Summary: Trent continues his battle against Omega and the 7 Beta Rangers, but will his power alone be enough?

A/N: Ohh… it's getting so good XP We find out who the black cloaked one's are. Can you figure out who Omega is?

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Trent moved to the right as the passed by. He threw a vicious kick into the oncoming Beta Ranger and whirled around with a thunderous wheel kick to another. The Drago Sword flashed twice and two more went down. Energy gathered in his palm and he turned, sending a bolt of energy through another three.

"You maybe able to dispatch the Beta Rangers easily, but you will find me a much more difficult opponent." Omega hissed and fell into stance. Trent glared, squeezing the blade tighter. That stance looked familiar. Suddenly Omega charged forward, launching forward into a thrust kick. Trent slapped it away and stabbed towards his chest. Omega ducked, letting the blade slip over and thrust him hard twice in the ribs.

Trent staggered away, clutching his side. He whirled the sword high over his head and slashed down hard. Omega met him blade for blade and clutched his wrist, pulling him closer. "You…will not defeat me, W-White Ranger…" He hissed and threw him back. Omega charged again and stabbed twice, cutting across the Rangers stomach. Golden sparks splashed against Omega, singing his cloak.

A twist later and Trent whirled through the air, slamming against the concrete floor. Pain rushed through his shoulder and arm as he rolled to his other side. The suit absorbed most of the impact, but he could still feel a great deal of pain. Trent gasped and rolled away as the white boot descended. It crashed against the floor, splintering it and brought his other down. Trent rolled and kipped-up before falling into a sweep kick.

Omega gasped and found himself back first against the floor, dazed. He moaned loudly and gasped, hearing Trents loud, animalistic scream. His eyes shot open and rolled away quickly as the Drago Sword buried into the ground. Omega slowly stood, his eyes narrowing beneath the mask. Trent looked up at his foe, let go of the sword and fell into the stance.

Suddenly, blue-white lightning erupted within the warehouse and Trent found himself consumed by its energy. Lightning raced across his body and through his muscles, sending him into wild, jerking spasms. Another bolt struck his back and he could feel his skin burn. Another struck him hard in the face, the force whip-lashing his head back. A last bolt struck him dead in the sternum and carried him into the nearby wall.

"Darius!" Omega hissed, turning on his master.

Darius peered down at Omega from the elevated platform and ached a white brow. At his side was a magnificent sword; the hilt curved slightly with a long, arching blade. It, too, was white, but the handle was an eerie black; almost as if it was a lot. Darius moved down the stairs and into the center of the room. Trent struggled to his feet, but the racked his body with each thought; each movement. Darius shook his head and glanced back at Omega.

"Go." He said simply.

"What!" Omega barked, stepping forward, fists clenched. Suddenly, a chain of blue-white lightning slammed into and through is body. Omega cried out, feeling his very blood begin to boil. Suddenly, it stopped. He collapsed to both knees, panting hard.

"I said, Go." Darius repeated and turned to Trent. "I will deal with this pathetic Ranger myself."

Omega fell forward and vanished in a sphere of white light. It moved up and through the window before vanishing completely. Darius moved forward, his sword in one hand, Trents in the other. He stood on shaky knee's now, staring at the approaching Darius with glazed over eyes.

"Trent Mercer?" Darius said coldly, throwing the sword into Trents hands. "I have a message for your father, Anton Mercer."

Trent clutched his blade tightly and fell to one knee, trying to hold a defensive posture. Darius just sneered and shook his head.

"Tell your Father that his time is coming." Darius whispered and knelt down, squeezing Trents throat tightly. "And it when it does…his glory days shall raise again…"

Trent slapped the hand away and sliced hard across the olds man chest. He staggered back as the White One moved forward, striking out with a quick X-Slash. Darius roared with angry and smashed the blade out of Trents hands, sending flying through the air and against the wall. His own blade raised and fell, catching Trent across the helmet and chest. He whirled, cutting across his stomach and legs, finishing with a thrust kick. Trent slammed against the wall and fell to both knees; the energy leaving him.

"Fool." Darius hissed and sent a chain of lightning into his body. The last thing Trent heard was his painful screams. Then, everything went dark…

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Trent stirred with a moan and clutched the sheets tightly. Pain rushed through his arms and legs as squirmed against the bed. Two gentle hands pushed against his shoulders, holding him against the bed. His eyes flickered open to see Kira leaning over him. Tears trickled down her cheek as she shook her head. Conner stood behind her, his eyes full of worry.

"Be still, Trent." He said, resting a hand on his shoulder. "You still haven't recovered yet."

"W-what..." He clutched his head lightly slowly sitting up, despite the gentle urges not to. He sighed and twitched, feeling the pain rush through his lower back. "What…happened?"

Kira hugged Conner close as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. "We were hoping you could tell us."

Trent sighed, slowly moving off the bed. He stood slowly, his legs still shaking. "T-the last t-thing I remember…was being struck down Darius." He said, shaking his head of the cobwebs. "My dad…had me check out…his factory…something about bones."

Tommy exchanged glances with Conner. "What happened when you arrived?"

The White One was silent for a moment, running a hand through his course, black hair. "I went to the building and I found the security guards dead…" He began, turning to face them. He winced, clutching his shoulder right shoulder. He could feel the bruise on it. "…they were slain by Beta Rangers."

Tommy's eyes narrowed deeply. "Beta Rangers?"

Trent nodded crisply. "Yeah, Royal Guards to an Omega…I would presume Omega Ranger." He sighed heavily and winced again, an arm clutching his chest. It hurt to breathe. "I fought Omega…and he's…he's no push over. It was a pretty descent stand of…that is until his boss arrived."

"Is that Darius you spoke of?" Conner asked, rubbing Kira's back gently. She smiled softly and just leaned against him.

Trent nodded. "Yeah…he's…powerful. One blast of lightning put Omega to the floor." He glanced at Tommy. "If it wasn't for the power upgrade Billy and Hayley gave us, I'd be dead."

Tommy glanced at Conner, not looking at all pleased. He met the gaze at then glanced at Trent.

"How long was out?" He asked, sitting down in a near by chair. His head throbbed painfully.

"About two days." Conner answered as Kira glanced at Trent now. "I'm just glad you are alive."

Trent chuckled and moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. Out for two days? Just how long had this Darius tortured him for when he was unconscious? Trent sighed, rubbing his head lightly and then his weary eyes. "Is it possible if I can get some food?" Trent whispered, glancing up at Tommy. He nodded and turned to leave the room. "Conner…have you heard anything from my dad?"

He nodded lightly. "Yeah, he went back to his work and cleaned up the mess made. When he got there, he said the bones where gone." Kira moved away and left the room to help Tommy. "He's coming up here later today to check on you."

Trent sighed and nodded his head. "So I failed then…" He whispered and stood slowly.

"No." Conner answered, moving to help his friend. "You did what was requested of you; even took out a few of our enemies in the process."

Trent shook his head, sighing. "Darius is much more powerful then his underling, Omega. I don't know how many attacks this guy has…but I've only see him use one so far; lightning." Conner could see the pain written across his friends face; could feel the burn scars on his back. "I'll tell you this…he's no slouch on using it either."

Conner frowned. "I hate lightning as much as I do water."

Trent smiled and shook his head. "He's a helluva swordsman too. I think he's even better then Tommy, if that's possible."

Conner shrugged absently and the two stumbled towards the door. "Trent, the worlds doomed if there's someone out there better then Tommy with a sword." He said as they moved for the kitchen…

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"Ah, so this is the bones of the Terrorsaurus, eh?" Darius moved from the throne and towards the bones. "Hmm…interesting, to say the least. This is the only monster of Mesogog's that nearly destroyed the rangers; twice."

Omega moved up beside Darius and looked upon the bones as well. "This one looks different then the original." He stated, looking up and done it's body.

"Of course it is. You actually believed in human competence?" Darius said disapprovingly and shook his head. "You wonder why you are on the bottom."

Blue-white lightning consumed the bones and they suddenly split apart. The bones curved as the lightning curved, putting the pieces in their proper place. Almost instantly the Terrorsaurus began to take shape. Darius raised his other hand, emerald energy coiled around his fingers and hand. The lightning faded as the new energy raced into the bones. A petrifying roar echoed through the chambers as the bones began to move.

Omega took a step back as the coiling energy began to rebuild Terrorsaurus' very body. It's fingers curled inwards to fists and its eyes flashed a crimson red. Terrorsaurus threw it's head back, letting out a raged roar as Darius watched on happily. The White Ghost's head jerked down and faced Darius. It seemed to be contemplating something; Darius could see it in the eyes. Suddenly the eyes flickered to Omega and it roared angrily.

"No, do not attack, Terrorsaurus. He is also a friend." Darius said, waving his hand. It's head jerked back to Darius and then drew it's self to full height. "Your enemy is the Power Rangers. You mission is to wipe them all out."

"Yes, Master." Terrorsaurus hissed, lowering his head. Darius grinned and pivoted towards Omega.

"Finally, a competent soldier." He said and moved to the far end door. "Come, Omega, Terrorsaurus, we have a war to plan."

Terrorsaurus roared with delight as it stomped past Omega. He glared at Terrorsaurus and then followed him in…