On the Armada Command Ship, Prince Vekar was back in the Holo Trainer when Lavira came to him. She had to over-ride the security lock in order to enter. When she got inside, she was astounded to see Argus attacking the Prince, the blade of his sword flashing through the air as he went after his Lord.

What was most surprising though was that the Prince...actually seemed to be coping with the attack. He was on the defensive, Argus moving far more quickly, his technique superior to the Prince's, but whereas she had seen other foes carved to ribbons beneath Argus' blade in short order, the Prince was able to keep his composure and stop himself falling victim. Argus had been a strong warrior before, but after Lavira's modifications, he was arguably one of the strongest warriors in the galaxy, one that had yet to find an equal.

Finally, Argus managed to get through the Prince's guard, the tip of his sword slicing into his side, spraying blood on the floor as Vekar fell to his knees. Argus shook the blood before replacing it in his scabbard.

"Your Highness!" Lavira screamed as she ran to his side, cradling him in her arms.

"You over-stretched yourself." Argus told the prince matter-of-factly. "You put yourself off-balance, and left yourself open to my attack."

"You harmed the Prince!" Lavira screamed at Argus. "You are his bodyguard!"

"He asked me to train him. He cannot train against an opponent who will not fight him to the best of their abilities." Argus told her. He looked to the Prince. "His wound is superficial, he will be fine."

"You...you maniac!" She screamed. "You are programmed..."

"It's fine Lavira." Vrak told her, starting to get to his feet. She helped him up, but he pulled away from her as he stood upright. "You heard him, the wound is superficial. Stop fussing!"

Lavira could hardly believe what she was hearing. This was the same Prince that only months before had acted like it was the end of the world when the Blue Ranger hit him in the face, and seemed to react as though he was losing his arm when he was clipped by a stray blaster shot.

"What are you doing in here anyway?" He asked her. "I told you that I was..."

"My lord, your new armour is ready." She told him. He smiled as he heard her say this. Although he had been motivated to start training when his girth meant his old armour no longer fit him, intent on getting back to his original weight. However, as his training intensified and he became stronger, and more importantly, larger, it became clear that it would no longer fit him anyway. He had tasked her with creating new armour worthy of him, ready for when he returned to his position in command.

Lavira never thought she would see the eventuality that she would want to see Vekar back, but she had grown more and more suspicious of Damaras' motives. She knew that like her, he had been deeply cynical of Vekar's suitability to rule, and for a long time he had even believed like her that the best thing for The Armada's conquest was if the Prince was kept safely as far away from any important decisions as possible. However, that being said, she still appreciated that the Prince was the heir to the empire. He was of the Royal Bloodline, and would rule over it all in time. They knew that claiming planets was the difficult part, keeping them in line tended to not require much effort by comparison, and so they had hoped that by keeping him away from the war, they could claim the planet before he could do any harm.

However, Damaras' behaviour as of late just seemed to be nonsensical from a tactical point. He was making no progress whatsoever with the conquest. Indeed, many of his plans seemed to be almost foolish and detrimental, leaving the Prince in a weaker position than before, almost like he WANTED the prince to fail. She had been hoping that Vekar would return to his rightful place for some time now, fearing the direction Damaras was taking them. Being cynical about how suitable the Prince was to lead was one thing, actively seeking to depose a member of the Royal Family...that was quite another.

"Argus, let's call it a day for now." Prince Vekar told him. "I want to get cleaned up and see this armour."

"As you wish your Highness." Argus said, bowing to him. "I will prepare your next meal."

"Oh, I can't wait." Prince Vekar responded sarcastically. Argus' idea of what he considered a 'meal' was more than a little subjective. He only really concerned himself with nutrition, not with flavour or texture...or even basic palatability! Vekar had been on a steady diet of what could only be described as health shakes made from a variety of vegetables and protein mixtures for weeks now...he could hardly remember what it was like to receive a proper meal. "Come Lavira, show me this new armour."

The following day, on the Red Galleon, the team were all assembled in the main room as Noah came from his room, carrying his research notes and some of Orion's tea, while the others gathered waited. Orion had agreed to set up a Communion Ceremony in his bedroom, feeling more comfortable performing the ceremony there since that was where he did all of his praying. It was the closest thing he had to a...well, none of them were really sure what the Andresians considered a holy site, since most of their faith revolved around the earth that they didn't really build churches or temples per se, but it wasn't uncommon for villages to have a clearing or patch of land set aside for their ceremonies and prayer meetings. Having little option, Orion had adopted his room for that purpose.

"OK guys, I've spent all night figuring out the toxicity levels of these mushrooms." He told them. Jake held up a hand.

"Whoa, wait a minute, back up." Jake responded. "Toxicity? As in...they're poisonous?"

"Like most drugs, the effects of psilocybin are basically the body's reaction to a certain level of poisoning." Emma explained. While she wasn't really into that whole scene, being so into nature and involved in so many protest groups, she had met more than a few people who were no strangers to such things. Some members of the groups she had been part of would think nothing of dabbling in weed, mushrooms or other substances for recreational purposes. She knew a little about it as a result. "It's...reasonably safe as long as the dose isn't too high."

"I've been spending all night with the calculations." Noah told them. "I should be able to figure out what dose shouldn't be harmful for someone of our bodyweight..."

"Should?" Jake asked. "OK, that really doesn't fill me with a whole lot of confidence dude."

"I have to say, I'm with Jake on that one." Gia answered. "But if you're determined to do this, I guess the best thing we can do is make sure we don't put ourselves at more risk than we need to. We can't have the whole team going under, not while we still have Vrak and Vekar out there. Two of you can go in, the rest of us will stay...unimpaired in case one of them shows up."

She looked around the room.

"So, any volunteers?" She asked.

"I guess since it's my idea, and I'm asking you to trust my calculations, it's only fair I take the chance." Noah answered. "So...who else trusts my judgement?"

"Well, I haven't been able to do much..."

"Uh...sorry Jordan." Noah interrupted him. "I appreciate it, but my calculations are based on human physiology."

"Oh, come on...!"

"I'm serious Jordan, half your DNA is Eltarian." Noah reminded him. "I've got no idea how this could affect you. I don't want to risk it."

"We appreciate the offer, but Noah's right." Gia told him. "So, any other volunteers?"

"I could always..."

"Emma, you've already been under once." Gia told her. "Last time, you woke up the whole ship!"

"It's my decision!" Emma protested. Noah then held up a hand.

"Um...there's something I just thought of." Noah told them. "The main thing we want to find out is where the Dino Thunder keys are right?"

"Yeah?" Emma asked. "So?"

"Well...they didn't have a Pink Ranger." He informed her.

"What?" She asked. She knew that not every team of Rangers had a Pink Ranger, in fact the only three colours that had been on every team were Red, Blue and Green. Emma and Jake had, in their time, adopted a couple of surrogate Ranger designations when they morphed into other teams. "Surely there's some other..."

"In fact, they were one of the smallest teams, they only had five members, and one of those was a Sixth Ranger." Noah told her. Jake just furrowed his brows, and started making gestures with his hands like he was trying to figure something out. Noah rolled his eyes. "Don't overthink it Jake, it's just a name...but the Dino Thunder White Ranger Key is tied to Orion's morpher, and we already have it."

"So?" Emma asked. Noah just looked to her, at which her eyebrows shot up. "You mean...you don't think I have a Dino Thunder Key?"

"Well..."

"But I LOVED that team! They were one of my favourites!" She screamed. Noah just shrugged.

"We don't know how this works, so we need the people with the closest connection to the team in question." Noah told her. "We know they had a Red, a Blue and a Yellow, and Jordan can't go in..."

"Not to mention I'm the captain, so I'm needed out here." Gia said. They all looked at her. "What? I am! I'm..."

"You're pulling rank?" Jake asked her. She had made no secret of the fact that she really didn't like this idea. She just huffed.

"Look, I'm in charge of the ship, and I can't very well lead you in battle if I'm off in La La land chasing a bunch of past Rangers now can I?" She asked. They all then looked to Jake, who threw his hands up.

"Oh come on!" He yelled. "They didn't have a Green Ranger!"

"No, but they DID have a Black Ranger." Noah reminded him. "And you've been Black before..."

"Come on, really?" He asked. They all just stared at him.

"Look, two sets of eyes are better than one." Noah told him. "Please Jake, I promise if you do this..."

"You said the same thing before I ended up with no eyebrows in third grade!" Jake protested. As he looked around the room, he realised that they weren't going to be swayed. He eventually just submitted to the fact that the decision had been made for him. "Fine!"

"OK, I'll just hook some sensors up first." Noah told him, beginning to look out some equipment. "This'll transmit our vitals to the computer in here. It'll keep track of things and make sure we don't get into any danger."

He looked to the others.

"The system is calibrated to make sure our vitals stay within safe levels." Noah told them. "If you hear an alarm...well...you get the idea." Noah told them. He finished hooking up the sensors on Jake. "So, are you ready for this?"

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess." Jake replied with a shrug. With that, they both went into Orion's room, where he had finished setting up for the ceremony. He sat on the floor, on a cushion and beckoned them to do the same.

"Alright Noah, do you have the mixture?" Orion asked him. Noah just nodded, and placed the tea down on the hot plate in the middle of the room. Orion took his own cup that he had already prepared. He looked to the two of them, holding out his cup. They both held out their cups, returning the gesture, at which he took a long slug, downing the solution. Noah did likewise, but Jake was a little more reluctant. He watched as Orion put down his cup and closed his eyes, preparing to begin.

"OK guys, just try to relax." He told them. "Focus on your breathing, keep it nice and shallow and relaxed. The more relaxed you are, the easier it'll be to travel the visions."

"Um...alright." Jake replied, downing his tea as he saw Noah also preparing for the meditation. "Here goes nothing."

Back on The Armada Command Ship, Prince Vekar was standing in Lavira's lab, using a device to close the wound in his side as she went to fetch his armour.

As she came back in, she found him, stripped to the waist, sealing the wound with barely any trace of a whimper. She found her eyes drawn to the impressive musculature he had built up in his months of training, and her thoughts drifted away for a moment. She was only brought back to reality by a clatter as he threw the device onto a work bench.

"Lavira?" He asked her. "I asked you if the armour is ready!"

"Uh...yes, yes, of course, just this way." She told him. Prince Vekar followed her into another room. He smiled as he saw the outfit before him, mounted on a frame to hold it up and display it for him.

Lavira had truly outdone herself. It was the same design as his old armour, and she had even fashioned the new robes to go with it. He ran his fingers across its smooth surface, admiring the craftsmanship.

"Lavira..."

"I've perfected a new technique of smithing the metal I bought from a trader." She told him. "It's just as strong, but I managed to reduce the weight by 67 percent."

He was continuing to admire the armour and the robes. He didn't say anything, causing her to grow nervous. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Um...I thought that it would help your manoeuvrability and flexibility in battle. The robes are made of a special silk I developed that should help dissipate heat attacks..."

"This is magnificent!" He declared. "Truly you have created something worthy of my conquest!"

She watched as he started to unfasten his trousers.

"My Lord...?"

"Help me put it on!" He told her. "Quickly now!"

Lavira just gulped as he threw his pants across the room, before standing before the armour, waiting for her to begin. She went to the armour, staring into the reflective surface of the breast plate, catching sight of him as she started to unfasten the clasps.