour, coupled layers of clothing wrapped around her arms. She'd be a grand beauty if it weren't for her deformed face, half of it, which included her black-lipped mouth, being purely untouched and pale, while the other half was completely shrouded by a skin of abominable tentacles on the left side of her face. Complete with more black and red tentacles brushed upwards to be shaped like a royal hat, the evil queen sat idly, thinking of all the many things she was going to do with the very enemy she was about to face (A/N~ Just as the previous version of the story, this character will be based on Madame Noir from Toqger.)

Her servants had been spurred into following her on her mission to go to Earth and make way for an attack on the planet Earth, far greater than anything the forces of darkness had ever seen. She had with her a massive fleet with her, though only a small portion tailed behind into the Asteroid Belt as the rest of the ships was ordered to go around the field of floating rocks in a much longer, but more strategic route to the planet. The decision to have her section of the fleet to move into the asteroid field was the leader's own. She knew that the Earth could expect enemy forces if they travelled around the Belt, so getting through the asteroids was a less obvious place to look.

One wayward asteroid was flying right for one of her ships, right at the blind spot and colliding into the smaller frigate, blowing it into pieces. Yet, the leader didn't even flinch, emotionless in the face of losing hundreds of her own people. She didn't care if her own ships were destroyed from crashing into the asteroids. Her troops were still plentiful, expendable to the last. If one failed to traverse through, then they had failed her, worthless in her quest for the ultimate revenge.

Soon, the mighty ruler was joined by three more figures, walking towards the base of the throne. She looked down to see the three warriors stand at attention to her presence before bowing down humbly. On the left, one of them was a funky clown-like alien, with skin of a variety of white, black, green and purple, and a head that looked like bowling pins stuck to each side of his masked head. (Bibaboo from Gokaiger). Another was a taller, sharper warrior, with armour made out of rough orange plating that had point edges sticking out of head, shoulders and knees (Yokubarido from Gokaiger). The last soldier was far bulkier than the other two, with bulging red armour all over his body, donning a horned mask of terror that sported glowing red eyes beneath it (Basco's armoured form from Gokaiger).

"My liege." called the middle General, Arkanos. "We shall be arriving on the planet Earth in less than a few cycles."

"The enemy has not detected us at all!" cheered the first General, Jestino. "We will be flying right into their orbit before they know what will hit them!"

"Good." said the Empress Verinora, new ruler of the Mavro Empire, destined to take over as the reigning monarch which was once ruled by her equally notorious husband; the very same Emperor defeated at the hands of the Power Rangers. "Blast through the asteroids."

The ships moved forward, firing away with their frontal ray guns tearing through the asteroids and paving their paths towards the blue planet that was only a few days away. Just a little more, and they were out of the dangerous field before the real battles would begin.

"Your Highness." called the large General named Kalach, with a voice that was low and menacing, his hunger for destruction fuelled by the thrill of battle. "I believe it is time we plan our attack on Earth. Shall I prepare the Bruisers to begin bombardment of the planet?" His request was denied when the Empress raised her hand, foiling his chances for a quick fight with the pitiful humans.

"No. Send our scouts to survey the planet." ordered the Empress. "I want to know if these Power Rangers are as powerful as we are told." Her voice tensed at the mention of the very ones who killed her husband. She rose from her throne and descended down slowly. She passed her men and walked to the very end of the room, just behind the glass to see that the fleet had managed to traverse the asteroid field. Empty space was all that stood between her and her revenge against the Rangers.

Every moment she had since leaving her home world at the very edges of the universe, her cold blood boiled with vengeance. Her hands itched from the thought of grabbing a Power Ranger in them and obliterating them at the next second. They dared to destroy her husband, and now she was about to come and exact her revenge.

The Power Rangers will soon learn that they only defeated the Emperor and one armada. They were yet to face the full wrath of the empire that they once led.

"They will pay for the death my beloved! We shall crush all who stand in our way!" With a powerful and commanding scream, her servants rose with her, cheering full on for the death of the Power Rangers. The conquest of Earth will soon be theirs.

"Glory to the Mavro Empire!"

TO BE CONTINUED…