POWER RANGERS OMEGA
Series Premiere: From Ashes and The Sea
The silence of the darkened room is shattered by the sounds of yelling. Suddenly, light begins flickering, briefly illuminating a person in its warm yellow glow. "Haaaaaaaa!!!!" The scream resonates against the barren walls as now the entire room is bathed in the yellow luminescence. Several seconds pass, and the light fades, plunging the room back into darkness.
"Maurice," ventures Trini, still wary about interrupting the young man during one of his training sessions. Although closer to fifty than she'd like to admit, the original Yellow Ranger still embodied a beauty that females many years her junior could not obtain. The battle scarred youth turns around and in four steady strides, stands before her.
"Yes?" he inquires, conveying neither sarcasm nor sincerity.
"Kim just wanted to know if you and Tommy would go out for supplies."
Popping his neck he replies, "Of course. After I shower, bring me a list and the kid and I will attend to it then." Walking past her, he exits the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
Omega sits upon his throne of gold and obsidian, his head bowed in consternation. For the last three years, his attempts of ridding the world of the last two Rangers had proven fruitless. Even his two best agents, Lion Heart and Silver Guardian were unable to produce the desired result. Granted, the Rangers' newly rediscovered ability to teleport complicated matters, but even that should not have allowed them to continue breathing this long. Lifting his head, his cobalt gaze drifts over to the monitor observing Professor Brendan's laboratory.
"Professor," his low baritone voice booms through the transmitter.
On the receiving end, the Professor looks up from his computer. "Yes Omega?" a hint of annoyance permeating his voice.
"When will that new device of yours be operational?"
"Soon, perhaps another 72 hours if uninterrupted."
"Do I detect insolence in your voice Professor?"
"Of course not my lord. May I be excused now?"
"You may." He cuts the signal and returns to his thoughts.
Tommy stares vacantly out of the passenger window. The destruction surrounding him no longer disturbed his sleep as it once had. Miles upon miles of wasteland accompanied them on their silent journey to New Hope, perhaps the one true monument left to attest to the indomitable human spirit.
New Hope arose from the ashes of Los Angeles. Boasting the world's only fully recovered city, the Rangers make certain that it remains intact. Although not the expansive metropolis it once was, New Hope also has the distinction for most citizens at just over 500,000.
As the truck approaches the billboard advertising the city limits, Tommy takes the opportunity to break the accustomed silence with a question.
"Do you think things will ever get better?" Maurice eases on the brake, slowing bringing the truck to a stop.
"What brought about that inquiry?" he asks, turning to face his young partner.
"It's just that every time we come here, I feel that there may just be hope for this world after all. But once we leave, that hope diminishes as I realize that for all the progress made, Omega can easily destroy this city and countless others."
"It's a reality we must face and endure with each passing hour. We are entrusted with bringing about his final and complete defeat. Right now, there is no room for second guessing our abilities or the hope that we will put an end to his reign." He tosses the young man a quick smirk. "Now shut up and let's get those supplies." Tommy smiles despite his mood and the two of them drive the truck into the city.
"Praying Mantis?" inquires Kimberly, leaning against the doorway as she watches Trini complete a kata routine.
"My favorite style," she replies, turning around to greet her long time friend. The two females had been friends even before they had been chosen by Zordon to combat the evil forces too powerful for normal law enforcement to handle. 30 years tested their friendship and yet it endured as though they had only met recently.
Sitting on the couch, Trini stretches her legs out and crosses them on the coffee table. Kimberly sits beside her and curls her legs into her body as the two of them opt to watch a movie to pass the remaining time before the boys would return. Just before the disc is inserted into the viewer, a news broadcast stops Trini from pressing the play button.
"…I repeat, a group of soldiers has attacked an armored truck with a shipment of microprocessors. The guards are holding their own for the moment, but it appears they will soon be overpowered." Trini looks over at Kimberly, who is already attempting to locate Maurice's frequency.
"That's the last box," Tommy says, stacking the box of frozen meat atop the others in the refrigerated area of the truck. "What else is on the list?" He jumps down and lands next to Maurice, who quickly scans the list.
"Two more items." His sentence is cut short by the beeping emanating from his communicator. "What's up?" he inquires, bringing his wrist to his mouth.
"The two of you are needed in Houston, like 10 minutes ago."
"On our way. Maurice out." He lowers his arm. "Well kid, it's that time again." He presses a button on his key chain and arms the truck's theft deterrent device. Making certain that no one is observing them, Maurice nods.
Nodding in return, Tommy reaches behind his back and retrieves his morpher, a slightly renovated version of his father's original. Thrusting it forward, he yells "Dragon Zord!!!" Instantly, an aura of green surrounds him as his clothing is replaced with the molded green Kevlar like material that protects his body from the majority of attacks he encounters in the field. The familiar helmet from his father's original costume completes the transformation, which lasts perhaps eight-tenths of a second.
Twisting his wrist slightly, a small wrist mounted processor materializes on each of Maurice's forearms. Crossing his arms over his chest in an "X" the two processors click together then shine a brilliant light. A suit much like Tommy's appears on Maurice only his is as dark as midnight. Dialing in the coordinates on the miniature computer, Black Ranger and Green Ranger teleport to the city of Houston, Texas, one of many larger cities attempting to recover and duplicate New Hope's gains.
The soldiers cease their mindless beating of the two semi-conscious guards and turn to greet their guests.
"Enough," Black Ranger states bluntly, slamming his fist into the helmet of one of the soldiers. Even as the plastic cracks, Black Ranger swings his leg into a sidekick that knocks down another soldier. Meanwhile, Green Ranger somersaults into the air and drives both feet into another soldier's chest. Flipping back to his feet, he spin sweeps another, and using his momentum, stands and slams his heel into the side of yet another soldier's head. Turning around, he stomps the head of the soldier he swept, ensuring that he would not cause trouble for the rest of the battle. Black Ranger plants his foot on the stomach of one of the remaining four soldiers and uses it to propel his knee into the side of said soldier's chin. As the soldier collapses, Black Ranger turns and ducks, catching a kick across his shoulder. Absorbing the shock from the blow, he pulls the soldier into a split. Maurice then proceeds to smash the soldier's helmet with his leg. Green Ranger back elbows one soldier, jump kicks another, and while in mid-air, turns and punches the first soldier in the throat. Black Ranger blocks the punches and kicks thrown by the last two soldiers. Catching the leg of one, he swings the soldier into his companion, knocking him off balance. Still holding onto the soldier's leg, Black Ranger jerks the soldier into a stiff clothesline. He catches the last soldier's punch and pushes his forearm back into his chest. Lashing out with his foot, he drives the heel of his boot into the soldier's sternum. Green Ranger lands next to him after a high somersault.
"You jump too much," Black Ranger comments, releasing the arm of the fallen soldier.
"You're just jealous because you can't do it as well as me." Green Ranger walks over to one of the guards regaining his composure. "You okay?" he asks, extending his hand. The groggy guard accepts the hand and is helped to his feet.
"Fine. Thanks for the save. These microprocessors are vital for Houston's restoration."
Maurice inspects the inside of the storage truck.
"Nothing appears to be damaged," he states, gripping the side of the overturned vehicle. Tommy turns and grips it as well. Soon, the truck is back on all four wheels. "Take care of yourselves." Maurice and Tommy teleport away, leaving the guards to their work.
"Damn it!" yells Professor Brendan, reading the results of his latest reconnaissance. All nine of his colleague's hypnotized henchmen were unconscious and the microprocessors were well on their way to Simpson Inc. "I should have sent one of my creations. Incompetent humans." Stalking over to one of the twelve containment units adorning the back wall of his laboratory, he notes the status of the being within. "You'll do nicely, my child." A sinister smile curls the corners of his lips as he races back to his computer and begins frantically keying in logistics.
"Hi there," Green Ranger says, addressing the cute young girl standing next to their truck.
"You're a Power Ranger," she states bluntly. "I hate you." She throws a rock. Tommy takes a step back after the rock glances harmlessly off his armor. The little girl runs off.
"It's to be expected," Black Ranger comments, placing his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Many people share her view. Many believe it to be our fault for the deaths of their family members. All we can do is what we do best."
"I understand." He lifts his head and looks around. "All clear by the way." The two of them convert back to their civilian attire. Climbing back into the truck the two of them begin the long journey back home.
The ebon skinned young man sits cross-legged in a shadowy corner of his room. His emotionless gaze directed at the floor, his mind is overwhelmed with thoughts of the war that raged throughout his life. To sacrifice one's soul is not the easiest of decisions and he had done so as if it were the most commonplace of things. A small smile distorts his features into more of a caricature of himself as he places a hand on the ground and stands to his full height.
"Silver," crackles the p.a. system located just above his head. "The master wishes an audience with you." The smile leaves his face as he extends his palm out. A faint silvery glow begins extending from his palm. The glow soon becomes wisps of light and shoot back at him. Moments later, a full body metallic armor covers him and he exits the room.
Tommy easily carries a box of meat on each shoulder and walks the six or seven steps to the nearest cabinet. Setting them down, he wipes a few beads of perspiration from his forehead. As if reading his mind, Trini tosses him and ice cold bottle of water. Placing it against his head, he smiles.
"Thanks sexy lady." He uncaps it and downs the bottle's contents in three gulps.
"Watch your mouth. I'm too old to be sexy." She smiles back at him and begins stocking the walk-in freezer. Maurice exits as she enters, giving her a low humph to acknowledge her presence.
"Is that everything?" Maurice questions the young man.
"Yep. All we need to do now is catalogue and inventory it all."
"Then my services are not needed at the moment. I'll be back in a few hours."
"Where are you disappearing to now?" inquires Kimberly, who just entered the kitchen.
"None of you concern. I do as I please, when I please." Turning, he flings his jacket over his bare shoulder and exits.
"What's with him?" Kimberly asks bitterly.
"You know how he gets sometimes," Trini replies.
"Doesn't excuse him from showing a little respect." Kimberly.
"Yeah, you have a point there," she replies, removing the wrapper from a banana pudding cup.
"Do you understand your mission?" queries Omega, looking down from his throne upon the statue-still Silver Guardian.
"Yes sire. Fight with the Rangers while the robot retrieves the microprocessors."
"Good. Now go." Silver Guardian bows, then fades away into the darkness.
"Okay class, remember that tomorrow is our vocabulary exam. And that's it for today. Bye kids."
"Bye Miss Edwards," the class responds in unison. They all rise from their desks, engaging in small chatter as they each make their exit. Billy, one of the smaller students, tugs on her waistband. Bending down, Keisha kisses the child on the forehead and watches as he smiles before leaving.
"You know you're good with them." Keisha turns around to find Maurice draped in his full-length leather jacket leaning against the doorway nonchalantly.
"Excuse me sir, but do I know you?" she replies sarcastically, turning away from him and shuffling a pile of papers on the corner of her desk.
"Cute." He unfolds his arms and walks over to her. "How have you been?"
Whirling around quickly, she finds herself face to face with him. "So you're suddenly concerned with my welfare. How long has it been this time? Two years?"
"Eighteen months, two weeks, three days, thirteen hours, and fifteen seconds to be exact."
"Always the comedian." Backing away from him, she sits on her desk and crosses her legs, her skirt riding up just enough to expose her knees. Maurice looks his friend over. Every opportunity he got to see her confused him about why he did not visit more often. Suddenly, he feels a sting across his cheek. Instinctively his hand touches the spot and he realizes that he had just been slapped. She prepares to slap him again, but centimeters from impact, he catches her wrist.
"The first one stung." He rubs her palm against his face and her own features soften somewhat and eventually a smile adorns her face.
"Why did you wait so long this time?"
"Duty calls. Reconstruction is slow with all the attacks. If it weren't for the Power Rangers…" She silences him with her finger.
"Please, let's not discuss them right now. I know they're protecting us from Omega, but for some reason I can't seem to trust them."
"Understandable." He leans closer and hugs her.
Tommy stands at the edge of the docks devoid of his uniform. Holding the Dragon Dagger in the palms of both hands, he kneels. "Father, I miss you so much." The dagger glows as if infused with his father's spirit. "I will avenge you. I swear it."
The view atop the brand new edifice is breathtaking. Even the Silver Guardian concedes to this observation. What city am I in, he inquires of himself. He randomly picked a locale for his battle against the Rangers. Unsheathing his Silver Saber, he directs the blade towards the diminishing sunlight, allowing the reflection to blind anyone looking in his vicinity.
"Omega wishes you to prepare the Cyclotron for operation." Professor Brendan looks up from his computer and glares at the bestial Lion Heart.
"When does he need it?"
"Standing by." The man-beast exits the room, his cape wafting dramatically behind him.
Trini looks up from her cup of coffee, a wistful look gracing her face.
Ever since she first donned a power suit, her senses somehow became attuned to the evil present in the world. Throughout the years, she had honed it to detect the location of more potent evils such as monsters, robots, and humans with strong life forces. Now, that gift washes over her.
"Trouble."
Miles away, Maurice sits on the ledge of the fountain outside in the courtyard. Next to him, Keisha rests her head on his shoulder and thinks of days since passed. Suddenly, a faint beeping sound arouses her from her reminiscing.
"What is it?" she inquires, not moving her head from his shoulder.
"Trouble at the store. I have to go." He caresses the top of her head and attempts to stand, but she quickly wraps her arms around him.
"Promise me that you'll come back before another eighteen months passes."
Maneuvering in order to look her in the eyes, he responds, "I promise." Her grip slackens and he casually walks away from her back through the door leading into the hallway of the apartment building. Once out of site, he ducks into a closet, where he answers the distress signal, morphs, and teleports to the site of the disturbance.
A hidden smile graces the masked features of the Silver Guardian as his guest materializes behind him.
"About time you showed up," he remarks, his blade still trained in the same direction it had been earlier. The golden ball of light has since descended beyond the horizon and their battlefield atop the building is illuminated by the faint glow of lights scattered amongst the ledges. Turning to face the Black Ranger, Silver Guardian places the blade of his saber across his shoulder.
"Nice to see you too Silver," the Black Ranger responds, folding his arms across his chest. "Mind explaining to me why you're here in the middle of New Jersey?"
"So that's where we are. Not that it matters where since any place I get to fight you is as good as any." Bringing his blade down to his side, he strikes a stance. "Care to dance with me Ranger?"
"Never was much of a dancer, so how about I just kick your ass. Power Sword!" The legendary sword materializes in his grasp and in the space of a heartbeat, the two swords clash against one another for the first, then second time. Somersaulting back, Silver springs forward with a thrust that is avoided. The Black Ranger counters with a wide arcing slash. Silver swings his arm back, catching the blow on the side of his saber. He then throws a roundhouse kick that grazes the Ranger's shoulder. The Black Ranger takes a step back and then readies himself as Silver twirls his sword in an attempt to mask his true intent.
Tommy stands patiently over Trini's shoulder as she keys in the code that will reinitialize the subroutine that connected the Dragon Dagger to the Dragon Zord.
"How much longer?" the young man complains, anxious to test out his father's old Zord.
"Patience. This is very delicate. Zordon created these machinations many centuries ago. Some of the coding has been lost. Why don't you go help fight the Silver Guardian?"
"And ruin Maurice's fun? The guy lives to fight Silver. Besides, he'd kick my butt if I interfere."
"Then get that butt of yours to Houston," interjects Kimberly, poking her head through the doorway of the room the group used as a command post. "Apparently our scanners were being blocked and this robot has infiltrated the high security complex where those microprocessors you guys rescued earlier are being held."
"Consider me there. Dragon Zord!" The moment he is clad in his dark green armor, the Green Ranger teleports as close to the Robot as possible.
Hell Cat, one of Professor Brendan's favorite creations, stands seven feet tall. Razor sharp talons capable of slicing through nearly any substance comprised its primary arsenal, but standard optical lasers accompanied them. Green Ranger lands a solid kick to the robot's head, yet the robot barely registers the assault.
"So you're ignoring me, huh. Okay, have it your way." Grabbing the robot by one of its legs, he tugs on it, bringing the robot crashing to the floor. Holding on, Green Ranger spins as fast as he can, until his momentum allows him to lift the six or so hundred pound robot several inches from the ground. As he releases it, he falls back as the robot plows through a solid concrete wall as if it were made from paper.
Shaking the disorientation from his head, Green Ranger runs over to the hole, dagger drawn. "What the…" His astonishment is trumped by greater surprise when he feels an iron clad grip around his ankle. In the short duration between Green Ranger getting up and checking the damage, Hell Cat had managed to burrow under him and latch on the grip. Retrieving his blaster, Green Ranger fires several blasts into Hell Cat's wrist until it finally relinquishes its grip. "Maybe I should have went with Maurice," he remarks, limping away from the emergence of Hell Cat.
As if every other sound in the immediate area were muted, the repeated clash of metal is deafening. A diagonal slash mark stretching from shoulder blade to just above his waistline reveals the mahogany skin of the Black Ranger. A small dent in the abdomen of the Silver Guardian divulges that he had been stabbed with considerable force to dent the alloy that comprised his suit. Several minutes drag on like hours. For every blocked or countered thrust or parry, a foot or fist would find its mark on the other opponent. Suddenly, the Silver Guardian holds out his hand.
"Wait. Hear that?"
"Quit stalling. What are you talking about?" Black Ranger maintains his stance.
"Listen." In the distance, a faint rumble can be heard. Activating his scanners, Black Ranger notes the cause of the rumbling, which grows louder each moment.
"A robot."
"A big one. Well, guess that cuts our battle short. Hope you have a Zord to fight that thing off. Until next time." The Silver Guardian glows intensely than vanishes.
"Not good. Not good at all." He can now discern some of the robot's features. One large optical receptor is set in its forehead. Several silo-like openings garnish its forearms. Everything else is hidden behind the few skyscrapers left. "Now of never. I just wish I had a chance to test it out." The Power Sword dematerializes, and he keys in a password on his gauntlet. "Arise Black Dragon Zord."
Beneath layers of magma within a subterranean lair, the Thunder Zord once controlled by Jason lies dormant no more. Revitalized and redesigned, the Red Dragon Thunder Zord is now obsidian black. Ruby eyes flicker open as if the Dragon is awakening from an imposed slumber. A low growl shakes loose stalactites and other sediment not firmly entrenched. The growl exudes a power far too long suppressed and prepared to utilize once more. Arching its neck, the massive head splits the surface, allowing streams of molten rock to rain upon its exoskeleton. Slowly, the creature stands on all fours, then its hind legs, using the forelegs to pull itself free. Shaking off the molten rock as if droplets of water, it roars once more before taking flight.
Green Ranger bounces off the rear wall of the vault as Hell Cat hefts the ton of bent steel the once was the door above its head. As if no burden at all, the contorted entrance is flung at the prone Ranger. Moments before impact, he is teleported away.
"What, where?" Tommy babbles, holding his head. He looks around and finds himself lying on the couch, still dressed with the exception of his helmet.
"The robot has to wait. We have more pressing matters." Trini helps the young man into a seated position.
"More like bigger troubles," Kimberly corrects, directing Tommy's attention to the monitor.
Engaged in battle are two huge mechanical monsters. One obviously the redesigned Red Dragon Thunder Zord that Maurice had been working on and the other one of Omega's creations. The cyclopean robot has the upper hand, pummeling the Dragon Zord with punches that obviously were jarring Maurice within the cockpit.
"Is it ready?" Tommy asks, reaching for his helmet on the coffee table.
"As ready as I can have it," Trini replies.
"Okay then. Guess it's time to save the world." He stumbles a few steps and the two ladies catch him.
"You sure you're up to it."
"Of course. I'm a Power Ranger and I will not dishonor my father's legacy by giving in to a few scrapes and a small concussion." He forces himself to stand erect and teleports to the docks of former Angel Grove.
"He is his father's son," Kimberly says aloud, tears threatening to leave her eyes. Trini wraps a supportive arm around her old friend.
The wharf had seen better days. Not since the days of the evil Green Ranger had it been so ravaged. Green Ranger limps to the edge of a building for all the docks and platforms that had been destroyed were still under construction. Taking several deep, cleansing breaths, he removes the dagger from its sheathe. The mouth peace of his helmet retracts and reveals his lips. Rehearsing the notes mentally, he begins playing the tune that hopefully would restore one of the most powerful Zords back to action.
Although fighting at nearly 123% of its potential since transforming to its warrior mode, the Black Dragon Zord is still being handed a series of blows that nearly render Black Ranger unconscious. His entire offense consisted of two well placed punches that staggered the other robot and a kick that grounded it for less than twenty seconds, not even long enough to gain back enough composure to initiate a follow up strategy. An overhead smash sends the Black Dragon Zord crashing into the concrete, triggering a small seismic disturbance. The Cyclotron stomps on the lower back of the Black Dragon, sending shockwaves that toss Black Ranger back and forth like a crash test dummy.
With dry lips and sore throat, Tommy plays the melody one last time. Just like the twenty-three previous times, nothing occurs. Not even the smallest spray of seawater signifying that even fish were present. Collapsing from exhaustion, he sits, pondering what to do.
"Only one alternative." Struggling to his feet, he concentrates, and then leaps from the building, breaking the surface of the still waters feet first.
Reverting back to Dragon Mode, Black Dragon Zord peppers the Cyclotron with quick bursts of fire, hoping to at least gain some ground in the battle. The flames do little but conceal it from view for moments at a time. Cyclotron accepts the flames as if they were a gift. With reflexes much too quick for Black Dragon Zord's sensors to detect, its tail is grabbed by Cyclotron.
"Damn it. I can't shake it." Black Ranger diverts power to the primary and secondary boosters to little avail. He succeeds in dragging the robot along with him, but its grip is as tight as before. It is then he realizes the robot is only using one hand. An inhuman laugh resonates through the Zord as the other hand grasps hold and begins spinning the Zord faster and faster. The G-forces nearly crush the wind out of Black Ranger's lungs as he has no other alternative but to teleport out. He lands several buildings away, watching as his Zord crashes through a building and plows through several feet of pavement before coming to a stop.
Tommy sits in the cockpit of the Dragon Zord. His helmet rests on the console as he sucks down as much precious oxygen as his lungs will allow. The swim taxed his body to the point that he nearly blacked out from oxygen deprivation. Taking a few moments to orient himself, he initiates the manual boot up routine and prays for a miracle.
"I've got to be out of my mind," Black Ranger admonishes himself, running back towards the fallen Zord. Cyclotron, bored with an inactive opponent, had begun a rampage heading directly for the inhabited areas of the city. Running with speed unbeknownst to him, Black Ranger reaches the Zord and climbs inside. It roars back to life and instantly, he commands it to fly head first at full throttle into the small of the Cyclotron's back. Moments later, the jarring impact of the blow sends the robot face first into the pavement. Black Ranger blinks away the white threatening to overtake his sight. Switching to Warrior Mode, he quickly descends upon the robot, which is only to one knee, and begins laying in punch after punch, staggering the mechanized beast and keeping it momentarily off balance. A final blow knocks the Cyclotron's right hand off as it attempts to block.
"What the hell?" Black Ranger exclaims, noticing that the hands will no longer respond to his commands. "System froze. How could I be so careless? So stupid!" He slams his hands across the console and the lights dim. The inhumane laughter of the Cyclotron returns him from his pity party as it pummels the Zord with its one good hand. Black Dragon Zord falls once more, this time for good as all systems are stalled. Just as Cyclotron approaches the fallen Zord, several rockets strike it in the head, pitching it forward into another headfirst dive into the pavement.
Three blocks away, the original Dragon Zord roars in anticipation to finish off their opponent.
"You okay in there?" inquires Green Ranger, already arming another rocket assault.
"Just peachy. I can't move."
"Then let me finish this." Ten steps later, the Dragon Zord has covered the space separating it from the fray. Blocking a punch from the now standing Cyclotron, it counters with a slash across the chest. Jumping up, the Zord drives its entire weight into Cyclotron's chest. Pinning the creature down, Dragon Zord bites down on Cyclotron's neck, ripping it open and exposing complex networks of circuitry. Arming the missiles, it fires them point blank into the orifice. The explosion rocks every building to its foundation in a three-block radius. Unscathed, the Dragon Zord stands and shoulders the Black Dragon Zord.
"I thought they'd all been annihilated." If Omega were capable of conveying facial expressions, disgust and utter animosity would be prevalent. "Brendan! You had better get to work on a superior model right away." Omega rises from his throne and in a rare outburst, fires a dark sphere of energy that crashes through several walls of his tower before making its exit and destroying a mountain range in the distance. "Much better." He sits back down and ponders what his next move should be.
"Now where did he go?" Kimberly asks, setting the pan of meatloaf in the center of the table. Before her hands even release the pan's sides, Tommy is already cutting out a portion. "A little hungry aren't we?"
"Haven't eaten all day." He begins stuffing his mouth with the dish. "This. Is. Gotta. Be. The. Best. Meatloaf. Ever," he says between bites.
Maurice yawns. Four hours ago, he had begun working on repairing and modifying his Zord. Wiping the dampness from his brow, he places the omni-tool on the workbench and walks over to the service elevator. Ascending to the level even with the Black Dragon Zord's eyes, he peers into them, as if searching the artificial beast's soul in order to better understand his own.
Once again devoid of his suit, the Silver Guardian sits alone in his corner. At his feet is a plain manila folder, its contents strewn across the floor.
"You are a fool," he says just above a whisper, alluding to his current master. "These two will topple you and I will be united with my family once more." Resting just out of reach of his left hand is a picture of a beautiful caramel colored woman with raven black hair dressed in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. Sitting in her lap is a chubby little boy with wisps of black hair on his hair. Standing next to her is a slightly older boy, his grin wide and displaying his teeth.
THE END, For Now.
Next Time on Power Rangers: Omega – Tommy continues in his attempts to awaken the Dragon Zord with just the flute. Meanwhile, Maurice must resuce Keisha after Tigress abducts her. Stay tuned for the next exiting episode of Power Rangers: Omega.