The assembled Rangers, all 119 of them, stood, waiting for the battle to begin. Not all of them knew Jordan particularly well. Indeed, with the exception of the current team, the majority of them had never met him! As Vrak started to circle him, his gaze seeming to burn through Jordan, like he was dissecting him with his eyes, analysing him for any details as to why he felt so emboldened he had just walked into the middle of an army single—handed, without any noticeable arsenal of any kind and far from doing so to give up, he was actually offering VRAK the chance to leave with his life!
"Jordan, if you have something up your sleeve..."
"Its fine Gia, I've got this." Jordan told her.
"Really? Because Vrak's kind of scary." Cat added, rubbing the side of her face. "And...he hits really hard."
"So, are you just going to stare at me?" Jordan asked him.
"I'll destroy you soon enough." Vrak stated.
"You'll try." Jordan said with a smirk. With that, Vrak rushed towards Jordan, swooping in on his wings, looking to end the battle in a single blow. Rather than run, Jordan ran towards him, before dropping and sliding along the ground, under Vrak's first strike. The evil overlord landed a little way off, folding up his wings behind him, turning to stare at Jordan.
"You're just delaying the inevitable." Vrak told him. Jordan just stood before him and beckoned him forward, knowing how this was going to end before the first blow was thrown as a result of the Memory Crystal.
In the past, on the distant world of KO 35, there was an assembly in an ancient temple. It was a surprisingly Spartan affair for a venue like this, there were only around 20 or so in attendance, all of whom Jordan recognised from the memories he had seen. It was all the Rangers who had fought in the battle against Astronema and the United Alliance of Evil. He could see his father standing at the front of the hall, staring up at the podium, where another name was being added to the large, black obelisk that honoured those who had fallen in defence of the galaxy. He recognised the Eltarian language as a new name was etched into it, being rendered in golden lettering. It was Zordon's name.
Kimberly was at the front of the hall, standing on the podium, tears in her eyes as she delivered the eulogy.
"When this all began, I...I was totally different. I thought that my parents getting divorced was the end of the world, and the most important thing in my life was getting into a good college." She concluded. "Zordon showed me so much more than I even began to imagine existed. I'm not exaggerating when I say I owe everything I am today to him. He was like a father to me, and in the end...he became a father to all of us."
She turned to the obelisk.
"Goodbye Zordon." She declared. "I'll always miss you."
Tommy came to the podium, hugging Kimberly as she prepared to leave, before turning to the floor.
"Does anyone else have something they'd like to say?" He asked. Just then, the doors at the back of the hall opened, and a man in a cloak entered. The others all turned to him as he came in, pulling down his hood. It was Andros. As he headed for the podium, Jordan could see he was hesitant. He could only look around at the others who seemed uneasy to see him there. As he approached, Gosei got into the aisle, standing in his way. Andros just stood, staring at him as Zack stepped into the aisle to approach him.
"Andros, this isn't a good idea." Zack told him. "Just..."
"I needed to come." Andros told him.
"Seriously, just...come back later." Zack told him. Andros brushed past him and headed for the obelisk, stopping before Gosei, who barred his path.
"I only came to pay my respects." He stated. The next thing any of them knew, Andros was flying down the hall, blood streaming down his face as Gosei hit him as hard as he could. The others quickly moved to intercept him.
"MURDERER!" He screamed at him angrily. "How DARE you show your face here?"
"I only came to pay my respects!" Andros protested.
"Seriously, just go!" Jason told him. "Come back later. This isn't going to do anyone any good."
As Zhane helped Andros up, and got him out of the temple, Gosei teleported out, heading to his private chambers. As he stormed around, smashing things to alleviate his temper, he noticed something that was out of place. It was a memory crystal. He activated it, finding Zordon had left him a message.
Jordan had gotten a similar message from Gosei, and knew exactly how he would be feeling. He could guess what the subject of the message was. He would hear Zordon explain how he had planned his sacrifice all along, and to ask Gosei to forgive whoever ended up being the follower who would strike the final blow. More than that, he would be telling Gosei that their work was not yet done. He could never remember feeling more of a connection between him and his father than at that point.
Back in the present, Jordan avoided Vrak's strikes, blocking when he was just a little too slow to actually dodge. Vrak sent him skidding backwards with a back-swipe from one of his wings, but Jordan managed to stay on his feet, scrabbling on the loose stone of the quarry floor. He looked up to Vrak.
"Keep it up Vrak!" Jordan told him as he straightened up. "Let's see what this body of yours can really do!"
"Jordan, what the hell are you doing?" Jake screamed at him. "Stop dancing around and fight back!"
"That's just it isn't it? You don't have anything do you?" Vrak taunted him. "You're bluffing!"
"If you want to think that, then you're just as dumb as I thought!" Jordan answered. "In a minute I might start fighting back, so make your next decisions count!"
Vrak ran at him, at which Jordan ran away, before leaping up, springing off a rock face, hitting Vrak with a hard roundhouse kick. Vrak stumbled away, more out of shock than any real injury.
"Yes!" Emma screamed, seeing him stagger Vrak. "That's it, keep it up!"
"Typical Tuesday!" Jordan taunted him. "Alright Vrak, you're in for it now!"
He strode forward, and threw a punch into his chest...where his hand rebounded off it with an anti-climactic clang. Everyone just stared in disbelief.
"That...that's it?" Jason asked.
"Um...OK, that's not good." Andros added. Jordan just looked up to Vrak, who hit him with a massive back-handed strike, sending Jordan spinning through the air, crashing to the ground hard a long way off. He just turned to the other Rangers and started laughing.
"You see, this is your last great hope?" He asked them. "Once I'm finished with him, I'll start on the rest of you!"
Jordan started to haul himself to his knees, seeing some blood starting to drip onto the ground. He looked up at Vrak, just in time to see him flying towards him. Seizing Jordan by the throat, he rose up into the air about ten feet, before throwing him back down into the ground with a sickening crunch. Jordan coughed and spluttered as he fought for breath, his mind going back to what he had seen.
In the past, Gosei was in an ancient cave, carved with images of the Corona Aurora, on his knees before a throne. The Sentinel Knight sat on a throne, made of an unknown alien metal, the same material from which he had constructed the crown. He leaned forward, resting an elbow on his knee, and his chin on his hand, considering what Gosei had told him.
"I know I am asking a lot." Gosei told him. "But you know as well as I do the power Mavro has."
"You are certain of this plan?" The Sentinel Knight asked him. Gosei just nodded his head.
"For what it's worth, I am not asking you to do anything I am not prepared to do myself. My time has come." Gosei assured him. "I just need to ensure that I am in position when my time comes. The fate of the galaxy relies on it."
"Then we have no choice." The Sentinel Knight responded. "What of the boy?"
"He will learn of his role when the time is right." Gosei answered.
Back in reality, Vrak firmly had the upper hand, and was taking his time, picking Jordan apart; toying with him like a cat toyed with a mouse, taking him a little piece at a time.
Jordan felt some of his teeth flying out of his head as Vrak punched him hard, sending him sprawling across the ground. The evil creature started stalking him as he struggled to regain composure.
"Jordan, shake it off!" Gia yelled at him, seeing he was only a few feet from the bag he had thrown aside. She started pointing frantically. "Your bag! The secret weapon! It's right there!"
"Yeah, the weapon!" Troy added. "Jordan!"
Jordan managed to clear his vision enough to see it, and started to scramble towards the bag. Vrak saw this and started to make his way towards him slowly.
"So, you finally want your secret weapon do you?" Vrak taunted him as he approached. "I'm almost curious to see what you believe will save you, but you're really starting to bore me now!"
Vrak grabbed Jordan by the scruff of the neck, hauling him up. Jordan just managed to grab the strap to the bag, pulling it in before he was on his feet, being held in front of Vrak, staring right into his eyes.
"My brother may have been arrogant, but at least he had some grounding for his overconfidence. You...you have nothing." Vrak told him. He grabbed him by the hair, preparing to snap his neck. "Any last words?"
"Vrak..." He croaked out, before spitting straight in his eyes. Vrak released him, starting to wipe the blood and spit from his face. Jordan reached inside his bag, pulling out his secret weapon and smashed it straight into Vrak's face, where it shattered into pieces. "You're TOAST!"
All the Rangers just stared in complete amazement at what they had seen as Vrak staggered and swayed. His hand strayed to his face, holding where he had been hit, but again he seemed to be more shocked than actually hurt.
"He didn't." Gia muttered.
"He did." The others chorused in disbelief. Vrak smashed Jordan with one of his wings, sending him flying, without even looking at him. Jordan crashed to the ground a little way off.
Vrak pulled his hand away, seeing it covered in blood. A superficial gash had opened up on his face, one of the few parts of his body that wasn't armoured from a piece of sharp shrapnel from the attack. He stared down at the wreckage beneath him, then over at Jordan.
"A toaster?" He yelled in indignation at the sheer audacity of the attack. "I'm the most powerful being in the universe...and you ASSAULT ME WITH A KITCHEN APPLIANCE?"
"I had to do it." Jordan replied, getting onto his knees and throwing his arms aside. "Now, you were going to finish me?"
Vrak strode over towards him, throwing an armoured fist in his direction. Before it connected though, Jordan caught it, and a huge metallic clang reverberated around the whole quarry. Vrak's eyes opened wide as the Robo Knight Armour started to segment out of Jordan's body and form up around his arms. He looked up in time to see an armoured fist heading straight for him. He was sent crashing into the rock-face behind him. As he looked back, the last of Jordan's armour formed around him, and he saw the Robo Knight standing before him. "It can't be..."
The others saw their morphers starting to repair themselves and glowing with power. Jordan powered up his Robo Blaster, taking Vrak down to get himself some space, before blowing apart one of the generators, causing the Lightning Field to disappear.
"Some of you fought for my Grandfather!" Jordan declared loudly. "Others even fought alongside my father! Now I ask you to follow me! One last time! For the Earth!"
"You heard the man!" Troy called out as he reached for his morpher. "It's Morphin' Time!"