Heckyl braced himself against a bulkhead as the energy dissipated and he tried to regain his bearings. The transformations were always painful, and always draining. It wasn't the worst part of sharing his body with Snide, the worst part was the loss of control, of watching his plans and actions going awry with no way of being able to stop them, but it did rank up there.

He pulled out a handkerchief, mopping his brow as he regained his composure, straightening out his clothing. While he could sometimes hear what was going on through Snide's sword, and if he opened the hatch, he could see some of what happened, it wasn't a sure thing. Most of the time though, he was just playing catch up when he was back in control, trying to figure out what Snide had been up to. He checked his watch, noting the time, but closing it before Snide could speak to him.

"I've been out of the loop far too long." He commented. "What has that fool Snide been fouling up now?"

He started to make his way towards the command room, hoping to find one of his underlings to intimidate into filling him in on the day's events. As he walked along though, he suddenly paused as he noticed something odd. Taking a few steps backwards, coming to the door of Fury's cell. He knew of Fury's injuries, and was well aware he was in the medical bay, but he had noticed, curiously, that there was someone in his cell. He knocked on the door frame, rousing the creature's attention. As it turned towards him, he didn't recognise this creature at all. He had gone over the prison ship's database several times, ensuring he was familiar with the inmates and what they could to, but this creature...he could not recognise at all.

"Excuse me, forgive me for interrupting your rest, but...who exactly are you?" Heckyl asked. Singe just sighed.

"Speak to me when I've rested." He stated. "I have a headache." Heckyl smiled at this creature's impertinence and coughed to regain its attention. Now he was sure it wasn't one of the inmates. All of the inmates knew much better than to speak to him in such a manner.

"Forgive me, I'm not sure you understand me, but...this cell, it belongs to one of my officers." Heckyl told him. "I also haven't seen you before, so let me ask...who are you and what are you doing on my ship?"

"I was invited here by Snide." Singe responded as he turned over, sitting up on the bed when he realised Heckyl wasn't going to let this go. "I apologise, I didn't realise it was you Heckyl."

"Well, it seems you have me at somewhat of a disadvantage. You know who I am obviously, now who are you again?" Heckyl said, becoming increasingly impatient, beginning to power up his hand. Wrench arrived, quickly interjecting himself between Heckyl and Singe.

"Master Heckyl, this is Singe!" Wrench informed him, speaking quickly to try and appease his boss, who never took his eyes off Singe for a second. "He arrived while you were...away. He's a powerful warrior who wants to help us get the Energems."

"He does, does he?" Heckyl responded, looking to him. "And what would YOU know about the Energems?"

"I know they have what everyone wants, limitless power." He said casually. "What could be more appealing than that?"

"And you wish to help us?" Heckyl asked him. Singe nodded in response.

"I will partner with anyone that can help me get the Energems." He told him. Heckyl's power subsided and he just gestured to the door.

"Well don't let me stand in your way." He answered. Singe just sighed and got up from the bed.

"I don't suppose I'm likely to get back to sleep anytime soon." He commented, making his way to the door. "Don't wait up."

As he left, Heckyl pulled Wrench close.

"Go with him." He told him.

"But Master Heckyl..."

"Keep an eye on him. He knows far too much for my liking." Heckyl surmised as he thought about it. He already knew about the Energems, he knew who he and Snide were, and he got a distinct impression from the way he spoke to him, that he was aware of the true nature of Heckyl and Snide. "I'd wager he knows a lot more than he's telling us, and if that's the case, I want to know what."

He gestured to the door, inviting Wrench to leave.

"Worst case scenario, if he does battle the Rangers and get destroyed, I'll have lost nothing." He stated. As he left to follow the mysterious new arrival, Wrench felt a deep panic within him. He didn't know whether it was more frightening when Heckyl and Snide seemed to switch from one plan to another with little to no warning, or when they seemed to agree on something!

Erin, Shelby and Kendall were in the apartment, moving stuff around and getting Shelby moved into the apartment. It was a two-bedroom, and Kendall had kind of been using the second room as a form of office in the interim. It wasn't much; if anything it was slightly smaller than the room Shelby had back at her dad's house, but she couldn't help feeling like this was a new start for her.

While her room at her dad's place had a lot of home comforts and suchlike, this room having been an office for so long seemed a lot more like a good study space. She could imagine herself sitting in here, studying textbooks well into the small hours of the morning. It wasn't like she wasn't going to have some home comforts, but in order to ensure her mind was on the task at hand, she kept it to a minimum, just her alarm clock, an N-Zed Boyz poster, and a picture of her family in a silver frame.

"Shelby!" Kendall called out, bringing Shelby's attention back. Shelby headed out into the main room, where Kendall, Erin and Ivan were arranging some of her other stuff around the communal area. Ivan was unpacking boxes, while Erin and Kendall were setting things up. She hadn't brought a lot with her, mainly books, DVD's and the likes, but they were just figuring out where to put everything. "I've noticed, a lot of these books, I have them in my collection. Do you think your dad would let you take some of these back home? It doesn't seem to make much sense to have two of everything."

"I...guess that makes sense." Shelby replied. "As long as you don't mind me borrowing them."

"Most of these textbooks I haven't used in years." Kendall assured her. "As long as I get them back in the condition you got them, that's all I care about."

"The one thing you can count on is I always take good care of books." Shelby said with a smile. She noticed Erin and furrowed her brows. "Erin, what are you doing?"

"Oh, just...enjoying the view." Erin said with a smile, staring at Ivan, who was bent down over a box, rummaging through it.

"I must admit, this side of the building does have the superior view." Ivan answered as he handed Erin out a stack of DVD's that she absent-mindedly put on a pile. "Which makes me wonder why you squeezed four of us into that one apartment when you had this spare room all along Ms Morgan?"

"Next time you slip on one of Chase's skateboarding magazines or stub your toe on one of Tyler's dumbbells, why don't you ask me that again?" Kendall asked him. "Anyway, this seems like a good place to take a break. Chase should be getting back with the pizza soon."

"Now THAT sounds like music to my ears!" Ivan said with a smile. "I just need to do something next door briefly."

As he left, Erin watched him go, and then smiled and looked to Shelby.

"Shelby, I have a serious bone to pick with you." Erin stated. "Where have you been hiding HIM?"

"Ivan?" Shelby asked, looking to the door, and then back to Erin. "Really?"

"Oh, I know about Tyler, but you can't tell me you haven't noticed he is kind of cute." She remarked. "That body, the hair...oh, and that accent! If I could just listen to a loop tape of him reading a phone book all day, I'd never get anything done."

"O...kay, moving on." Shelby responded, trying to change the subject. It wasn't as though she held it against Erin, Ivan was kind of attractive in his own way, but the way Tyler had stormed off, she had a feeling that he had taken what she said a lot more badly than she had intended. She didn't mean to sound like she believed his dad had died, but in trying to prepare him for the possibility that what Rusty had to tell him wasn't good news, she had a feeling he had taken it that way. Looking for a change of subject, she picked up a picture frame from the coffee table. There weren't many really personal items in Kendall's place, she imagined most of that kind of thing was in her room, but there were a few pictures. She recognised Anton Mercer from a couple of pictures, but this one was one was different. Kendall wasn't in the picture.

"Ms Morgan, who is this?" She asked her. Kendall took the picture from her and smiled.

"That's my G-m..." She stopped herself in time to stop herself using the nickname she had for her grandmother. "That's my Grandmother."

"Your Grandmother?" Erin asked her. "She's still alive?"

"ERIN!" Shelby hissed, smacking Erin for her lack of diplomacy. Kendall didn't seem to take much notice though.

"Oh, she's more than just alive, she'd probably run rings around all of us." Kendall told them, looking fondly to the picture. "She's really independent, she never sits still, she's always on some kind of adventure. Last time I wrote to her, she was going hiking in Alaska."

"She sounds pretty awesome." Shelby commented.

"She really is." Kendall said with a smile. Shelby could sense a kind of affection in Kendall's voice that she didn't hear often. "She drives my parents crazy. They keep offering to help out, but she's always so insistent on doing everything herself, she's gone and re-laid her garden path or re-plastered her kitchen before they know she even needs it done."

"Hasn't she heard of tradesmen?" Erin asked her. Kendall looked to her and shook her head.

"G-ma Betty always said, 'Never spend a penny when you can fix it yourself'." Kendall told them.

"Wow, between her and your aunt...a lot of stuff about you is making a lot more sense." Shelby commented. Kendall gave her a glare, before softening her expression and heading for the pile of books on the table.

"Why don't we figure out which books you can take back to your dad's for storage?" Kendall asked her. "Erin, you should find some iced tea in the fridge."

In another part of the city, Chase was skating along the path, weaving in and out of the people, while balancing a stack of pizzas in one hand.

"Whoa, head's up, coming through!" He called out, whizzing through the streets, before hopping down a flight of stairs, continuing on his way. He stood on the brake, skidding to a halt as he heard an explosion and screaming, before seeing people running away. It was an all-too-familiar sight for the Rangers. He could already see smoke and flames, so he knew that the monster couldn't be far away. Looking to the pizzas, and then back to the panicking citizens, he figured he was most likely the closest to the battle, and therefore it was up to him to be the first to respond.

"Thank God for microwaves." He said as he started up again. He was almost there when he saw Tyler also running for the battle. As they arrived, they found Wrench targeting some nearby offices, hitting them with blasts as people fled for their lives. They both morphed, skidding to a halt a little way from him.

"That's enough Wrench!" Tyler yelled, attracting his attention. He was in a rage given the day he'd had. He was angered earlier by Shelby's careless words, hearing her saying that he should consider that his dad was no longer alive. It was a possibility he knew, even if never allowed himself to dwell on it while there was even the slightest possibility that his father was alive. Until he saw for his own eyes, he held onto the uncertainty. Even a millionth of a one percent chance was enough to make it worth the search.

After hearing what Rusty had to say, he had a renewed hope. He had been handed a huge, missing piece of the puzzle. It was no wonder no one seemed to know where his dad had been when he disappeared. Gosei's island was concealed. They couldn't find it again to go looking for him! Now he had somewhere to look, there were things he could do. He could speak to the Corsairs about going back to the island. He could see if they had any maps or charts of the island that could narrow down where to look for him. Unfortunately, just as he was heading home to renew his search, he had seen the commotion and had to detour to engage. Today was not the day to cross the Red Ranger's path.

"What happened? Did you get a courage upgrade?" Chase asked him. "It's not like you to come out on your own to cause trouble."

"Who says I'm alone?" Wrench asked in response. They looked up as Wrench stood aside, watching as a monster made their way towards him. Singe stepped into view, standing before them as he observed them. He looked them up and down, like he was taking measure of the warriors standing before him, before looking to Wrench.

"These are the Rangers?" He asked the cyborg.

"Two of them anyway." Wrench answered. Singe just took a deep breath as he considered his options.

"So these are the heroes?" Singe said, beginning to stroke his forehead as he felt the pressure building again. "Heroes give me such a headache!"

"You'll have more than a headache if you don't clear off!" Chase warned him as he and Tyler called up their Dino Sabres, preparing for the fight. Unfazed, Singe pulled a blaster out of a holster on his belt.

"There's only one cure for a hero headache." Singe stated, before turning the blaster on them and opening fire. "BLAST THEM!"

Chase and Tyler tried to block, but even blocking the blasts, they hit with such impact that their weapons were nearly smashed out of their hands. Quickly realising the power that Singe had at his disposal, they immediately started to run for cover.

"HA! You're doing it! You've got them on the run..." Wrench started to say, before suddenly finding himself having to duck as Singe swept the blaster in his direction. It seemed this new arrival was more than a little trigger-happy, firing out enough blasts in quick succession to take out an army, but with seemingly no care given as to what, or indeed who, he was aiming at! "HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE AIMING THAT THING!"

Tyler and Chase continued to run, ducking and diving for all they were worth as explosions went off all around them. Cars were turned into scrap and masonry was turned into shrapnel under the relentless barrage.

"You're hitting everything BUT the Rangers!" Wrench screamed at Singe as the Red and Black Rangers took cover behind a large stone pillar. Singe didn't seem to take any notice though, as he fired shot after shot into the pillar, chipping away at it, until he blasted through, finally hitting his intended targets. Chase and Tyler both went flying as he lifted his blaster, grinning with satisfaction at his handiwork as he blew some smoke from the barrel.

"Jeez, did anyone get the licence plate of that truck?" Tyler grumbled.

"What kind of blaster is that anyway?" Chase asked. Singe just looked to the blaster in his hands, caressing it in his hands as he approached them.

"I call it a Last Blaster." He told them, levelling it their way. "Because it's the last blaster you'll ever see!"