A/N: Without further ado, the sequel to Personality Shift. If you haven't read that story I would suggest doing so. If you have, then enjoy.
Tommy Oliver's life exploded in a multicolored array swirling lights. It was all very reminiscent of some psychedelic effect used in a 70's music videos.
It might have been cool if he wasn't about to die.
It had started as an attempt to escape the Ranger armor he had been trapped in for the last month. Unfortunately, it certainly seemed as though something in Hayley's plan had backfired rather horribly.
There were a few seconds before the light faded into an impressive darkness where Tommy was over overcome with an all encompassing pain
When Tommy opened his eyes he was met with the crimson spectacle of a setting sun.
Unfortunately, he was still in his armor, but at least he was actually alive.
He just had to figure out what happened.
He sat up and looked around. Large buildings and the smell of smog directed him to the realization he was in some sort of metropolis. It seemed almost reminiscent of Reefside.
Yet the time hardened Ranger could feel that something was wrong. He could sense it. Like the yellow tinted eyes of some spectral beast.
Tommy walked down the empty street. Signs of life were eminent although vaguely obscure.
It seemed to be some sort of ghetto, which was something his dear home of Reefside seemed to lack.
When his eyes met the small laminated poster hanging loosely from the wooden post, Tommy began to fully realize something he should have known all along.
He sure as hell wasn't in Kansas anymore.
On the poster was the unmistakable silhouette of one of the most villainous creatures in all the universe. Next to him was was the blackened shape of his Z-staff and the words. Obey our Galactic Overlord. Report any suspicious activity to the posted Sentries.
"Hey!" A sharp female voice called out, "My friend here is injured!"
For a moment every other though escaped Tommy's head. He dropped his conscious mind and rushed towards the voice.
When he entered the darkly lit ally he became acutely aware of the fact it was empty.
It didn't take long for him to realize what he had gotten himself into.
When club came down Tommy grabbed it from his assailant without a second thought. He then pulled his fist back to deliver a counter-reactive blow.
Unfortunately, the hooded figure had already drawn a gun.
"Give me and my friends five minutes to get out of your way and I won't blow a hole in your chest."
The voice seemed almost familiar to Tommy yet he couldn't quite place it.
"Just wait," Tommy said with his hands raised, "I don't even know what's going on here."
"You can play that game all you want," the woman snapped, "But that doesn't mean it'll work on me."
"I'm serious!" Tommy snapped.
The gun was pressed further against his chest.
"Okay. Okay." The black ranger said. "I'm just passing through, I'm not trying to stop you."
"Stop," another voice said.
Tommy choked as the new figure stepped out of the shadows.
"I don't think he's a Sentry," the new figure said.
Tommy felt as if an invisible spoon reached inside his chest and stirred him up like a glass of Ovaltine.
"Look at his armor," the new figure insisted, "I've never seen a Sentrie use one like it."
Tommy looked down at his morphed form, he had actually forgotten about it entirely. "I-I'm not a Sentry I promise."
The gun didn't move from his chest, but it did release a little. "Who are you?"
"I'm …" Tommy stuttered out. He wasn't comfortable giving out his identity until he had a better grasp on where he was. "Dr.O."
It felt strange to use his teacher nickname as a pseudonym, but he figured it was honest enough.
The cloaked figure scoffed, "Well, Dr.O, what are you doing out past curfew?"
"I-I'm not exactly from around here," Tommy said, "What's going on?"
The figure with the gun laughed, "Don't play dumb, we know damn well there isn't a place left on Earth that isn't under the tyrannical reign of Lord Drakkon."
Lord Drakkon, wasn't exactly the name Tommy expected to hear, but it still sounded bad enough.
Tommy looked at the two figures standing in the alleyway. One was a person he could just about place, while the other was someone he was trying his hardest to ignore.
"Who gave you that armor?" The girl still standing just beyond the reach of light asked. Despite her face being obscured by the shadows, it was still unmistakable who she was.
"I built it," Tommy snapped, then realized how unbelievable that sounded. "It's powered by a chunk of the meteorite that killed off the dinosaurs."
"Well I don't see a faux coin," the girl with the gun said, "So unless the Sentries have found a new energy source I suppose there might be some merit."
Tommy was rather relieved to hear that. It was always best to win the trust of the person with the loaded gun.
"We have to get back to Blue Bay," the girl in the shadows said. "It's almost time for their nightly patrols."
"I know what you're going to say I want you to know it's stupid," the girl with the gun blurted out.
"He might have some important information," the other girl said, "he's a Ranger for Christ's sake!"
"Freeze!" A harsh voice called from the end of the ally.
It didn't take much imagination to assume they were now in the presence of the Sentries. Tommy turned to the sound of the voice and his eyes met something he wasn't quite sure what to think of.
The three figures were clad in a bulky, militaristic version of the black mastodon ranger's armor.
One of the units pulled his gun and spoke into what Tommy assumed was a built-in communicator.
"We've got two rogues and unidentified ranger in sector six. Requesting permission to fire."
Tommy did the only thing he could think of and summoned a black orb of energy from his freshly drawn saber and splashed it against the trooper's armor.
The two other pseudo rangers drew their guns as swiftly as possible, but the two girls had them beat.
With a flash of bright gunfire, the three of them stepped over the mysterious rangers and fled into the city.
"Who are those guys?" Tommy asked the girl next to him. She kept her hood over her face but Tommy could see the rumors of brown hair poking out of the cloth.
"They're the Sentries."
"Oh," Tommy said, "I take it they're after me then."
"Us too, but they definitely want you more."
The three dashed for their lives as sirens rang out in the empty street. Tommy pumped his arms and ran steadily, though he figured if he wasn't morphed he'd be facing some fatigue right about now.
A roar blared behind the trio and despite Tommy's limited knowledge of this world he still had a sinking feeling.
Two motorcycles quickly caught up with them. The bikes were obnoxiously big with fronts stylized after Dragon Zords heads. Much like the black ranger soldiers, these warriors wore ranger armor. These new Rangers wore a shieldless green armor that brought nothing but distasteful memories to Tommy.
He dodged a stray energy blast from one of the speeding riders and fired an energy orb himself. The orb hit against the green rider and knocked him clean off his motorcycle.
The remaining rider threw a softball sized device towards the trio and turned into the nearest alley.
"Get down!" One of the cloaked females screamed. Almost immediately after the street filled with screams and hellfire.
Her name escaped Tommy's lips as he watched her fly back. Fire danced around her burning hood as she was launched backward.
"Kimberly!"
Time stopped as the fire died. Tommy had hardly felt the heat from under his helmet but dread still poured itself heavily into his stomach.
The two women stood up, and as the woman who had originally pointed the gun pulled back her hood, Tommy realized who she was as well.
"Scorpina?"
The former soldier of Rita Repulsa pointed her gun back at Tommy's head. "How do you know our names?"
Kimberly Hart recovered soon after. It was impossible. And Tommy was utterly stunned.
He couldn't speak.
He couldn't stop staring at his first love.
Kimberly had definitely aged. Stress lines danced with battle scars across her gorgeous face. She looked less like the youthful gymnast he knew a decade ago and more like a warrior princess.
"Are you gonna talk or am I going to shoot you?" Scorpina asked.
"Oh boy," Tommy muttered, "It's a long story."
"Talk," Scorpina said after dragging Tommy into a seemingly abandoned building. "If your story is convincing enough we'll take you with. If not." Scorpina flicked the safety off.