It was a typical evening in the clock tower. Wes, Katie, Lucas and Trip were playing poker and using Teddy Grahams in the place of poker chips. Jen was doing some business-related computer work. Suddenly, Jen came running out into the living room.
"You guys," Jen panted. "A mutant is attacking." Everyone nodded, then the five of them headed to the lower level of the clock tower.
"You guys ready?" Jen asked.
"Ready." Everyone called in unison. "Time for, Time force!"
The Rangers ran to the town square, where the mutant criminal was attacking. Jen stepped forward.
"Hold it right there, Placebot. We're Time Force. And we're taking you in."
"Not if I have anything to say about it." Placebot summoned a massive horde of Cyclobots.
"Cyclobots, attack!" The Cyclobots swarmed the Rangers. Each Ranger was battling about twenty Cyclobots each. There were just too many.
"There's just too many!" Wes cried.
The situation seemed hopeless. Suddenly, a streak of black swished over the main cluster of Cyclobots, taking them out. The Rangers were free.
"What happened?" Trip asked.
The black streak stopped in front of Placebot, and solidified into a sixth Ranger, who was clad in a black Time Force Ranger suit. The Ranger took out a Time Force badge.
"Time Force! For breaking the laws of time, I'm taking you in." The Ranger declared. Placebot was not impressed.
"I will destroy you, and the other Rangers, in your own minds!" Placebot announced.
"We'll see about that! Chrono Sabers!" The Ranger called. The Ranger gave Placebot quite a beating. Placebot was never able to touch the new Black Ranger. Finally, the Black Ranger finished him off with a slice of the Chrono Sabers.
"Your time's up!" The Black Ranger announced. The mutant exploded, then fell to the ground as a tiny action figure. The Black Ranger contained him, then handed the container to the other Rangers.
"Here. I don't have anywhere to keep this." The Black Ranger said.
"Who are you?" Trip asked as he stared in wonder.
"Farewell, Rangers. I will see you again." The Black Ranger said. The Black Ranger shook Trip's hand, then streaked away. Trip stared at his hand, then at the sky, in awe.
That night, Trip ran a molecular scan on the morphing grid. Once he had traced the Black Ranger energy, he tapped into the DNA identification. Circuit informed him that for the computer to run a DNA scan, it would take anywhere from seventy-two hours, to ninety hours.
Trip sighed, started the scan, and went to bed.