They'd lost the Red Yellow and Green Senturion a few Galaxy's south of Onyx, and that allowed T.J a moment to breathe.
Kimi, the best robot to ever come from Hartford robotics, and the Pink Racer, spoke with a troubled voice. "That last chase depleted nearly all of our Morph-X."
"Shit…" T.J groaned.
Thankfully Aryon was already checking the map. His Zord sped beside T.J's, its unrelenting force warping space itself as the tires spun.
"There's a natural reserve nearby," the Aqutian explained. "An old Morphin' Master installation."
T.J. nodded. "Alright, sounds good."
With a powerful screech the massive Zords touched down on the empty planet.
At least, it seemed empty, until the three left the safety of their Zords to examine the ruins.
T.J saw the flash of movement from the corner of his eye. His blaster flew into the air as the armored figure materialized from the aether.
Black combat armor, a massive visor, and a glowing red chest.
"What the hell are you doing here?" T.J asked his old, old friend.
"I should ask you the same thing," The phantom ranger replied. "Your face is plastered all over the universe."
"With Zedd gone they ran out of boogiemen," T.J breathed.
Phantom shook his head. "Look, whatever happened, we'll get it sorted out."
"And then what?" T.J's voice had gone as cold as steel. "Let them go after Carlos, Cassie, or Justin?"
"T.J please…" The Phantom Ranger urged him. "You're only making this worse."
"Stop playing ignorant with me," T.J warned. "They knew exactly what they were doing, and so do you."
"T.J-"
"I wasn't the one who shattered the tube. I wasn't the one to obliterate a third of the universe. And the one who IS sits in his little ivory tower and plays poster boy for a group of Intergalactic fascists."
Phantom sighed. A cold, tired sigh. "I can see there's no getting through to you."
T.J's gaze was unwavering. "Same."
In unison the three Rangers morphed to meet the Phantom head-on.
