Summary: Hayden has defeated Scorpina and is preparing to head for Blue Bay Harbor to find the Ninja Storm Rangers. Meanwhile, Tommy and Kimberly deal with the newly resurrected Goldar. Can the rangers handle the threat that is Nesiss or have they finally met their match.

A/N: Now I'm warning you all this story will NOT be long. Hell, I doubt it'll make it past 20 chapters, to be honest. This story was not meant to be long in anyway, shape or form. It was merely meant to clean up some lose ends and be the tie in for Story Three. A quick heads up for Story three: Those of you who liked Ninja Storm? You're in for a treat. :D

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Somehow Cam new this day would come again. I mean, Evil can be defeated, sure, but it can never be vanquished, no matter how hard you try. Cam and the Ninja Storm Rangers…well, they tried hard only reach the inevitable outcome. Unfortunately for them, Fate always had a sense of irony – the evil you defeat, for some inane reason, never stayed defeated.

So when Cam had turned around and received the most vicious side kick he'd ever experienced in his life, he wasn't at all surprised to find the black, leather clad Lothor behind it.

Then again, maybe he was.

Mesogog had "killed" him again many years ago – quite humiliatingly too. In an almost literal sense, Lothor was Mesogog's toy. He was small enough to be one, give or take a few millimeters or so. What baffled Cam was how Lothor managed to grow big again? Perhaps after Mesogog died, all the effects of his powers wore? Whatever the case maybe, Lothor was back and Cam was about to die.

He wasn't surprised.

"Shit never goes right for me." Cam hissed and pushed himself up. He barely had time to stop the roundhouse kick before Lothor was already lashing out with right hook that had all the intentions of taking his head off. During his Ranger day's, blocking this attack would only have been difficult. Without the powers, it was damn near impossible. So, being the Genius that Cam was, he did the thing everyone else would be doing.

Tucked his head between his legs and kissed his ass goodbye.

The punch felt like a freight train took a detour into his face. Cam whistled through the air, skid across the ground for several feet and came to rest at a rather large stone. And didn't move.

Lothor stopped over to Cam, reached down and lifted him into the air. The Genius' head rolled to one side and blood trickled out of his mouth. For a moment, Lothor examined the former ranger, then shrugged and dropped him to the ground. "How unfortunate, broke his neck." He said and grinned. "All in a day's work, I guess."

"Resiliency must be a common trait amongst Evil Space Ninja's, eh Lothor?"

Lothor whirled around and gasped, covering his eyes from the bright, golden light. "Augh…let me guess, Ranger, one of your attacks is 'Shine On'?"

"You sarcasm never ceases to amaze me, Lothor." Hayden said as the light from his wings vanished and they curled into his back. "You're worse then a cockroach, Lothor. Unlike your relatives, you don't know when to stay dead."

Lothor glared and growled clenching his fists. Then, the battle was on.

Two laser blasts raced through the air and struck the whirling, golden staff and bounced in the opposite direction. Lothor gasped and threw his arms into an X only to receive the blunt of the end of the staff plummeting into his stomach. Blood spewed from his mouth and a tooth went flying as Hayden jammed it shut with a vicious, rising knee. Lothor heaved into the air and landed onto Hayden's snap kick and bounced into the air again. The staff whirled through Hayden's hands so quickly, it almost seemed as if it and his arm's never existed. As Lothor fell, he sliced up with the staff and buried the blade deep into his side. A painful scream escaped Lothor's lips but was silenced as his face buried into the soil.

Hayden jammed the blade deeper into the ground, pinning Lothor there and took a few steps back. The Golden Ranger watch Lothor claw at the ground as his once dark peach colored face began to go a ghostly pale. Hayden hissed angrily, gripped the blade and with a single, hateful roar, jammed both the blade and half the staff straight through him and into the ground.

Lothor let out a final breath and his eyes rolled up into his head, then fell to the ground. That was it…Lothor, the greatest rival of the Ninja Storm Rangers…was dead. Perhaps now they could finally finish Nesiss…and return Amanda. A sudden high pitched laugh echoed through the forest and the crackly voice frightened even him. Hayden whirled around to see Amanda, Nesiss, standing at the forest line.

"So you defeat both Scorpina and Lothor? Impressive, my love." Nesiss said, idly strutting forward, grinning all the way. "Not that it matters of course." She said mockingly, pouting her face. "They served their purpose well." She brought her hand to her lips, as if she was trying to stuff back the laughter. "By destroying the Black Ranger…and the foolish Samurai!" She threw her back and roared with laughter.

It took every ounce of will power Hayden had in his body to not lash against Nesiss. He knew that if she was struck down…Amanda would never come back. "Hayden, that is a price you may have to pay." Dragon stated and Hayden's eyes squeezed shut beneath his mask. No, it wasn't a price he should have to pay…especially after all he'd done. "You murdered." It countered, almost sadly. "Fate, karma, luck, call it what you will, always posses irony…whether it be good or bad."

"But it's a price she shouldn't have to pay, Dragon." Hayden hissed and angrily ripped the staff out of Lothor's carcass. "Why doesn't fate punish me instead of her?"

"Fate is punishing you, my friend…you took Cassidy and Devin from the rangers…now it'll take Amanda from you."

"Then I'm going to break that fate!" Hayden roared as he raced forward, lashing out with the staff. A sudden boned staff materialized into Nesiss hand and met Hayden's. He pulled away, falling into a twist and jammed it towards her leg, but a quick sweep pushed it off to the left and she buried her knee deep into his side. Pain flooded his body and his attack faltered for one single second. A single second was more then enough time the Necromancer needed.

Nesiss jammed her knee into his side again while drawing her hand back and lashed out with a vicious back-hand. Hayden twisted hard and crashed to the ground, his body going limp. On the outside, Hayden was perfectly fine – no bruises, no pain…just simply Hayden. On the inside, he was crying harder then he ever had before – even when Amanda had disappeared the first time.

No, he cried harder now because this time, he actually had to watch it happen. His hand squeezed into a fist and the other slammed against the ground and his fingers curled, digging into the soil. Slowly he stood up, grasping his staff in the process as he rose. As Nesiss watched her love, Hayden Christopher James, the Gold Ranger rise…she peered through that visor and deep into his eyes.

What she saw was frightening.

There was no Hayden James anymore. Hayden James died when he hit that ground. What stood before her now was a mere shell, empty of all life and emotion. This was Hayden James on the outside but on the inside it was nothing but pure, untainted, one-hundred percent sheer…

…Evil.

In his stead was not Hayden James, it was the Dragon that was his morpher and it was hungry. It hungered for her blood…for her life. And when that Dragon Extension raised it's hand, morphing into a long, slender sword…she knew she was in trouble.

And then the blade descended…

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The clouds loomed ominously over the city of Kyoto and a single blue-gold clad figure stood atop one of it's many building's, looking down into the streets. He pulled a single hand from behind his back, ran it through his silky black hair, then replaced it. Something was wrong; he could feel it in his bones. Something from a great distance was calling out for help. But the help was strangled…almost as if another force was fighting it.

Yet, the beggar seemed familiar – at least its power did. The power wasn't even close to his but it held the same mysteries, same questions and same goals. All answers lead to one and only one conclusion: this beggar, this cry for help…was coming from the very depths and soul of a Power Ranger.

So, the handsome man turned and gazed at the sky for a long moment. The sun was enshrouded by the dark clouds and the man only waited, watching patiently. Finally, when the cloud's parted the sun's beautiful ray's bathed him in a warm light, he smiled.

Pulling out a blue-gold…paper puncher…he retrieved a rather weird looking card from his other pocket and slipped into the place. Then he shouted five words that made sense in all languages:

"Tenkuu Henshin: Goolu Golu Goludijro!"

The man launched into a flip as a golden light consumed his normal outfit. Unlike his previous outfit, this was made of golden armour with splashes of a blue bodysuit showing. His shoulder pads pointed out slightly and engraved on it were mystical symbols – mystical symbol's that came from the heavens, granting him his powers.

Than, as if by magic, a golden cape sprouted from his back and the man wrapped it tightly around his body as he landed on one knee on the magic carpet. This man…this man was Hikaru…or Sungel, a Heavenly Saint of Magitopia. This man…was one of Magitopia's best and one of their most powerful warriors. This man was MagiShine.

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Tommy's back hit the wall and slipped down to the ground. Kimberly followed a moment later as she flew over the car and crashed through the market window. Goldar stood in the middle of the road, roaring with laughter. "Is that all you pesky brat's have!" Goldar taunted, clutching his golden blade. "You used to be an actually challenge so many years ago."

"Yes Goldar…that's exactly the point…" Tommy thought, groggily standing. "Many years ago, is right. '95 was the last time I ever saw your ugly face…here it is thirteen years later…" He looked up at Goldar through his mask and grinned. "And you're still ugly as ever."

Goldar's laugh quieted as her glared at the Black Ranger. He launched himself forward into a wide slash but the blade met staff and Tommy kicked his arm away, slashing the blade hard across the golden armour. Goldar roared and raised his blade to strike again, but Tommy ducked and cut forward, yellow sparks splashed against the ground as Goldar staggered forward. Tommy twisted, staff swirling through his hand and his blade rose to strike again. Golden blade energy coursed along the silvery staff and Tommy threw the blade again, cutting a long diagonal slash across his back. Energy cackled painfully against the Monkey's back as he let out a painful roar. An explosion overtook Goldar, ripping away several cars and chunk of the street and building.

Goldar simply stood up with a grunt, shook himself off and turned to face the Black Ranger. "How many chances did you have to defeat me, Tommy?" Goldar taunted, whirling his blade a couple times. "So many years ago, you had too many different chances to finish me off…to finally strike me down…yet you let me live." He clutched the blade tightly and charged forward, cutting Tommy across the chest and fell into a side-step whirl, cutting Tommy across the side. Golden sparks splashed against the street as Tommy collapsed to both knee's then to his chest. "You're mercy will cost you your life today!"

"Energy Arrow!"

Goldar looked up just in time to see a pink-white arrow careen into his chest and erupt in a blazing fireball. Golden was thrown through the air, into a car, through the car and finally came to rest a foot into the wall. Kimberly rushed out of the broken wall to Tommy and rolled him over to see him barely conscious. She smiled lightly, shaking him hard. Even thirteen years ago, fighting Goldar was never an easy task. Most of the time, their fights averaged between three and five minutes; their longest being a round-about seven minutes.

This battle had gone on close to twenty-five minutes and it seemed only they were tiring. Goldar pulled himself slowly out the wall and wobbled on his feet. Kim smiled beneath her masked. Perhaps she was wrong.

Goldar staggered forward, scooped his sword and stomped towards the two rangers. Kimberly grasped her bow again, creating another arrow and took aim. Tommy had reached for his staff and stood up at her side, but only had enough strength to make a half-crouch. He gaze dizzily at Goldar through his masked and glanced at Kim, seeing the energy cackling around the arrow.

This arrow had all intention's of taking Goldar down.

And by the state he was in, there wasn't anything in the world that would make him object. Unless of course your enemy is a giant monkey who somehow can leap like a frog, then perhaps he will.

But he didn't.

So like everything else, Tommy took the slash across the chest as the arrow completely slid past Goldar and took out the corner of the city block. Kim received a vicious punch to the head for her troubles. Tommy on the other hand, didn't look to pleased by the sudden blow. Nor did he particularly like seeing his wife's skull being beaten in, either.

So Tommy did what any other protective husband would do.

He kicked Goldar's ass.

For future reference, let me translate: when "kicking Goldar's ass" comes into play, it translates into "he tried but failed miserably."

Tommy hit the ground after a counter slash and Goldar loomed over him, roaring with laughter. Tommy tried to push himself again, but his arms were just too weak and he collapsed to the ground. His morpher flashed and his costume died away, leaving behind a badly bruised and mildly bleeding Dr. Thomas Oliver.

"You see now, Tommy!" Goldar said mockingly, raising his blade in the air. "YOU WERE DOOMED TO DIE AT MY HAND!"

Why does time always stop for me at the most aggravating times? If I'm going to die, why do I have to watch it as well? Of course then he realized why it stopped in the first place. Time returned to it's normal state, or well, Tommy's split second realization ended as Goldar's blade was ¾ the way to his head already. With a last burst of energy, Tommy spun off the ground as the blade cut through the rock and landed wobbly on his feet.

Goldar looked thoroughly horrified.

"No Goldar…" Tommy said as he waved his hand over the morpher. It was gone. He clenched his fist and drew it behind his back. "You end should have came along time ago. I plan to rectify certain mistakes."

Tommy drew his hand out and back, the golden coin shinning vibrantly in the setting sun. He thrust his hand out once more and twisted his wrist. "Dragonzord!"

Goldar had only a moments notice to realize that Tommy was already mid-flip before he even finished the world. His heel snapped against the side of Goldar's face and the force sent him spinning and crashing to his back with a painful, gut wrenching crack. Tommy flipped onto his hands and then to his feet as he whirled around, gripping the Zyusoken (Dragon Dagger) and played that infamous fanfare. It echoed throughout the ruined city and the blade burned a deep emerald green. Goldar staggered to his feet, but had wished he stayed down as fanfare ended and a chain of green lightening exploded from the Zyusoken's coin.

Goldar twisted through the air, crashed hard against the ground, but was quickly scrambling to his feet. Tommy raced forward, slapping a hard snap kick against Goldar's side and raced a clawed hand across his face. The Zyusoken came in with a long sweeping slash that caught Goldar across the chest and spinning away.

That fanfare returned.

The blade lit up an emerald green and Tommy whipped it at Goldar's chest. A grand fireball took the air as Goldar was thrown off his feet and crashing against the car. The Dragon Ranger was relentless in his assault. Tommy burst through the thick smoke, one hand out and clawed, the other gripping the Zyusoken tightly. Goldar roared definitely and swung his golden blade at Tommy's head, but a quick block and brutal snap kick had the entire car spinning around from the impact. Tommy flipped forward as the car slipped by underneath and landed next to Goldar. The Zyusoken fell across the Golden armour and bright yellow sparks splashed against the ground as Goldar collapsed to both knees.

"Goodbye Goldar." He said expressionlessly, raising the Zyusoken to his lips. The Fanfare played for a final time that day. As the clouds over head began to uncover the moon, a final green-gold flash illuminated the sky, and a dieing roar echoed through the streets of Reefside…

On this day, past mistakes were finally rectified…

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A/N: Alright, head's up boy's and girls. Zyusoken means Dragon Dagger. The Zyusoken is the Sentai equivalence to the Americanized version of Zyuranger, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. For more information of Super Sentai, see the link and click "Database" tab. You'll find information about all 29 current Sentai teams, including which one's where Americanized. For those of you who do wish to know, I'll tell you:

Zyuranger (Might Morphin Season 1), Dairanger (Mighty Morphin Season 2) Kakuranger (Mighty Morphin Season 3) Ohranger (Zeo), Carranger (Turbo), Megaranger (In Space), Gingaman (Lost Galaxy), GoGoV (Lightspeed Rescue), Timeranger (Time Force), Gaoranger (Wild Force), Hurricanger (Ninja Storm) Abaranger (Dino Thunder) Dekaranger (S.P.D), Magiranger (Current Sentai – Mystic Force), Boukenager ('07 Power Ranger Season)

Any who, know that's out of the way, we can get down to business. As I promised before, I HAVE NO GIVEN UP ON THIS STORY. People, I have no intention's to. The way I right is based on my mood. I write what I'm in the mood for. Because S.P.D is currently over and Mystic Force isn't schedule to start till February 28th, I don't have much Power Ranger life force. Magiranger doesn't cut it, considering there is only three more episodes of that as well – and the next episode for it, isn't till January 28th. So yeah, I'm not giving up and unfortunately, this story is almost over too. This was never meant to be long – I hope you understand this.

Don't worry, the story this leads into will not disappoint. I promise you.

May the Powers Protect You.