"Driller!" Tommy hissed, the other Rangers gathering around him. "You've gone far enough!"
Driller whirled around to face the rangers and threw his head back in laughter. "Oh please, you pathetic bunch honestly think you can defeat me!" He shook his again, laughing harder.
Connor growled lightly and raced forward, swinging his staff over his head.
"Connor, no!" Tommy cried and raced after him.
With in seconds, Driller met the two rangers; his drill-like blade cut paths deep in the rangers. Conner growled, clutching his chest as he staggered back. Tommy slammed hard against the ground, and rolled to a stop at the Red Rangers feet.
"Energy Arrow!" Trent yelled, slicing the air with his sword.
"Not this time, Power Ranger!" Driller countered, waving his sword in defense. Each arrow struck the blade and absorbed into it. The sword burned a deep orange-yellow hue and steam started to rise from it. "Right back at you! Energy Arrow!"
Driller slashed his sword at the three rangers and nearly a dozen arrows slammed into them. They all flew back, slamming hard against the ground as the monster unleashed another volley of energy. Suddenly, Tommy appeared before them, deflecting them with quick sweeps of his staff. Conner raced in from the side, smashing away the drill sword with his staff and slammed his heel hard into the monsters leg.
Well, kind of.
Driller just threw his head back in laughter and then backhanded Conner away. He turned picked up his sword and turned his attention to the other rangers. But instead he was greeted by a glowing black-gold orb that exploded in his face. He hissed painfully, staggering back as he clawed at his face.
"Lets do it!" Trent cried, cutting the air a dozen times with his sword. With a quick flick of his wrist the arrows raced into Driller, exploding all around him.
Kira moved to attack but before she could Driller raced out of the smoke and slammed into their mentor. Tommy cried out pain as he slammed into Trent and fell into the fountain behind them. Trent slowly stumbled to his feet, but a quick, crushing boot had him skidding across the ground.
Kira jammed the Ptera grips into his shoulder and swung her leg up into a high kick. Driller easily blocked the attack and jammed his knuckles her into side. She cried out and staggered away, clutching her side. She looked up again, only catch a sweeping roundhouse to the face.
"Kira!" Conner cried, racing towards her. Driller made due to intercept him and thrust his sword towards him. A quick flick off his staff parried the attack but an unseen knee struck his side. He fell all the air leave his lungs as a brutal palm slammed against his check. "GUAH!1"
Driller threw his head back in laughter again and shook his head. "Pathetic! That's what you foolish Rangers are, PATHETIC!" He slammed his fist into Conner's helmet, sending him flipping to the ground. "You can't even stand against me! What makes you think you can stand against all mighty Master Vertox?"
Tommy struggled to his feet, leaning on the staff for support. "We will because we can…We can because we must…" He hissed, easing into stance. He held the staff out before him, glaring and hissing. "Prepare to be defeated!"
"Something's got to be done!" Hayley cried, tapping the keys rather quickly. She brought up some weapon schematics but Billy shook his head.
"Its untested. We can't power up their weapons and then risk the powers failing when they need it the most." He countered, wiping away the designs.
Kimberly had turned back to the crystal, her eyes and mind draw to its marvelous beauty. For a moment everything around her went back and the only thing she saw was the pink glow of the crystal.Suddenly, it flashed and she was forced to cover her eyes.
"I see you have finally come." The voice said from the glowing crystal.
Kimberly moved her arm away and was surprised to see a man standing before her. He looked old, in his late eighties at least. But he wore a pure black robe with a white collar. Resting on his right hand was…a morpher? The man let out a small smile before taking a step towards her.
"You may call me Raj, but you know be another name." He said, his old, wrinkled lips curled into a wider smile. Something about that smile just seemed so familiar; so loving; so caring. But she just couldn't put her finger on it…
"So what do you want with me?" She asked calmly, glancing over the beings shoulder at the crystal.
"Precisely with what you are looking at." Raj said, holding on his hand. The crystal now rested in his wrinkly palm. He raised his other hand, opening it as well. A morpher rested within in, covered with the head of a Crane.
"My time is up for being a Power Ranger." Kimberly sighed, closing the man's hands. "I can't do it anymore. It's time for Tommy and the others to do it."
Raj smiled and stubbornly opened his hands. "Kimberly, you saw it for yourself. The Dino Rangers can't…won't win. You feel it in your heart; the sorrow, the pain they feel. Tommy, your love, your life, will die at the hands of that menace."
Kimberly eyed his suspicious, but she knew his words held truth. "How do you know? Perhaps they'll come back and suddenly win? They always do."
He smiled lightly again, shaking his head. "I have foreseen it, Pink Crane. Tommy and the others will fall at the hands of Driller and Vertox will control the Earth with an iron fist."
Kimberly looked down at the crystal and morpher; her days as a ranger flooding her mind again. Her and the other rangers had stood up to Tommy and saved the world. They had fought the newly arrived Lord Zedd with everything they had; gaining new powers and zords until she passed them on. The old days returned to her memories and for a second she could feel an all to familiar energy race through her veins. It was the Crane; the guiding Ninja power that had lit her path back to Tommy.
She didn't need to touch the Crystal for it was already around her wrist. She looked up at the old man and smiled beneath her helmet.
"Goodbye my Child." He said, two strong, old hands resting on her shoulders. "May the Power Protect you, Kimberly."
All human's experienced some sort of pain in their life. Whether it be through a bloody nose, a cut, or the death of a loved one, pain was part of being human. But getting thoroughly annihilated by some piece space junk was just ridiculous.
The pain flooded Tommy's body as he made a desperate attempt to stand. Driller simply cracked him in the leg, sending him racing to the ground again.
"HAHAHA! What foolish, pathetic rangers you are!" Driller chuckled, squeezing the end of his sword. "You can't even stand up to me!"
Tommy growled, glaring daggers at the monster before him. He wanted to move, but it hurt to even try. It hurt to blink, or even breath. The pain was becoming too much; over taking his senses. He shot a glance at the other Rangers, seeing them in worse shape. Trent had slowly gathered himself up, but stumbled and fell to his knees again. Conner and Ethan looked to be unconscious – their forms lay unmoving against the fountain.
Kira didn't seem to be enjoying herself anymore then they were. Her suit was marred with dirt and her right shoulder was limp at her side. Tommy smiled lightly beneath his mask at her strength and courage. Even after being completely decimated she still stood. Tommy growled, slowly pushing himself up. Pain raced through his legs and back, and his knuckles cracked as he gripped the staff again.
But then…something happened. Driller seemed scared, his face contorted in fear. The rangers watched as he stumbled backwards, looking ready to scream. Suddenly a pink-white arrow raced between them and slammed into Driller's sword. A flash of light burned the rangers eyes and they fell back. An explosion rocked the city streets as Driller's painful cry echoed into the sky.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." The voice said, wrapping its arms around Tommy's shoulder. The figure drew him up and he lifted his head to gaze at the friend or foe.
And his jaw dropped.
There, standing before him was another Dino Ranger. It's suit very similar to that of Kira's, except it was pink. Its helmet looked to be that of the crane and in its hand was a bow; a bow forged from wood that had traces of energy racing through its very design.
"I think it's time we finished him, handsome." The Pink Ranger said, resting a gentle hand against his mask. "I think it's time we finish him together…as a team."
Tommy watched as the ranger sank down to her knees, shaking Ethan and Trent away. A smile crossed his lips and tears threatened to spill. It really was her; it was no illusion or some figment created by his over active imagination. It was Kimberly Hart, his one true love, back in uniform again.
"Conner, wake up." Kira said, shaking him lightly. She smiled when he swatted his hand in front of her face and then groaned. "Wake up, sunshine, we've got work to do."
Another groan escaped him as his head rocked forward. "Ahm…where in God's name am I?" he groaned, slowly being pulled to his feet. He leaned against Kira's shoulder, looking towards the fallen Driller. He too was approaching back to reality and it wouldn't be long before it delivered another devastating attack.
Kira smiled, squeezing his shoulder lightly. She didn't know how, or didn't know why, but she loved him. Even now, amidst their most deadly battle yet, she felt warm inside with his arms around her. Suddenly, he cleared his throat, shaking her back to reality.
"Lets finish this." She said, raising her weapon. "Put it together?"
Conner gazed at her for a moment and then nodded his head. "Alright guy's, lets finish this! Put it together!" he shouted, twisting the staff in his hands.
Suddenly, the newest ranger offer up her weapon. Conner gazed the Ranger but when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked back to see Dr. O. He gave a simple nod and raised his staff.
Within moments the newest weapon had been created; the bow held the power of the staff curved around it. On the sides rested the Ptera grips while the Brachio Staff and Drago-Sword rested atop it. Beneath the bow was Ethan's shield, serving as the trigger.
"BEGONE!" The rangers cried as the yellow-orange sphere exploded from the weapons. Driller made only one last move before an explosion ripped through his body.
He screamed.