Summary: Trey has returned to the Ranger Camp, Nesiss has been defeated along with Terrorsaurus and now, only Darius remains. Will Amanda survive the onslaught from Hayden, or will he finally lose his one true love? How will Ethan fit into the newest Ranger history of S.P.D and how will Wes fit in?
A/N: Oh….this is it people! The last few chapters. Dino Rage, I'm pretty sure you can guess who these chapters about. I'm glad you all are enjoying this story so far, for I write it all for you (And my darling Girlfriend She loves my writing! many kisses to her) If the last chapter wasn't obvious enough to Story 3, then I don't know what else to do I also dropped the Snow Storm project for another time – just lost interest. Enjoy!
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Trent Mercer looked at Trey with a deep frown. The Former Omega Ranger truly looked like hell. He looked over at Kat and then shuttered. He couldn't really blame him for looking like hell either. After the beating Kat had given him, even he'd look that bad.
"So you want to start over on your explanation now that we're all here?" Tommy, Kimberly and the newly revived Zack and Jason had returned from their fights.
Trey nodded and took a deep breath. "Ah…where do I start? Vertox returned to Earth preempted. He didn't actually plan to return that day for another year. However, after he killed the Space Ranger's, or rather we killed the Space Rangers; he had lost connection with the Gold Dino Gem." He ran a hand through his short black hair and sighed. "He left me on some planet in the Gamma-Tri sector and the next thing I know, a year and half later, here comes Darius. I fought him, lost badly, and he put me under his control." He looked up at everyone, sighing. "And unwilling control, mind you."
"So who is this Darius anyway? He's been here for a while now and we know next to nothing about him." Trent said, leaning against the wall.
"There's much more to Darius then you understand."
Everyone's head's raised or turned to the doorway, seeing Hayden standing there. A smile settled over the group but then confusion when they didn't see Amanda. "Hey, Hayden, where's Amanda?" Ethan asked, tilting his head.
Hayden sighed and shook his head. "Pretty beat up…I suppose my Shockwave Pulsar was a bit stronger then I presumed. The attack tore her body to complete shreds." Everyone grimaced, looking at the floor. "Darius is a monster…" Their heads raised again with wide, studying eyes. "Darius is far stronger then puts out…he has two transformation's…the base, of which you've seen already. This is his…power conservation form. Because he is conserving his power, he's generally weak in this state…but more then a match for any ranger."
Trent sighed and looked away.
"His second transformation is what you need to worry about." Hayden continued, walking between the crowd and to the window. "In this form…his features change completely. He goes to a much younger state, one with great speed and power. He grows devil-like horns and he has the tongue of a snake. His face…it's a ghostly pale. His entire features change. He becomes very slim and wrinkly…almost looking as if he was burned…yet at the same time, painted the color white."
Tommy looked around at everyone's reactions. They seemed to be hold together well, except for Jason and Zack. They'd seen some pretty crazy thing's, but all their enemies had been completely justifiable in a way. They hadn't met Mesogog, or Queen Bansheera…or even Trakeena. They didn't know the true horror's that evil held…and probably still did hold.
Hayden turned to face everyone with straight, pursed lips and furrowed brows. "My powers in comparison…tsk…" He shook his head. "It's like putting a baby up against a Megazord."
"Ethan, I think you're plans of S.P.D have been suspended indefinitely." Conner said, letting out a sigh.
"Come again?" The Blue Ranger replied, leaning forward to look at him.
"Earth won't be here to have an S.P.D Force." The Red Dino Thunder Ranger answered and shook his head.
"Of course it will be." Kat said, folding her arms. "I'm joining this fight, as well. I haven't been on Earth for very long…but I've been here long enough to that I love it." He clutched the morpher tightly in her hands. "Plus, this will be a good try out for the morpher. I'll be able to see the flaw's with everything."
"Great…the fate of the world is being decided and she treats like a picnic!" Conner threw his hands in the air but grunted as Kira backhanded him in the stomach.
"Someone has to." Kat answered quickly with a grin.
"So do we have any option's at this point?" Tommy asked, hugging Kimberly close. It'd be…a long while since he'd been able to do this. He sighed lightly, wishing that he could do this for an eternity. Alas, Hayden's reply came and their hug eased just a little.
"Yeah, one." Hayden said, staring at the ground. "Run as fast as you can."
Ethan rolled his eyes. "Great plan."
"You got a better one, genius?" Hayden hissed, arching a brow. "You don't know what his true power is like…you have no idea what it can do…"
"GUYS!" Everyone whirled around to see Billy bolting in from the kitchen, panting hard. "G-Guys…Mesogog…" He whispered, clutching his chest. "Mesogog is d-downtown…r-reeking h-havoc…" Trent shoved his way past Billy and threw the door open. No one moved for a long, long moment. They had forgotten about Mesogog…so wrapped up in trying to deal with Darius and Nesiss…they'd forgotten Anton had become Mesogog again.
"You guy's stay here…" Kat said suddenly, looking around at everyone. "Wes, come with me. This is another opportunity to test out these powers."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down!" Tommy said, clutching Kat's shoulder. "You don't have any idea what you're up against her, Kat."
"And you don't know what kind of power these S.P.D Morpher's really posses." Kira interjected. "You didn't see her thoroughly destroy Omega."
Kat smiled and pulled her arm away. "Thanks, Tommy, but I think we can handle this on our own." Kat smiled and the two left the room.
"That leaves the rest of us to coordinate the fight against Darius." Hayden said, one hand resting against his chin.
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A Ranger's life is one full of danger and self sacrifice. Being a Power Ranger is like giving up dreams and desires for the future – you're life is no longer your own, in twisted sort of way. Sure, you have basic control of your life; decisions, getting married, having kids and such, but when it comes time for duty…you don't have the choice of whether you want to live or die. You can only hope you don't die. But even then, hope is creation of humanity that is used to justify all outcomes – whether it be good or evil.
Trent stood in the middle of the ruined block, gazing at the Dino Demon at the other end. Mesogog ran one of his three black-gloved ringers across his chin and something that resembled a smile spread across his lips. "Hello, Son." The Demon hissed, pointing his finger at Trent.
"I'm not your son." Trent said and flicked his wrist. The DinoMinder (Drago Morpher) appeared and he left out a soft sigh. "To you, Mesogog, I'm just another fresh piece of meat." He raised his left arm across his chest and his brows furrowed. "White Ranger, Dino Power."
And that was that.
Demon met Angel in a flurry of blows with insurmountable strength. One had the power of hate, anger and rage behind it, while the other had the lives of hundreds screaming for justice…for revenge. A Power Ranger never fights for revenge, only justice. To fight for revenge is to fight for the very thing you're trying to defeat. Instead of defeating your foe, you would merely…empower it.
This time, Trent Mercer, fought for the revenge of the dead. Each blow of his sword was filled with anger. Each thrust of his blade was consumed in hatred. At this moment and time, Trent Mercer didn't exist – the only thing that did was the one time evil of the Dino Gem.
Trent cut Mesogog down the chest and then snapped a vicious sidekick into his gut. The Dino Demon staggered from the blow and hissed angrily, clutching his batwing-like blade tightly. Slowly, they circled each other, hissing and growling likes snakes and lions. Trent slipped his blade down, striking Mesogog's, then swept it in a wide-arch towards his face. Mesogog effortlessly slapped the blade away, then followed the momentum into a spin and then backhanded the White Ranger across the face.
Trent staggered several paces back, clutching his face. Anger boiled through Trent's veins as his hand slipped from his face. He turned fractionally and raised his head, staring daggers at the demon through his visor. Clutching the Wing Pentact firmly in his hand, he shifted and raised it out before him.
This was the "never-say-die" stance, if you will. To Trent, right now, it felt like he was holding all the power of the Morphing Grid in his very palm. He could feel the power flowing from the tip of the blade, down through his hand, up his arm and finally spreading throughout his body. The power was invigorating…perfect.
Trent's lips were pursed into a thin smile and suddenly, the sound of the Dragon echoed through his ears. He raced forward, leaving a blurry trail behind and cut Mesogog across the chest, before rushing past him. He stopped and spun on a dime, then charged again without missing a beat. His blade with the Dino Demon's gut, spraying yellow sparks across the ground. Again he stopped and again he turned, charging forward for a third time. Mesogog roared angrily, painfully, as the Wing Pentact cut across his back and side. Trent skid across the ground on one knee, rolling onto one knee, then leapt forward a final time.
Mesogog caught him square in the face with a sidekick.
Trent simply stopped, dropped and kissed the floor….painfully, he might add. He moaned and pushed himself up slowly, shaking his throbbing head. He felt a painful foot mash against his ribs and the air left his lungs. A second kick raised him off the ground and into a vicious axe handle. His face cracked against the ground again and he rolled away, clutching his face in pain.
Mesogog ripped his blade from it's resting spot and advanced on Trent with thunderous, grounding breaking smashes. Trent flipped onto his hands, then to his feet as he whirled around and slammed his boot heel into the Demon's jaw. Mesogog spun from the force and simply followed through with a cut of his blade. It met Trent's raised forearms and the White Ranger stepped in with a screaming right hook. Blue-black blood spewed from Mesogog's lower jaw and he gasped powerfully as a brick-shattering palm imbedded deep into his stomach. Of course, Mesogog only roared angrily and slammed his fist against his neck. To his shock, and utter horror, it didn't seem to effect the White One. Trent simply buried his fist over and over into his chest and gut, driving the Demon further and further back. He pivoted hard, mashing his heel into the rock-hard face and dropped to one knee, sweeping Mesogog off his feet.
"Give me…" Trent hissed and reached out, clutching Mesogog's throat hard. "…back my…" He raced forward, dragging Mesogog through the cement and sprang high into the air, swinging the Demon around like a rag doll. "FATHER!" Trent screamed and then descended, smashing Mesogog's face into the ground, completely buckling the scorched cement.
Trent panted hard, staring at the dust cloud for long moment. Each breath seethed with anger and Trent squeezed harder instinctively. A three fingered, black gloved hand shout of the dust cloud and slammed against Trent's face. The force lifted him off his feet and crashing to the ground.
Mesogog stood up, seemingly unharmed.
But then again, so did Trent.
"You can't beat me, Mesogog." He stated with a slightly cocky edge. "Too much of my father still exists in you…and he won't let you kill me." He turned completely now, facing Mesogog with a stern, serious expression beneath his mask. "You no longer possess the power you once had, Mesogog."
"We'll just have to see about that!" Mesogog roared and threw out his hand. An invisible wave of energy swept across the ground and threw the chunks of rock at Trent. Somewhere between dragging Mesogog through the ground and crashing back into it, the White Ranger had gathered his weapon again. Several quick and vicious strikes broke the shrapnel into tiny pieces and with a cocky twist of his blade, slipped it back into his sheath. Mesogog roared angrily, squeezing his fists and clutched his head. "You're making me ANGRY!"
Trent scoffed and then folded his arms. "Give it up, Mesogog." Trent said, looking away for a moment. "You don't have the power to defeat me, anymore. You don't even have the power to harm a fly." A golden sphere of energy rushed towards his face, but Trent batted it away and crouched low. One second, he was standing there; the next, he was rushing forward with unfathomable speed. Mesogog gasped and staggered back into stance, but Trent was far quicker then he. The blade cut across his chest and stomach, then across his leg and back. Trent appeared behind the Dino Demon, blade resting against his shoulder.
"Behind you." Trent stated arrogantly. Mesogog whirled around with a thunderous punch…but it met the open hand of Trent. "This time, Mesogog…" Trent buried his heel deep into the monsters chest, sending him flying through the air and skidding across the ground into a pile of rubble. "Don't come back." With a simple sweep of his blade, a dozen golden arrow's hovered in the air. Another reverse sweep sent them flying and stabbing into the Demon's chest. Each one exploded on contact, letting out a vibrant flash of golden light. Sparks showered to the ground as Mesogog staggered, roaring, screaming in pain.
Another set struck his chest and this time blood spewed from the wounds. Another set and then another, and another. Mesogog fell to both knee's, blood streaming down his once leather and two yellow eyes gazed deep into Trents. He raised the Wing Pentact and pointed the Drago-head at the Demon's chest. "Goodbye forever, Mesogog."
A golden, shimmering beam slammed into Mesogog and air let it with a fiery red-gold flash. Trent stood there, motionlessly as the fire consumed his Arch Nemesis and then finally take him away. He watched all this with an expressionless stance…but behind that mask, his lips where curled back into a victorious and relieved grin. Finally, he alone, defeated Mesogog…for what he prayed would be the final time.
When the smoke settled, Anton Mercer stood amongst it all. His brow hair was frazzled and his suit was scorched…but to Trent, it didn't matter. A white light flashed from Trents morpher and the suit shrank away mid stride. Anton extended his arms and Trent fell into them. They encased him in a tight, fatherly hug and for a moment they were together again – father and son. Trent squeezed Anton closed, his tears threatening to spill. "I thought I would never see you again, Dad…" Trent whispered, pulling back a bit.
Anton chuckled and shook his head. "There's no way you can get rid of me that easily." He smiled and pulled his son into another hug. "I knew you'd rescue me, though." He ruffled Trents hair and smiled. "You never were one to just…simply give up."
Trent blushed lightly and grinned. "Come on…we have to get back to the cabin…thing's…thing's are about to get much more interesting."
Anton took a deep breath and stared up at the sky. "Tell me about it…"
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A/N: WOOT! It's almost done people - Just a few more chapters. I'll give you a little hint at what story 3 is about…did you ever, at all, have the thought that the two S.P.D/Dino Thunder team-up's just weren't good enough? Well, you're about to get the ultimate team-up, folks. In fact, the next story will be dedicated to Dino Thunder – S.P.D. We'll see the rise of S.P.D, Doggie Kruger's arrival to Earth, and just what Wes and Ethan's role is in this universe. Oh yeah, we'll also see the Dino Thunder Rangers be kicking some serious ass.
May the Powers Protect You.