Levi was walking along the halls of Summer Cove High, carrying a couple of cartons from a nearby Chinese take away. Like the other teachers at Summer Cove High, he had to return to the school a little before the students did in order to make sure everything was ready for them.

Of course, without any students there, it was mainly paperwork and other duties that tended to make the days drag in a little. As much as the teachers complained about the kids with their raging hormones, their questionable decision-making skills, their hive-mind mentality and their seemingly endless capacity to create absolute chaos, the fact of the matter was they really did make things interesting and made the days go in quicker. Whether it was breaking up canteen pushing-matches, consoling a kid who was convinced the world was ending because their favourite bad broke up or teaching the same kid for what felt like the millionth time the exact same thing, they definitely always challenged the teachers and kept them on their toes. That moment when the kid who was convinced, they'd never get something had that eureka look on their face was something every teacher lived for. Without them though, they had to find other ways to make the days move.

He got outside the math class and took a moment to adjust his hat before opening the door. Inside, Mrs Finch was catching up on some of her clerical work while a laptop played the local news. She screwed up a piece of paper and tossed it at the screen.

"Bad news I take it?" He asked.

"No, just an asshole." She grumbled. "If this Tracker guy gets his way, he's going to shut down every penny of public funding for schools. He says he wants parents to 'have a choice' about their kids' education. If he has his way the parents of half the kids in this school won't even be able to afford to send their kids to school!"

"Jeez, seriously?" Levi asked. "And he's running in THIS district?"

"Talk about not knowing your electorate." She replied, before she looked to the containers in his hands. "Wait…is that…Did you get me lunch?"

"It's my turn isn't it?" He asked her. "There's a place not far from here."

"Oh my GOD! I LOVE this place!" She squealed in delight. "They serve THE best vegetable spring rolls ever!"

"Great minds!" Levi said, picking a bag out of one of the containers. "So, what do you say we get this before it gets cold?"

"Oh, no doubt!" She answered as she took the bag from him. Levi pulled a chair up to the opposite side of the desk. "I never cease to be amazed by how varied your tastes are."

"What's that meant to mean?" He asked her.

"Well, no offence but…looking at you I'd expect you to be all…you know…barbecue and beans." She answered.

"You know what they say about books and their covers don't you?" He chuckled.

"Well, I guess, I mean…you're into all that karate and you have one of the most varied musical collections I've ever seen." She continued. "It's almost as if…this whole thing is an image. Like maybe it's something you do to sell records."

"Are you kidding? No way, I'm totally a cowboy at heart." He told her. "The way I see it, there's a difference between being proud of your roots and being defined by them. Just because I like a rodeo and country music doesn't mean I can't read F. Scott Fitzgerald or appreciate the finer points of world cuisine."

"I guess that's a good point." She replied. "But have you ever considered changing up your look slightly? I think some people are starting to doubt you own more than one outfit."

"Hey, I may be adventurous when it comes to food but when it comes to the clothes, I know what I like and I stick with it!" He replied. Just then, they heard a scream. It took a moment to realise it was coming from the laptop.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, breaking news, Senatorial hopeful William Tracker's political rally is under attack!" The reporter called out over some explosions. "The perpetrator appears to be the Green Psycho Ranger! No one has seen him in weeks and he was thought to have disappeared, but…"

"Sir, we have to get you out of here!" A cop shouted.

"I'm in the middle of a broadcast…"

"You need to go, NOW!" The cop reiterated, at which the feed went dead. Levi got up from his chair and started to head for the door.

"I um…I need to go…use the bathroom real quick." He told her.

"Levi?" She asked. "Are you alright?"

"Please, keep eating, don't let it go cold." He rushed out. He sprinted away, leaving her confused. Mrs Finch turned back to the laptop.

"Maybe there's another feed." She said as she tried some other sites. "I hope the Rangers keep their promise to come back."

Over in Zandar, the battle was tearing through the castle. The Ranger Sentries had a lot of power behind them, and they all had almost military training under Drakkon's rule, making them much tougher than any mooger or kudabot.

"These guys are really tough!" Tyler said, sending a Yellow Sentry flying with his Tyrano Smasher. "It's just as well Drakkon didn't bring too many of them!"

"I don't know if he needs too many to be a pain in the ass!" Hayley commented as she cut down a Black Sentry, whose errant shots as he fell hit a Red Sentry, distracting him long enough for Phillipe to cut him down.

"You come into my land! Interrupt my wedding and endanger MY people?" Phillipe called out, enraged as another Red Sentry came for him, twirling a spear. He hit him square on with the Royal Ranger Punch, sending him crashing through some suits of armour that decorated the hall. He turned his attention towards Drakkon. He locked eyes with the evil dictator, who just smirked and drew his sword.

"I'll do more than just endanger your land." He told him. "But if you want to try and stop me, you're MORE than welcome to try!"

With that, he rushed towards Phillipe. The Graphite Ranger sent another Royal Ranger Punch his way, but Drakkon dashed it out of the way. Closing in, he and Phillipe became a blur of blades as sparks flew with every collision.

"Your Highness!" Ivan called out, leaping into action. He brought his blade down, but found only air as Drakkon dodged out of the way. Drakkon sent him spinning through the air with a harsh kick.

"No matter what reality we're in it's always the same with you Sir Ivan." He commented. "All chivalry, not much survival instinct."

"How's THIS for survival instinct?" Calvin called out as he, Preston, Sarah and Hayley all activated their morphers in bow mode. They opened fire, but he drove his sword into the ground, sending the blast back at them with enough force to knock all four of them out of their morph.

"I don't want you! Not like this!" He told them. "Not yet. With these powers you're…not even a challenge for me!"

Drakkon was knocked off his feet and scattered to the floor from behind. He looked around to find Matt and James levelling their blasters his way.

"This guy's tough, that barely phased him!" James rushed out. As Drakkon got back up, he picked up his sword.

"I may need them alive, but you…my plans don't need any of you." He told them. "And I have some time left!"

"Why do I get the idea pissing him off was a really bad idea?" James asked.

"Whatever happens, it ends here!" Phillipe said as he joined them. "This man dared to invade my homeland. He's hurt my friends. He will pay for this indignity!"

Over in Summer Cove, Brody roared up to the rally on his Ninja Star Cycle, barely swerving out of the way as Levi came flying over a panicking crowd, hitting the ground.

"Are you alright?" Brody asked.

"I'll tell you once I'm sure all my bones are in the right place." Levi answered. "I see you got word our Green friend is back?"

"Redbot got the alert on the scanner." Brody answered. "I thought he was gone, like maybe he was on the ship or something!"

"It seems not." Levi answered.

"HEY! The Rangers!" A cop called out, going for his gun. Levi rolled his eyes.

"Really?" He asked.

"You said you wouldn't come back!" He called out.

"Um…you want to shoot us or save these people from that guy?" Levi asked him, gesturing towards Psycho Green, who seemed to be making his way through Tracker's security detail. The cop took his hand off his gun and helped up a citizen who had tripped before he was trampled in the stampede. "Good choice!"

"Is it just me or does it seem like he's not coming for us?" Brody asked.

"He literally has the word 'Psycho' in his name, I don't think we can really attribute logic to his actions!" Levi answered as they headed for him.

Tracker was cowering behind a podium as Psycho Green advanced on him. The last of his security detail was firing on him in complete disregard for the crowd in their blind panic.

Rage flowed through Trevor as he marched onward, straight through their fire. He lashed out at them with his dagger, cutting the men down with ease as he approached Tracker. Everyone that stood between him and Tracker was an enemy. It didn't matter that he wasn't the one behind the wheel of the SUV that drove Laura off the road. He knew that the security detail wouldn't have done anything without his orders. The thoughts kept echoing through his mind, driving him onwards. Tracker was pure evil. He ordered the Ghosts to attack those civilians in Afghanistan. He ordered his lackies to threaten him into silence. He sent his men after him. The world would be a better place without him in it. Tracker deserved to die!

As he sent the shattered body of the last security guard crashing through the stage, Trevor advanced on Tracker menacingly.

Tracker begged for all he was worth as he came over, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Tracker's men had targeted his car. They attacked even though it wasn't him driving. It could have been Hayley!

He grabbed Tracker, yelling at him, though the man stared at him blankly. Trevor didn't know that Psycho Green translated everything he said into his native language. It enraged him all the more as he yelled at Tracker, explaining to him why he was going to die. He didn't realise that as he shattered the skull of the man that had plagued his life for so long with a single punch didn't understand a word of what he was saying.

Psycho Green was blasted to the ground as Levi and Brody finally got to the stage.

"Brody, that guy is he…?"

"Um…I'm no doctor but…he looks pretty dead to me!" Brody said, gagging slightly at the sight of Tracker's shattered skull. "We need to shut this guy down NOW!"

Brody powered up his Bow Mode, while Levi put his Rockstar Blaster into lightning mode. They both opened fire with everything they had, knocking him off the stage. His armour splintered under the force, leaving massive cracks across the chest plate. Brody and Levi leapt off the stage.

"I think we hurt him with that one!" Levi stated. "We need to keep pouring it on!"

Green lightning flared up, at which Psycho Green disappeared. Brody and Levi just stood, staring at where he had once been.

"What do you think that was about?" Levi asked.

"I don't know, but if he's back, the sooner the others get back and we find the Ninja Super Steel the better." Brody answered. "In the meantime, let's look for casualties and get them out of here."

"It's alright, we'll take it from here." A paramedic said as he and some others arrived. "There are cops outside and they look like they're just itching for an excuse to arrest you guys."

"Thanks for the heads' up." Levi answered. "Time to put some of that ninja training to good use!"

Back in Zandar, the battle was still raging. More of the Ranger Sentries were now down and out, but the main fight with Drakkon showed no sign of slowing down.

James hit the ground, de-morphing and rolling around in agony. Phillipe lashed out in a complete fury, hacking into him wildly. Unfortunately, Drakkon's technique was far greater, and while every blow knocked Drakkon back a little and moved his sword due to force, he parried every one of them. They locked blades as Phillipe drove his Dino Sword towards his neck.

"I guess all those fancy schools and teachers managed to get you to learn something." Drakkon taunted him. "But you've never known real war."

"I've faced those who would threaten my people before!" Phillipe told him. "You will fall just like all of them!"

"Could any of the others do…THIS?" Drakkon asked as his helmet appeared. In a huge blast of power, Phillipe's blade shattered and he staggered back just far enough for Drakkon to cut him down. He landed on the ground, spluttering as Drakkon stood over him. "With the fall of a Prince, let the world know to fear the name Lord…"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Henry screamed as he ran into the room. He threw himself into Drakkon, who buried his blade straight through his chest. The Rangers all stared in horror as Drakkon planted a foot on his chest and shoved him off.

"One Prince is as good as another." Drakkon sneered. "Sentries! Come! We've delivered our message! Take this as a declaration of war! This world, like all others, will be mine!"

With that, a portal appeared behind him. The Ranger Sentries ran through, dragging their injured with them. Drakkon stepped through and disappeared. The Rangers powered down, seeing Phillipe over his father. They all rushed to his side.

"Phillipe." Kendall rushed out. "Phillipe, is he…is he…?"

"He's dead." Phillipe answered, completely numbed by what he had just seen, the full weight of his emotion still to hit him. Margaret came across, kneeling with him and hugged him tightly.

Back in Summer Cove Hospital, Trevor made his way towards Laura's room, finding Spike waiting for him outside. Spike threw up his arms.

"Where the hell have you been? I was looking all over for you!" He asked.

"I was…in the bathroom." Trevor answered. Spike just pointed to the door.

"I already checked in there!" He told him. Trevor tried to think of another excuse. It wasn't as though he could tell Spike where he had really been.

"I…didn't notice that one." He lied. "I guess my mind's all over the place with Laura and…"

"Yeah, of course." Spike stated. "The doctors brought her back a little while ago but they're only letting family in so I stood guard…even despite the action."

"Action?" Trevor asked, feigning ignorance.

"It's alright, I don't blame you for turning off your radio given the circumstances." Spike told him. "It was that Psycho Green guy. He came back and he attacked Tracker's rally."

"He did?" Trevor asked.

"Dude, it was a bloodbath! Tracker and his entire security detail are dead!" Spike informed him. "If the Rangers hadn't shown up who knows what else might have happened?"

Just then, Spike's radio started sounding. Spike just sighed.

"They're needing everyone back at the precinct." Spike told him. "I can contact them if…"

"No, it's fine, you go." Trevor told him. "I understand."

"I'll catch you up on what's going on tomorrow." Spike told him. Trevor watched him leave, before heading into the room. When he got there, he found Laura lying asleep. He went to her side, taking her hand. He regretted not being there when she got back from her tests, but he could still hear the thought echoing in his mind. The world had one less evil in it, but there was still more to go. Psycho Green's work was far from over!

Back in Zandar, the Rangers were all in the grand hall. There was a huge buffet set up for what was meant to be Phillipe's wedding feast, but after the attack, no one really felt like celebrating. Many were injured in the attack and those that weren't had gone home for their own safety and out of respect for the Royal Family.

Phillipe was sitting, sipping on some champagne as Margaret consoled him. Chase came over, offering him a plate.

"Here." He told him. "You've got to eat something mate."

"It would be a shame for all of this to go to waste." Phillipe said with a forced smile. "I'll have the staff salvage what they can for the funeral. I'm perfectly certain they can find worthwhile causes to donate the rest to."

"I'm…I'm really sorry this happened." Calvin said, uncertain of what exactly to say in this situation. There really wasn't anything anyone could say. On what was meant to be one of the happiest days of the year for Phillipe, Margaret and indeed their whole nation, one of the Rangers' deadliest foes had caused devastation. "This shouldn't have been your fight. Drakkon wasn't after us…"

"To be honest I didn't get the impression he cared much what Rangers he was fighting." Phillipe interrupted him. "I appreciate the sentiment Calvin, but I fear that this Lord Drakkon is not your sole responsibility. I have a feeling he may not even be ours. God knows what it will take to bring an end to his reign of terror."

"So, what are you going to do?" Sarah asked.

"The Prince is dead, long live the Prince." Phillipe told her. She just looked a little confused.

"I'm sorry?" She asked.

"It's the mentality that's gotten Zandar through some of the worst of times, our spirit of perseverance." Phillipe told her. "With my father dead, now I must rule my nation."

He took another sip of his champagne.

"In the morning I will have to address the nation and make the announcement." Phillipe told them. "Following that, my first order of business will be to arrange the funeral, and then after that I shall need to appoint a new ambassador."

"A new ambassador?" Hayley asked. Phillipe just nodded.

"My place is here now. My nation will need me." Phillipe replied. He finished his champagne.

"You don't need to worry, we'll keep the fight going." Preston assured him. "And if you need anything…"

"I need only one thing." Phillipe answered. "Let me know when Drakkon comes back."