A/N: Sorry for the hiatus folks...but this chapter took a lot of thought on my part. Hope it was worth the wait.

The sound of clashing weapons and power blasts rang out from the quarry, while energy weapons lit up the sky so brightly that they could be seen as far away as the city. Vrak had wanted the moment of his triumph to be private, to be reserved just for his pleasure, and as a result had kept people away from the quarry. It turned out to be yet another mistake. It meant that this time, there were no civilians around to consider. There was no danger of casualties. The Rangers could cut loose!

Zack sliced through two Kingsmen in a single blow with his Power Axe in a single shot, unleashing the full extent of his power into the blow. He smiled as he watched them fall to the ground.

"It feels kind of good cutting loose like this doesn't it?" He asked Tommy as the White Ranger took down some Bruisers with power blasts from Saba. "I knew we always held back in our day, but I didn't know how much we were pulling our punches!"

"I know exactly what you mean." Tommy answered with a grin. "You have no idea how much of an eye opener that moon mission was."

They turned around as a bunch of machine parts rained in on them from an explosion behind them. Tommy saw a smoking crater, and a little way off, the Black Dino Ranger retrieved his Brachio Staff from the ground. He smiled.

"Nice job Anton!" Tommy called over. "I knew I picked well."

"Of course you wouldn't need replacements if you didn't keep losing your powers." TJ teased him as he took down four X-borgs in quick succession. "I might have lost my powers once, but losing five sets of powers? That's just careless!"

"So says the man that once became an ingredient in a calzone!" Eric chuckled as he hacked down attackers left and right.

"It was a pizza actually!" TJ protested. "Um...that's not much better thinking about it."

"Move it or lose it!" They heard someone calling out, and they scattered just before Robo Knight came crashing into the ground, slamming Vrak down with him. He was sent back-flipping away as Vrak hit him with beams from his eyes, hitting the ground hard. Vrak looked over to him as he started to stride over.

"I don't know how you did it, but powers or not, you're STILL no match for this ultimate form!" Vrak screamed at him. "It is the perfect mesh of technology, science and genetics! I have united all the most powerful..."

"Would you PLEASE shut up?" Troy yelled as he leapt into the fray, firing his blaster at Vrak, who swatted aside the blasts. Orion was quickly over to join him, brandishing his Silver Spear with unbridled fury as he attacked the last Commander of the Armada.

"Jordan, get off your ass!" Orion yelled at him. "You brought us to the dance; you don't get to sleep until the music stops!"

On the ground though, Jordan was just catching his breath. While he now had his armour, and his power back, the battle with Vrak had taken quite a bit out of him. He was sure that without the armour, he would likely not even be standing, never mind in the fight. His thoughts drifted back to the images in the Memory Crystal.

In a bygone age, long before man was recognisable as the modern people it was now, Zordon was in the remains of his ship, which he had taken to using as his base of operations. In order to avoid panicking the local people, he had the ship draw in materials to disguise itself as something a little less conspicuous and a little more in keeping with the local scenery. Stone had now formed up around it, creating a cylindrical building, rising out of a cliff, the structure that would be known as his Command Centre when the day came.

Alpha, his servant droid was assisting him, but Jordan could see that he was still troubled by the process. Zordon had always cautioned against the use of magic, and given what had happened to Lord Scimitar, it was difficult to argue. They now knew he was conquering far off worlds under his new title of Lord Zedd, but Zordon sincerely doubted it would be long before he came seeking revenge for his disfigurement.

"Zordon, please, you can't do this!" Alpha protested. "There are other power sources on this planet!"

"I know Alpha, but we don't have time." Zordon told him. "Lord Zedd is already sending one of his agents our way. The people of this planet have barely mastered basic tools. It will take millennia for them to have the technology they need to repel a threat like that."

"But Zordon, I've found another energy source!" Alpha told him. "There are gems all over the planet that emit a strong..."

"We don't have time to find them." Zordon replied. "There is no other way."

The ship's sensors sounded an alarm, at which Alpha ran to the viewing globe. He started flailing in panic.

"Ay-yi-yi! There's a ship coming this way! There are life signs aboard, powerful ones!" Alpha warned him. "Zordon..."

"Don't worry Alpha, I'm ready." Zordon told him. "By the sacrifice of blood, I will create the power grid that will give the humans the power they need to defend themselves."

"Sacrifice of blood?" Alpha asked.

"If an Eltarian is willing to shed the blood of his enemies, and to sacrifice his own blood in defence of the Galaxy, the power grid will remain."

"But Zordon, there are so few Eltarians left!" Alpha replied worriedly. "There are only..."

"I am well aware of that Alpha, that's why I created this." Zordon told him, powering up an energy tube. Alpha just looked to it, recognising the energy signature.

"A time warp!" He stated. "You...you can't be serious!"

"Be ready to put me into the time warp when the deed is done." Zordon told him. "I have a feeling I'll need it soon enough."

He picked up his staff and started to make his way outside.

"Zordon, where are you going?" Alpha asked him.

"I'm going to greet our guests." He answered. "Be strong my old friend. These humans will need you."

Back in the present, Jordan finally managed to shake off the cob webs as a pair of hands helped him to his feet. The Red Zeo Ranger looked to him.

"Are you alright?" David Trueheart asked him. Jordan just nodded. He gestured towards where Troy and Orion were battling with Vrak. "Then they could do with your help."

Vrak managed to get some space, and threw himself into the air, his wings bearing him into the sky, where he started to launch blasts down at the Red and Silver Corsair Rangers, taking them down. Jordan leapt up into the air, attaching the Vulcan Bullet to his Robo Blaster, and opened fire, obliterating Vrak's wings. The evil overlord fell, crashing to the ground as Jordan landed, converting it back into Robo Blade mode.

"My wings!" Vrak screamed. "I will replace them, but for that...I'll make you SUFFER!"

"Like I haven't heard that before!" Jordan responded, running at Vrak. He caught Jordan's blade, ripping it from his hand and throwing it away, before punching Jordan hard in the chest. Jordan felt a hot knife of agony coursing through him, even through the chest plate. He recognised it from his days in full-contact on the military bases. His ribs were broken. He had broken them earlier, but Vrak was so strong that even through the armour his blows were affecting him. He fell to his knees breathlessly.

"You're weakening Eltarian!" Vrak taunted him. "I don't know how you pulled this off, but I do know one thing...it isn't going to be enough. Soon, you'll be gone, and with it, Earth's last hope."

"You really do talk too much!" Orion answered as he and Troy rejoined the fight, giving Jordan some time to recover. He clutched his chest, feeling blood welling up in his mouth as he struggled to keep going.

In the past, Gosei was in The Library with the projection of Pythia, who sat on a set of stairs weeping. He approached her, stroking her hair.

"How...how could you do this?" She asked him. "How could you?"

"It was the only way." Gosei told her. "The Morphing Grid was a good idea, but it was fundamentally flawed. It was based on a bloodline too frail to maintain it. While my father resided in the time warp, it would have remained indefinitely, but with him gone, it is aging towards its end just like my kind. The Morphing Grid is doomed to collapse."

"But..."

"The Earth needs a Morphing Grid." Gosei interrupted her. "But it needs one based on a more stable bloodline. The power just needs a bridge, a way to cross from the old to the new, and that required one that shared both bloodlines."

"But he's your SON!" She yelled at him.

"You think I don't feel for him? Do you really think I wouldn't have found another way to do this if I didn't have to?" He asked her. "I gave up my son! I was unable to raise him, to even speak to him or see him until the Robo Knight brought him to me! Now...I cannot even risk telling him what his true purpose is! I know he will resent me, and I cannot risk that."

"You offered him up as a sacrifice and you aren't even telling him!" She protested. He just sighed.

"I won't even live to see the end, to explain my actions." He told her. "He must play his part, and I need you to ensure that he does. I only pray that he will understand."

Jordan finally managed to shake himself back into the present, finding that the Rangers were still working their way through the army of droids. Their numbers were thinning, the combined might of every Ranger on Earth being the deciding factor, but he still knew that for all of this to end, Vrak had to die. If they didn't finish him, then he would simply flee and find somewhere to hide, to bide his time until he could find new allies or build up a new army. He was too dangerous to allow to live.

He got up, and looked around, finding his Robo Blade. He snatched it up and powered up the blade, before rushing over.

"Orion, Troy, hold him!" Jordan called out. The Red and Silver Rangers did as they were told, each grabbing an arm and holding him steady. Vrak struggled to release himself as Jordan rushed into him, ramming the Robo Blade into his chest, straight through him. His armour cracked as Jordan channelled his energy into it. Vrak just screamed out in pain.

"Don't you get it yet Vrak? Does your brilliant mind not see what happened?" Jordan asked. "I NEEDED you! I relied on your arrogance! The formation of the Morphing Grid relied on a blood sacrifice!"

A pulse of energy shot out of the blade, which shattered Vrak's armour. Jordan just glared into his eyes.

"The Eltarian bloodline is gone, but I am not a pure-blood Eltarian! I share both human and Eltarian blood!" Jordan told him. "Because I shed your blood, and was willing to shed my blood in battle, I transferred that power into a new Morphing grid, but because of my human half, it's now based on the human bloodline!"

He kicked Vrak back away from him, sending him skidding across the ground as the others started finishing up with the droid army. There were perhaps only a couple of dozen left as Jordan stood before Vrak.

"Now, as long as there is one human willing to fight, willing to shed blood and have their blood shed in defence of the Earth, there will ALWAYS be a Morphing Grid!" Jordan told him. "And we have you to thank for making that happen!"

"You...you...you planned this all along?" He asked. Jordan just smiled.

"It's a family thing." He responded. "Troy, you take this one."

Troy summoned the Cannon as the other Corsair Rangers formed up behind him, holding onto him and lending him their power. Vrak fired off a blast, which rocked them, almost knocking them down, but the Rangers braced and held firm.

"It'll take more than that to finish me!" Vrak warned them, firing off another blast. This one drove all of them back as he summoned up everything he had.

"We don't doubt it!" Jason added, running and placing his hand on Emma's shoulder. Finishing off their opponents, one by one, the Rangers formed up behind the Corsairs, each connecting, and channelling their energy through. The weapon started to glow brightly, being pushed well beyond the limits of what it was designed to withstand.

"WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE?" He screamed, unleashing all the energy he had left into the assembled Rangers. They all stood their ground, their suits sparking as they did their work to protect them. As Vrak finally ran out of power, slumping to his knees, the Rangers' suits faded, leaving them un-morphed. He could see that they were still there though, and the weapon was glowing brightly. "This...this can't be!"

"Say Hi to your dad and your brother for us!" Jake yelled as Troy pulled the trigger. The blast went straight through Vrak, and the cliff behind him, the blast taking out a huge area behind him, creating a massive canyon through the rock quarry. As the dust settled though, they saw Vrak's charred remains kneeling before them, but one gust of wind later, and his ashes scattered to the wind.

Orion started to make his way towards the charred Earth and knelt down, running his fingers over it. Emma came to his side.

"It's...its over." He stammered, looking to the blackened ash on his fingers. "It's finally over!"

Everyone cheered and started to celebrate as they surveyed the wreckage around them. They had all come, some of them having retired almost 20 years previously for one last battle, to ensure the world was safe, and now, the greatest threat any of them had ever known was now finally nothing more than ash.

"Hey, Jordan, you were amazing!" Troy called out, looking around for him. "Jordan?"

He started to approach, seeing Jordan holding his sides, and starting to sway as he walked. After a moment, he fell to his knees, and then face-first to the ground.

"JORDAN!" He screamed as he saw this. Everyone looked around to see him on the ground. Dana ran to his side.

"Give me some room!" She called out. "Guys, give me some room!"

She started to work on Jordan, finding his breathing laboured. She looked pale as he observed him.

"His ribs are broken...his lungs...I think they're punctured." She told them. "We need to..."

"Troy." Jordan managed to say.

"Don't try to talk, just..."

"Troy." Jordan repeated. Troy just knelt by his side, the other Corsairs joining him. He smiled. "I guess I got to be the hero after all."

"Yeah, you did." Troy answered. "Just stay calm, we'll..."

"No, you've done enough." Jordan told him. "And by the looks of things, so have I."

"Jordan..."

"The Morphing Grid needed a sacrifice." Jordan told them. "Now I guess comes the part that sucks about being a martyr."

"Jordan, don't talk like that." Gia begged him, tears running down her face. Although they had loved teasing each other mercilessly, they were very close, good friends. Jordan just smiled as he reached up to her.

"Hey, it's alright. It really is." Jordan assured her. "How many people get to save a whole planet?"

"But...it's...it's not fair." Troy stated. "Jordan..."

"It was a war Troy." Jordan reminded him. "There was never going to be a happy ending."

With that, the last of his strength failed, and his hand fell. The Rangers fell silent as the Last Son of Eltar breathed his last.