As morning came, The Messenger was watching the monitor of his long-range scan. He didn't acknowledge Metal Alice as she came into the room behind him, concentrating on what was coming.

He had served as a herald, an envoy of The Armada for longer than most would consider a lifetime. It was his job to scout ahead of his masters, to approach new worlds and prepare them for their arrival.

Such was the power of The Armada that he often had little work to do. It was often his judgement call to make what was necessary to prepare a world for his masters' conquest. If they were an advanced people, with a useful level of infrastructure in place, often he would simply offer them the opportunity to welcome The Armada without resistance. There was little point in decimating a perfectly good population of slaves if they could be convinced that resisting would be pointless. If there was nothing useful though, or if there was a resistance to his presence, he was to at least begin efforts to wipe it from the map, preferably with minimal damage to the overall planet.

He had been downloading all the data he could find on the Rangers, having found them to be much stronger and more resilient than he had given them credit for initially. He had already ruled out any possibility of a peaceful resolution. Humans were a primitive, unreasonable species, valuing their freedom and their pointless ability to choose their own lives, no matter how self-destructive, over simple acceptance of the fact that they faced a foe they could never possibly defeat. Their history was littered with examples of people standing and fighting against not just difficult, but often literally hopeless odds for that freedom. The Rangers, it seemed, exemplified that most troublesome trait. In their darkest hour, when Lord Zedd had been on the verge of complete victory over the galaxy almost fifteen years before, they had still fought and with the sacrifice of Zordon, even proven victorious. Of course, he doubted there was anyone left that would make such a sacrifice. The time of true heroes was long since over.

"My Lord, the production run has been going at one hundred percent just as you ordered." She told him. He lifted his head, not even looking at her, casting a glance at Vrak.

"His upgrades are almost complete." He informed her. "I will need you to go on ahead as my vanguard."

"But My Lord, the Rangers..."

"Take your army." He told her. "We will be along momentarily."

"How many?" She asked them.

"All of them." The Messenger replied, showing her the screen. She saw numerous ships extending across the screen, arriving at the edge of the galaxy, led by a truly gargantuan ship, that looked almost like a chariot being drawn by a pair of golden stallions. She looked to The Messenger. "By the day's end, the invasion will begin, and the Rangers will be defeated, one way or another."

"Of course My Lord." She answered, before turning and heading from the room. The Messenger looked back to Vrak.

"Do not worry Your Highness." He told him. "Your victory may have taken longer than expected, but any plan that is not open to revision is doomed to failure. That is why your kind will win the galaxy."

Back on The Island, the Rangers were trying to get used to life on their new home. They still didn't really know where exactly Gosei's island actually was, the best guess Noah could offer was somewhere near the equator by virtue of the fact the daylight hours didn't really fluctuate during the year, and the climate remained constant throughout as well. All things considered, if it wasn't for the fact they had to leave everything about their lives behind, for somewhere to spend the remainder of their lives, there certainly seemed to be worse places.

Emma was sitting on a rock, looking out over a valley. Gia came to her side, sitting down with her.

"Feeding the pet?" Gia asked her, taking up a seat. Emma just nodded, throwing a mango into a clearing below, where the Sasquatch, the creature that at one time had been their enemy Bluefur now lived.

"He seems happy enough in his new home doesn't he?" Emma asked her.

"I don't think he really had the same attachments to his home that we did." Gia answered. "I mean, as long as he has a decent supply of food, some space to run around in and a good tree to scratch his ass with, he'll be happy."

"I suppose this place is beautiful." Emma commented.

"Not to mention there are other attractions." Gia stated, pointing down to a rocky platform further down the cliff, where Troy was performing a sword kata, training ahead of the upcoming battles. He had taken his shirt off in the heat. Emma just shrunk away a little.

"I...I hadn't really noticed." She stammered, turning a little pink as she looked to Gia, who was completely unconvinced. She let out a nervous laugh. "OK, I have to admit, that is one good thing about this island."

"Who knows...maybe once the war is over, things won't be so bad?" She suggested. "Think Gosei would mind us building a condo over by the shore? Bringing our family here?"

"Somehow I think that's wishful thinking." Emma replied. Just then, Noah showed up. He knelt down with them.

"Tensou's still working on the power ruby." He told them. "He's confident once he's done, Gosei will have enough refined rubies to power his armour indefinitely."

"Well, that's one thing at least." Gia answered. "I don't know about you, but it took me about a week to build my desktop computer. I don't want to think how long it'd take me to rebuild a zord."

"I'm not even sure we can." Noah told them. "They're keeping it pretty quiet, but the last time I overheard anything, Tensou said something about recycling the parts."

"Recycling?" Emma asked. "As in...making something new?"

"I guess it's possible." Noah answered with a shrug. "I looked it up, and apparently the first team recycled some of their zords into new ones."

Just then, Jake and Jordan ran out of the cave. They stopped by their friends.

"Tensou picked up a force approaching Harwood from the sea." He told them. "It's big."

"How big?" Gia asked.

"VERY big." Jake assured her. "It looks like Metal Alice put production into overdrive."

They got up, heading to where Troy was training. He just looked around as they approached him.

On the shores near Harwood, Metal Alice started to rise out of the ocean, marching with the army that had been built by her factory. She had been running her production non-stop now in preparation for this final push. Dozens of Rotox's flanked her as they marched up out of the sea, heading up the shore. Loogies started to appear as they got to the shore. The Messenger had given her leave to take everything they had against the Rangers. He was determined that this was to be the last push, something that troubled Metal Alice to no end.

She knew that The Armada was coming, and that soon it would arrive. She was sure that when they did, she would no longer have the raw power she would need to destroy them. It was only the fact that she controlled Vrak's thoughts that stopped him revealing her true duplicity to The Messenger, warning him of her intention to take control for herself, to rebuild the empire her lost love, Lord Zedd had once dreamed of building. There would be a new renaissance once she took her rightful place at the helm of the galaxy.

The Rangers appeared before them, staring them down. Dark clouds started to form overhead as they faced off. Metal Alice just gestured to her army.

"It's over Rangers!" She declared. "If you want to beg for your lives, the time to do so is now!"

"I was about to make you the same offer!" Jordan shot back. She felt her rage rising, hearing the arrogance in his tone.

"You dare to speak...?"

"I dare to speak how I wish to a delusional, psychotic idiot that can't accept when her time's past!" Jordan told her. "Lord Zedd put you in the freezer and forgot about you! He moved on! The fact you can't do the same is just pathetic!"

"I guess we're clear on the plan then." Troy declared as the first raindrops started to fall. "Jordan, if she's so desperate to join Lord Zedd, send her there. We'll deal with her toys."

"With pleasure." Jordan answered as his armour formed up around him.

"Go Go Megaforce!" The others called out in unison as they rushed forward, the first salvos being fired their way from their assembled enemies. They formed up into Ultra Mode, and prepared to unleash every ounce of power that was available to them. They knew The Messenger and Vrak would likely be along at some point, but they had to take the opportunity to destroy one of their most powerful foes while they had the chance.

Metal Alice and Jordan crossed their blades; each of them determined that this would be the last time. The rain started to fall more steadily as she faced off against him.

"You still fight, yet you don't know why." She taunted him.

"At least I don't fight for the love of a guy that turned his back on me before the Crusades." He taunted her as they exchanged a few blows. "You know he married someone else right? You know he had a kid!"

"You might think my reasons for fighting petty, but at least I have a reason! At least I have a purpose!" She protested. She produced a glowing red memory crystal, and threw it to him. "Consider this a gift. If you live to view it, you'll finally understand how Gosei damned you to this before you were even born!"

Jordan fell upon her once more, both of them sending Loogies and Rotox's flying in their wake as they focused purely on each other. Jordan could feel his hatred for her, for everything she had done to him and people he cared about, but now rather than letting it consume him, he used it to keep his mind on the task at hand. This time, he would concentrate more on defeating her than making her hurt in every way he could imagine.

On a cliff, just above the battle, Vrak and The Messenger arrived, watching on from a safe distance. Vrak just looked to The Messenger.

"Now?" He asked.

"No, not just yet." The Messenger told him, holding up a hand. "Not just yet." With that, he activated a device in his hand.

Over in the Command Centre, Tensou was working hard on the power ruby, cutting it and refining pieces of it for use in Gosei's armour. He found his attention grabbed as he saw something curious on his workbench.

It was a small, triangular piece of metal, the tip of Metal Alice's old sword. He remembered it had been retrieved from an injury Jordan had suffered in battle with her a short time ago. It seemed to be just a piece of metal, a part of a blade that had snapped off in his armour in battle, but now, he saw something that troubled him. It was glowing.

He spun around as all of a sudden, loogies started to flood into the Command Centre, followed by two Rotox units.

"It...It's a tracking programme!" He screamed as he fired off blasts to keep his attackers at bay. He knew he was hopelessly outgunned, but without the Rangers there, he was the only one there to defend the base. As a couple of Loogies grabbed him, he sent a massive electrical charge through his body, sending them flying into the cave walls.

Back on the ground, the Rangers cut through wave after wave of their enemies, hordes that seemed to have no end to them, but as he unleashed a tornado attack, Troy finally managed to see clear space. He leapt into the air, bringing down his Ultra Sword in a double-handed overhead strike, cutting a Rotox unit in half, in one clean blow. He allowed himself the opportunity to look around.

"Keep it up guys!" He called out, seeing more and more spaces in their lines. Their numbers were dwindling, and no more were coming out of the ocean. An end seemed to finally be within sight.

"Look who just showed up!" Jake called out, pointing to the cliff. "They're not making a move!"

"Then concentrate on what you're doing!" Noah replied as he unleashed a storm of blasts from his Shark Bowgun, and his Ultra Sword, dual wielding them. A dozen or more fell under his blasts. "We can't worry about them until we're done here!"

"No problem!" Gia screamed as she carved a path through them, coming to Troy's side. The other three formed up behind him. He looked to them, and pulled out his Power Card.

"One last push guys!" Troy called out. "Ultimate Victory Charge!"

With a massive surge of energy, the last of the robotic army was completely vaporized. Metal Alice was distracted by the explosion and turned to see the last charred remains of her forces fall. There were no more loogies, no more robots...it was just her.

Jordan took the opportunity to gain the upper hand. Sweeping her sword aside, he powered up his blade to full strength, giving it everything he had, and with a hellish cry, he brought it down, sending pieces of her cybernetic body flying in all directions, and cutting deep into what was left of her true Eltarian form. She landed in the ground a little way off, almost completely crippled. She managed to get to her knees, but couldn't bring herself up onto her feet any longer. She reached for her sword.

"Give it up you lunatic!" Jordan screamed at her. "Your army's destroyed! You're barely alive, what will it take for you to finally be happy?"

"I will never stop until the stain on my people's blood is erased from existence!" She screamed at him. Jordan was sent flying as a powered Cyberrang from Vrak knocked him from his feet. The other Rangers assembled behind Jordan as Vrak came to Metal Alice's side.

"My Lord...I am almost done." She told him. "Please, save me. I have always served you faithfully..."

"Have you now Wallacia?" He asked her. She just looked to him in horror, realising what he had said.

"How...how did you...?"

"You didn't really think that The Armada wouldn't have prepared for the eventuality one of their agents was being coerced do you?" He asked her. "You see our friend up on that cliff? He noticed something in our last battle. He saw me rush to take that hit for you, to sacrifice myself to save you."

"I..."

"I would never have willingly spilled my royal blood to save a simple servant." He told her. "When I was the one who carved my father's heart from his chest to appease Malkor, did you really think I would care enough about a robot to save them? He realised something was amiss, and gave me a little...wake up call."

"He restored your mind!" She gasped in realisation. Vrak just nodded in response. There was a clap of thunder as he caressed her face with his hand.

"You have been a 'loyal' servant." He told her. "But now...you have outlived your usefulness. Look on the bright side...you will finally be reunited with your people."

He powered up a Cyberrang, and brought it down. Jordan and the other Rangers watched as she slumped to the ground, completely lifeless. He got up, turning towards the Rangers as she exploded. Jordan felt his heart running cold as his hand tightened around the memory crystal. At long last, after all the suffering she had caused, she was finally gone.

"He...he destroyed her himself." Noah stammered.

"I guess he decided her knowledge of Eltarian technology wasn't too useful anymore." Jordan surmised. The Messenger leapt down off the cliff, landing as the first flash of lightning arced through the air.

"I have to commend you Rangers; you got rid of a troublesome enemy for me." He told them. "Now, I just have you to deal with, before my task is complete."

In the Command Centre, Tensou's battle was not going well. He was dealing with the Loogies, but the Rotox units were far beyond his abilities.

He hit the wall after a blast, where one of his wheels flew off, leaving him unable to flee from them any longer. One of the Rotox units closed in on him, ramming a blade through his chest plate.

"Mal...function..." He buzzed out as sparks flew and vital fluids leaked onto the floor. "System...failure..."

The Rotox unit continued to smash into him, sending pieces flying in all directions, littering the floor of the Command Centre. His vision was blinking in and out. He could barely see the statue on the wall open up. Knowing that Gosei was about to risk all to come out to defend the Command Centre, he blasted the workbench, scattering pieces of the power ruby on the floor. One landed close enough to the door of the chamber that just as his primary power was about to expire, he could see an armoured gauntlet reaching out, and picking it up.