A/N: Hi everyone! I hope everyone is doing well. I know it's been some time since Altered/Reality finished. I hope you all really enjoyed it. It was a roller coaster to write that I thought would be over but I guess not. ;)

I present to you the preview for Part 2 of Altered/Reality! It may sound familiar if you have heard about the project JDF is/was working on called the Legend of the White Dragon. I liked the concept of it so I am going to take it and incorporate it into this fic because I feel it will go a whole lot better here. Some of it might be similar but this will be my take.

As always, I own nothing. And I do apologize it's short. Enjoy!

Altered/Reality: Legend of the White Dragon

A Preview

Thunder rolled and lightning flashed across the sky as the shuttle neared the abandoned warehouse. This portion of the country had been long abandoned at the beginning of the war, the hollowed shell that was once Angel Grove looking like a ghost town. Few remained in the area, fear too great for them to stick around for long. The shuttle hovered in the area, scans running from the beam the projected out of the bottom of it. A red light flashed across the building as it searched for any signs of life. There was blip on the screen, indicating someone was there.

"Target is heading for the south exit. I'll cut him off." The figure in the helm said, waving the screen away to load another to see the blue print of the structure.

"Copy that." A voice said in his helmet. He brought the ship down, resting it in a courtyard in the middle of the warehouse unit. Fire was burning on the roof of the building, sending off smoke filled with toxic fumes. Raising his head, he saw an open loading dock and a figure skidded to a stop just out of the light.

"We have you surrounded." The pilot announced, his voice echoing around the brick building. "There's nowhere to run." The hooded figure looked up at his, his cloak hiding everything on his face except a chin with a rough goatee.

"We got eyes!" The voice said as the pilot grabbed his weapon from near his seat and climbed from the air craft. "Don't move! Let me see your hands." The pilot could see the cloaked figure raise their hands in the air as his partner moved in, gun raised towards him. His armor illuminated a red glow, filling his visor. "Easy. Don't move." He turned to another figure behind him, the third of their group. "Cover me."

"Already on it." She said, raising her weapon as well. Hers had a yellow illumination to it. The pilot walked towards them, putting his gun on his back and pulling his laser batons from his waist. Black light lit his armor, giving him the ability to see. His weapons also glowed Black, lighting the room that grew darker as he walked away from the door.

"Keep those hands right there!" Red said, nearing the figure more. Suddenly, the figure moved. He spun around, his hood falling back as he grabbed the barrel of Red's weapons. He pulled him into him as Yellow fired. The man used Red as a shield, the blast of energy bouncing off the back piece of Red's armor. Red fell, the man holding his blaster in his hands. He aimed it at Yellow, a shot of energy blasting out as he pulled the trigger. It narrowly missed her head, charring a supportive beam behind her. He fired again, it making direct contact with her chest plate. She let out a cry as she fell to the ground. Black let out a loud cry as he ran forward, swinging at the man. He managed to knock the weapon from his hands but he was fighting off the attacks from the batons with easy.

"What side are you on?" Black asked as the two locked arms in a hold. "Why are you running?" The man stared at him for a moment, not moving. He shifted, trying to run. He spun Black on his heel, dodging the baton as he swung it. The man disarmed Black, using one of the batons as his own. He swung it, blasting Black in his visor. It slowed him a little but he continued to fight back. He kicked the baton, disarming the man as well. This left them to fight with their bare hands, the man attempting to elbow him numerous times. Black grabbed his arms in a hold, the man struggling. "What are you hiding? Why won't you join the fight?" The man let out a growl, a green light filling his eyes. He stepped back, pulling his arm from the hold. His fist began to glow green, matching his eyes. He brought his fist down, slamming it into Black's chest. He flew backwards, colliding with the wall behind him. It left a crater in the brick as he collapsed to the ground.

"I've lost everything!" The man yelled, his chest rising and falling quickly as he seethed. "They've taken everything from me!" Black raised his head, looking up at him. He struggled to his feet as the man took a few steps back. Reaching up, Zack Taylor pulled his helmet off.

"You're not the only one who's lost something, Tommy." He said. Tommy shook his head, uncertainty on his face. Zack looked differently than Tommy had last remembered. There was a large scar on his face, running from the bottom of his left cheek to the right side of his forehead. "We've all made sacrifices." Yellow and Red limped towards the two, pulling their helmet off as well. Trini Kwan's long black hair spilled from hers while Jason Lee Scott stood in front of Zack.

"What do you want from me?" Tommy asked.

"You're the key." Jason said, stepping towards him. Tommy shook his head.

"Have you heard of the legend of the White Dragon?" Trini asked.

"Billy thinks we've finally found something to help us restore balance." Jason replied. He pulled something from his side, holding it out. "The White Dragon crystal." Tommy looked down, seeing a glowing white opaque rock in Jason's hand. It had its own aura to it, a strong energy signature coming from it. Tommy could feel the hair on the back of his neck stood up. "Your energy is the key."

"Then why did you attack me?" Tommy asked.

"We needed to make sure you weren't him." Trini explained. Tommy shook his head again, stepping back.

"Well, you wasted your time. I have my own mission. I've got nothing left to fight for with you or your team." He turned, heading to walk out of the building.

"She's alive, Tommy!" Jason called out. Tommy froze where he stood, tension in his shoulders. "Kimberly. She's alive. We've found traces of her. If you leave now, she'll be dead soon. Is that what you want?" Jason yelled loudly, his deep voice echoing off the walls around the group. Tommy turned to face them again, tears burning the backs of his eyes. He didn't want to believe him. With everything that's happened in the last five years, he didn't know what to believe. "He has her at his citadel. We've tried to save her but it was no use. That's why we need you."

"I swear to everything in me," Tommy said, raising a hand to point at Jason. He walked until they were just inches apart, anger on his face. Something was raging through him he hadn't felt in ages. Was it hope? "If you're lying, you're the first one I'm coming after."

"And if I'm not, you've got your reason to fight." Jason replied. He held out the white crystal to Tommy. "Here. It's yours." Slowly, Tommy reached out and took it in his hand. A siege of power washed over him as he took three steps back. Giving a glance to the three, he took a deep breath. If they were right, this was the only way to save Kimberly. The only way to get his life back like it was before the war. He was going to do everything he could to make sure that happened.

"White Dragon!" Tommy yelled before a bright white light exploded around him.

Coming to you soon!