On the Vyglass ship, Kane quietly slinked out of his quarters and headed towards the main bridge. As he got closer, he heard the familiar bickering of Prince Reise and Count Trivium. He slowed his stride and sunk into one of the darker sections of the corridor and began to listen into their argument, "Another pathetic showing," the young Prince scoffed, "what made you think a monster based on paper and childish scribbles would defeat the Rangers?"

"A minor miscalculation," Trivum tried to sound nonchalant, "one that will not happen again."

"I have heard that before," Reise replied slowly, "I am beginning to question your competence and I am not the only one."

"More veiled threats Your Highness?" Trivium said with a cold edge to his voice.

"A promise Count," Reise spat back, "Mother grows impatient with your lack of progress." There was a pause and Kane heard faint footsteps pacing, "She has hinted that she might have to personally take command."

Silence hung in the air, Kane knew Count Trivium was choosing his words carefully. Despite being the young Prince's personal bodyguard, he had only met the Empress once. Recalling the memory was enough to freeze his processors for a fraction of a second, "I'm sure that won't be necessary," Trivium finally replied, "we have more than enough power to defeat five mere humans."

"And yet they keep winning," Reise snapped, "I haven't seen Kane or your pet in days," there was a loud clang of something striking metal, "and the Power Ranger grow with strength with each battle." Another long pause followed as, for once, Trivium kept his mouth shut, "Now, can you understand why mother is getting a little twitchy?"

"When you put it like that," Trivium replied smoothly, "I will double my efforts."

"That hardly fills me with confidence," Reise replied sharply followed by some loud footsteps and the sound of a door slamming.

Kane used this opportunity to sneak out of the shadows and continued his walk onto the bridge, "Snot nosed little punk," Trivium grumbled under his breath until his spotted Kane, "so now you choose to appear," his snorted, "what do you want you walking calculator?"

"I am enquiring as to the whereabouts of the Princess," Kane asked, "I have not seen here in several days."

"Her battles with the Rangers have left her tired and scarred," Trivium stated, "you will see her again once she is fully recovered." He took a couple of seconds to look over the mechanoid, "How much of that conversation did you hear?"

"The Prince is restless," Kane stated, "it has been a while since we encountered resistance."

"Very true," Trivium paused, allowing a smirk to cross his face, "perhaps the Prince has become complacent."

"Are you not his regent and therefore in charge of our mission?" Kane asked the Count.

Trivium's smirk turned into a sneer, "Know your place robot," he replied with malice, "perhaps if you pulled your weight around here, we wouldn't be in this position." With a flourish of his cape, he stalked away without saying another word.

Kane stood impassive for several moments before grabbing a dimensional bug from a nearby console. He turned and left the bridge before the other members of the crew could return.

Down on Earth, Stevie's car screeched into the school parking lot before stopping across several parking bays. The blue ranger scrambled out, throwing her training bag onto her shoulder, "Man, Coach is going to kill me this time," she groaned after checking her watch.

She jogged over to the running tracking, stumbling as she tried to remove her tracksuit bottoms at the same time. She tossed her bag onto a bench, toeing off her trainers off and abandoning them on the grass. She sat down with a thump, pulling her running spikes from the bag, "I'd get a shift on Stevie," a voice called from the track, belonging to a Latina girl with shoulder length brown hair, "Coach is in a bad mood today."

"What else is new," Stevie replied, jamming her spikes on and hopping over to the track to join the girl, "has she noticed I was late?"

The brunette chuckled, "Coach Newton sees everything, especially someone who is twenty minutes late to training, again." Stevie groaned but said nothing as she jogged around the track with the girl.

Unfortunately Stevie had barely completed the lap before she was spotted, "Chang, a word," Coach Newton barked.

"Great," the blue ranger shook her head.

"I'll come with you, I seem to be in her good books at the moment. Maybe she'll be less like to shout if I'm there," the brunette offered Stevie a weak smile.

"See that's what I love about you Mel, your complete and often misplaced optimism," Stevie offered the girl a small smile and jogged over to a grumpy looking Coach Newton, "Afternoon Coach, has anyone said you're looking radiant today?"

"Save your creeping Stevie," Coach shook her head, "I thought we had an agreement when you joined the team that you would put in one hundred percent."

"I'm really sorry Coach, there was a monster attack and all the roads were closed," Stevie pleaded.

"It's not the first time you've used that excuse Stevie," Coach Newton sighed, "I was following details of the attack, it was on the other side of the city from your house." Stevie wanted to reply that was part of the reason she was late but bit her tongue just in time, "I've covered for you with the Principle mainly because you have made up the time at the end of each session but I'm beginning to wonder if you're taking advantage."

"I'm sure that's not the case Coach," Mel chipped in.

Coach Newton shook her head, "I know you're standing up for your friend Gomez but as team captain, you should be more concerned about this. We have a graduation meeting in just a few weeks, if Stevie is late for that, the team won't be able to compete."

There was silence amongst the trio with Mel giving Stevie a brief glance before she responded, "It won't be a problem Coach."

"I hope so," Coach Newton said with a sigh, "because it's your neck on the line too," the brunette nodded, "off you go, Gomez will catch you up on today's session."

As the two teens jogged back onto the track, Stevie said, "Thanks for backing me up Mel, you didn't have to do that."

"It's what best friends do for each other," Mel shrugged, "but I do have a favour to ask, I need a partner for the upcoming for the school talent show in a couple of days."

The blue ranger let out a loud groan, "Come on Mel, you know I can barely hold a tune."

"Principle Guest said I could only enter as part of a duo," Mel groaned, "I reckon Cindy got in his ear, she knows I'm the best singer in school."

"Modest too," Stevie chuckled, the pair continued to jog in silence for a few hundred meters until she spoke again, "I'm not sure, the last time we were on stage together it didn't go well."

"That was in Fifth Grade," Mel replied dismissively, "this will look really good on your College application," she tried pleading with the blue ranger.

Stevie snorted, "Like I have a chance at College after the last year, you're gonna have to try harder than that."

There was a sudden icy silence between the friends before Mel said, "This will make up for all the times you've flaked out on me recently," Stevie slowed in her stride and chewed her lip, "we've been friends since Pre-K Stevie and you've blown me off more in the last few weeks than you have done since we've known each other."

"Way to guilt trip me," Stevie grumbled, "I've just had a few last minute things to do."

"With your new celebrity friend?" Mel asked coldly, "it's the talk of the school, how Stephanie Chang is now best friends with Rachel Zane."

"It's not like that," Stevie snapped in frustration, "she's just helping me out with a bit of part time work, that's all." Mel let out an uncommitted grunt in response, "Fine I'll help you out, just tell me when and where."

"Tomorrow morning in the music block," Mel eventually replied, "Principle Guest has allowed me to use one of the rooms to practice."

"Tomorrow's Saturday though," Stevie grumbled, getting her a sharp look from her friend, "which is absolutely perfect, I had nothing planned."

A half smile crossed Mel's face, "Correct answer, now we should be warmed up enough, we're doing sprint intervals today," with that, the Latina sprinted off into the distance.

"Not fair," Stevie resisted the urge to tap into her Avian powers as she hurried after her best friend.

The following morning the two friends were working on their performance with Mel tried to coach Stevie through their song. As the blue ranger struggled to hit the notes, the track team captain involuntarily winced, bringing Stevie to an abrupt halt, "See I told you I sucked," she pouted and slumped into a chair.

"I'll admit, you need a bit of practice," Stevie glared at her friend, "at worst we can turn your mic down," this didn't improve the blue ranger's mood, "I appreciate what you're doing, that's all that matters."

"Great, that makes my upcoming public humiliation worth it," Stevie replied sarcastically, "couldn't you pick a duet where I don't have to do much," she began swiping through a playlist on her phone, "ooh how about that Barbie Girl song, I could do the dude's part, pretty hard to mess that up."

There was silence from Mel, "Let's mark that a maybe," the Latina threw a water bottle to Stevie, "why don't we take a break, feel's like ages since we talked properly."

"We had lunch together two days ago," Stevie countered, taking a swig of water.

"Not properly talked, I feel like I get more from TMZ than I do from you," Mel flicked through her phone and turned it to the blue ranger. It was a report from a recent event at Rachel's gym with Stevie featured front and center in many of the pictures, "I didn't even know you worked at Swanfield Gym," the track captain sighed, "according to this, you're one of the personal trainers."

"Advisor really," Stevie replied sheepishly, "I just help Rachel out when I can."

"Enough to talk about Rachel freaking Zane like you know her personally," Mel snorted, "the Stevie I knew wouldn't keep a celebrity friendship a secret."

Stevie dropped the bottle onto a desk with a loud thunk, "Maybe I'm growing up, that's what people have been telling me to do for years."

Mel bit back a retort but visibly stopped herself and took a deep breath before continuing, "It's not just that, you've been late to every training session and cancelling plans at short notice." She shuffled a little closer to Stevie, "It feels like you're keeping a secret from me," the blue ranger briefly adverted her gaze, "we promised not to do that from each other."

"And I'm not now," Stevie said quickly, "I was practically a ghost last year, I'm just making up for lost time."

Silence hung between the best friends until Mel let out a reluctant sigh, "Just remember I'm here if you need me." She slowly got to her feet, "We should get back to practice," but before she could continue, Stevie's communicator went off, "what was that?"

"Erm cell phone," Stevie leapt to her feet, "gimme two seconds," she dashed out the door before Mel could protest. Once in the hallway, she quickly activated her device, "This better be important," she snapped into the comm.

"Depends if you count a Vyglass attack as important," came Major Earhardt's terse response, "but if you have more important things to do, I'll polite ask them if they could attack the park another time."

"Sorry rough morning," Stevie grumbled, "I'll be there as quick as I can."

"Don't rush yourself," Taylor responded sarcastically before shutting the comm down.

"Crap," Stevie muttered, "upset the boss and now I'm about to piss off my best friend, not the best minute of my life." She let out a loud sigh before opening the door, to her surprise Mel was already packing her things away, "Oh, are you going somewhere?" the blue ranger asked.

"No but you are," Mel snapped, "let me guess, sick grandparent or sudden emergency at home. Seriously, you need to work on some more creative excuses."

"Come on Mel, don't be like this," Stevie sighed.

"So you're not denying that you're going to bail?" Mel asked, to which Stevie merely stood dumbfounded. Another chime from her communicator didn't help, "Well go on then, before the world ends or something."

Stevie didn't say anything, merely turning and slamming the door. She temporarily lost control over her powers and the wooden door splintered on contact with the frame, "Well that's just perfect, now Principle Guest will be after me for damaging school property." She sprinted down the corridor, not noticing the shocked expression on Mel's face.

Stevie didn't slow down until she reached the park where the others were engaged with the Vyglass. The monster was possibly the strangest looking yet, predominantly yellow with numerous loudspeakers jutting out from his body, especially around his chest and shoulders. His head was just a giant pair of red lips with another loudspeaker in the center. Stevie barely stopped to morph, instantly she summoned her Jet Sword and started hacking away at the Gougers, "Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning," Harley commented.

"Shut up," Stevie grunted whilst slashing a Gouger in half, "unless you want my sword shoved somewhere uncomfortable."

"As entertaining as that would be," Mark began, "maybe we should focus, the Major's unhappy enough already."

"Also my fault," Stevie admitted, "she caught me mid-argument with my best friend."

Rachel slid over, taking down a Gouger with her blaster, "When do we get to meet the famous Melina Gomez? All you ever talk about to your clients is the legendary captain of your track team."

"Well since she probably hates me for abandoning her for the thousandth time this month, probably never." Stevie cried furiously and stabbed a Gouger through the abdomen, disintegrating the poor creature, "This is better than therapy," she chuckled.

"I have never been more terrified of you than I am right now," Ricky said nervously.

Almost singlehandedly Stevie polished off the last few Gougers. Meanwhile, the monster was roaming the park, stopping the civilians trying to flee. Their screams of terror were instantly silenced, after which the beast moved onto its next target, "The hell is it doing?" Harley asked.

Mark trotted over to one of the victims, "Ma'am, are you alright?" The woman tried to speak but no sound came out. She began to frantically wave her arms, "Your voice is gone?" the woman nodded vigorously, "OK, get somewhere safe we'll get your voice back." The woman offered the red ranger a hug and tearfully ran out the park.

"So the Vyglass have created a monster to steal people's voices?" Rachel summarised, "Just one question, why?"

"No idea but it can't be good," Mark replied, "there's a few stragglers over there and the monster's heading right for them," he pointed.

The Ranger leapt into action, putting themselves in the path of the monster, "That's far enough ya weirdo," Harley said, "the hell you want to steal voices for?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," the Vyglass shot a microphone cable from its wrist which wrapped around Harley neck before flicking him across the park, "you don't have the voice I need black ranger." He turn his attention to the white ranger, "Now that's more like it,"

There was a rush of air, almost like a vacuum, keeping Rachel frozen in place. Before any damage could be done, a couple of rounds from Stevie's blaster interrupted his attack, "Keep your speakers to yourself," she cried.

"Gah, curse you blue ranger," he checked a gauge on his wrist, "I have enough to spare," He plugged an audio jack into a slot on his chest and fire out a sonic boom at Stevie. The force of the attack threw the blue ranger across the park where she hit a tree and fell behind a bush.

There was a pulse of light and Stevie's suit disappeared, "Really hate it when that happens," the blue ranger groaned.

The monster began to stalk towards Stevie but his attention was taken by another target, "Ah, I can sense the perfect voice on you," he said to his target just behind Stevie.

The blue ranger rolled enough to spot a familiar face, "Mel," she croaked, "get out of here." Her best friend either didn't hear the warning or couldn't comply in time, allowing it to use its voice extraction, "No!" Stevie cried.

"Now you reveal your beautiful voice," the beast chuckled gleefully. He suddenly came under heavy fire from the other Rangers, "Another time blue," he laughed and teleported away.

Stevie slowly crawled over towards the barely conscious Mel, "Come on Mel, don't do this to me," as the other Rangers approached she cried, "she needs medical attention." Mel tried to speak, her pained expression turning to shock when she realised that she couldn't talk, "Don't worry, I'm here," she grasped Mel's hand and was relieved when she returned the gesture, despite the bemused look on her friend's face.

Later that day, Stevie was lounging on the sofa barely concentrating on the television. The voice stealing Vyglass monster hadn't reappeared in the city. Mark offered to return to base and help Jazz track it down, leaving the rest to return to their normal activities. Stevie waited with Mel until the ambulance arrived but as she wasn't family, they hadn't permitted her to travel to hospital. Quietly she was relieved, she hadn't fancies facing questions from Mel's parents.

A knock on the door dragged Stevie from her daydream, along with a shout from her Mom from her office, "Can you get that Stephanie, I'm just on a call,"

"Yeah, sure," the blue ranger vaguely called back. When she opened the door, it was the last person she expected to see, "Mel, have they discharged you already?" the girl nodded, "How did it go, are you ok?" The dark haired teen frowned and pointed to her throat, "Oh right, the voice thing," Stevie apologized, "was there nothing they could do?"

Mel shook her head before pulling a notepad and pen from her bag, quickly scribbling, "We need to talk" on a free page.

"Yeah course, my Mom's working from home but she-" Mel tapped the blue ranger on the arm with her pen and wrote something else down, "somewhere private," Stevie read aloud. She looked at the grim expression on her friend's face, "Uh oh, I'm not going to like this am I?" Mel sighed and grabbed Stevie's arm, dragging her outside.

Just around the corner was a small play area dominated by a dome shaped climbing frame, "The old jungle gym," Stevie cried, "I can't remember the last time I was here." She stood at the bottom of the structure and looked up, "I remember it being bigger." Mel smiled before climbing to the top, inviting Stevie to do the same, "Ok you got me out here, what's on your mind."

Mel pulled out her phone and hit play on a video, immediately Stevie recognised where the recording was from, "How long were watching the Power Rangers fight?" she asked but Mel drew her attention back to the video. Stevie watched herself get thrown across the park and into a tree. She instinctively winced at the impact before remembering what came next, "Ah," she said simply as the recording caught her demorphing back into her civilian form.

Mel put her phone down and flicked back through her notepad, "Have you prepared questions?" Stevie sniggered, earning her a firm slap on the hand from Mel, "Ow, I was only joking," the blue ranger protested. Mel eventually stopped flicking and showing Stevie her question, "How the hell did this happen?" Stevie read, "you mean how did I become the badass blue ranger for a top secret military team of Power Rangers? Would you believe by complete accident," she joked, to which Mel nodded firmly, "well here's the whole story."

Stevie recalled getting struck by a rogue Avian Wave, getting recruited by Air Force and several of her battles over the last few weeks. She left out the names of the other Rangers but Mel wasn't stupid, she probably figured it out already after hearing about her new friends recently. "You can't tell anyone about this," Stevie said firmly and seriously, "someone else found out our identities and our scary Air Force boss threatened to drop her into some black ops black hole for all eternity."

A shocked look crossed Mel's face before returning to the video. She made sure Stevie watched as she deleted the video, "Thank you," Stevie sighed, "I'm sorry you got caught up in this." Mel scribbled something on her pad, "That's what friends are for," Stevie smiled and gave her friend a one armed hug, "love you too," she said gently touching her head against Mel's, "but if this was the other way around, I'd have sold that video for millions of dollars by now," she joked, earning her a bump from Mel.

The friends laughed, silently in Mel's case before settling into a comfortable silence for several moments, "Sorry about the singing contest," Stevie said, "probably for the best in my case," Mel shrugged dismissively, "shame that monster couldn't have taken the voices of our competition, we'd win by default."

Mel shook her head with a smile, writing on her notepad at the same time, "It needed to go after Ben Jackson instead of all the ladies," Stevie read, "yeah Ben is an annoyingly good singer, damn theatre kid." Stevie paused and read Mel's words again, "What do you mean all the ladies?" she asked. Mel was writing a response as Stevie continued, "Was he only taking female voices?" Mel huffed silently and nodded, quickly scribbling, "As far as I know," on the page.

Stevie thought for a moment before adding, "That would make sense, he didn't seem interested in the black ranger but very interested in me, I mean who wouldn't be," Mel rolled her eyes and shook her head, "right not the time." She called on her communicator to Mel's surprise, "Jazz its Stevie here, you read me?"

After a brief pause, the Scot answered, "Yeah Stevie I'm here, what's going down?"

Ignoring Mel's surprised expression, Stevie continued, "You must've analysed the fight by now, have any male's reported having their voice stolen?"

There was silence over the comm for a few moments as Jazz checked her reports, "No actually, the only reports of stolen voices have come from females," Stevie grinned towards her friend before Jazz added, "what made you ask that?"

"Just an idea I had," Mel swatted a hand towards Stevie but the blue ranger ducked, "I might have a idea, do you know the open air theatre down on Robinson?"

"Vaguely, are you planning something stupid and reckless?" Jazz asked.

"Stupid no," Stevie answered, "reckless, maybe. Can you give me fifteen minutes before asking the others to meet me there?"

"I can but Major Earhardt is going to ask why" Jazz said.

"Just tell her I'm going monster hunting, you're smart I'll let you figure that bit out," Jazz shut down her comm and turned to Mel, "I need your knowledge of sound systems, fancy a trip to the theatre?"

Mel grinned before quickly frowning and scribbled away furiously, "How are we going to get there so quickly?" Stevie read off the page, "now that's the cool part." She quickly looked around to make sure no one else was watching before calling on her morpher, "Jet Force, Take Flight," she called, morphing into the blue ranger, "lost for words?" she teased Mel, "this isn't even the best part." The Swallow Zord suddenly flashed overhead, flying low to the ground. Stevie swept Mel up bridal style and leapt into the cockpit of the Zord before Mel realised what was happening.

After flying to the theatre, Stevie and Mel quickly got to work on the sound system. The outdoor location would make for a perfect location to draw out the monster. No one used the facility during the daytime, they had the hot Arizona sun to thank for that. It was primarily used after the sun went down and the temperature was moderately more tolerable.

Stevie helmet sat on the mixing desk as she watched her friend work furiously away, "We need this as loud as possible," the blue ranger commented, "if this doesn't draw that voice sucker out, I don't know what will."

Mel shifted from her position and plugged a microphone into the desk, the speakers came to life with a loud pop. She went to test the volume but realized that she couldn't speak and swiftly handed it over to Stevie, "Testing, one two," the speakers whistled loudly, "yep, that's working alright," the blue ranger commented whilst rubbing her ear.

Mel gave a thumbs up before pushing a button on the desk, "What does that do?" Stevie asked. The track team captain pointed at a label, "Autotune!" the blue ranger exclaimed, "I do not need that much help with my voice." Mel gave her a look which suggested otherwise, "Fine but only because I want this creep gone as quickly as possible," she huffed, "now, get as far away from here as possible. I don't want you squashed when it grows giant."

The blue ranger grabbed her helmet but was stopped by a hand on her arm. She looked at the concerned face of her friend, "I'll be fine," she replied with a smile, "now go, otherwise a lost voice will be the least of your worries." Mel still looked hesitant but eventually began to jog out the theatre, offering the blue ranger a quick glance before disappearing.

Stevie let out a deep breath and replaced her helmet. Grabbing the microphone she muttered, "Time to give the performance of my life." Clearing her throat she began to sing, "Baby, you light up my world like no body else."

After finishing the chorus, she began to look around, "Come on monster, don't make me sing One Direction in public again," she mumbled to herself. Resigning herself to another rendition, she was about to sing again when an unseen force knocked her off her feet, landing tangled amongst the stage curtains.

Once Stevie extracted herself, the monster was stomping down the aisle towards the stage, "Not bad, I'll give you a seven out of ten," it chuckled.

"Seven?" Stevie stomped her foot, "and that was with autotune too."

"I've stolen better voices today but that doesn't mean yours won't make an excellent addition to my collection," the beast said, preparing its extractor.

Stevie fired a burst from her Jet Blaster which pushed the monster back, "Sorry, gonna have to pass," she snapped and replaced her blaster with the Jet Gauntlet. Ducking underneath a few swing from the monster, the blue ranger planted a boot on its chest, sending it flying off the stage and into the orchestra pit.

The monster roared in anger and began throwing chairs at the blue ranger, who rolled around the stage in a desperate attempt to avoid getting struck. Suddenly the monster launched its mic cable which wrapped around her arm, "Not so swift now are you blue?" it laughed. Stevie struggled against the cable wrapped around her Gauntlet but the grip was too strong. It yanked her off the stage and into the front row of seating, "Any final words," the creature taunted.

Before it could extract Stevie's voice, a blast of laser fire struck the monster, loosing its grip on the blue ranger. Seeing her chance she activated the taser function on her Jet Gauntlet, sending the charge straight through the monsters attached mic cable. It twitched violently before getting catapulted across the arena. Stevie got to her feet, placing her hands on her hips as the other Rangers approached, "What kept you guys?" she huffed.

Mark looked around at the destruction in the theatre, "Looks like you've been busy," he commented dryly, "was this part of your plan?"

"Pretty much," Stevie shrugged, "lure monster, smash monster, save the day and go home, maybe pick up a cheeseburger on the way."

The red ranger sighed, "Seriously though, you must've had something in mind."

"Well I figured out that the monster only wanted female voices," Stevie began, "maybe we should see what happens when it tries to steal a male voice." She bent down and picked up her discarded mic, "Any takers?" she asked the male Rangers.

Mark and Ricky looked at each other, neither making a grab for the microphone, "Honestly," Harley huffed, "if you want something doing." By now the monster was staggering around, several of its speakers were clearly destroyed. The black ranger raised the microphone and crooned, "Country road, take me home." The monster bent over in pain as the Rangers stared in shock at Harley's competent singing, "To the place where I belong."

The last of the monsters speakers exploded and it gave one final twitch before collapsing face first. Harley turned and dramatically dropped the mic, "Worst monster ever," he said whilst walking towards the exit.

"I think someone's been holding out on us," Rachel teased the black ranger.

"Please, the autotune was on," Stevie snorted in response.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," Harley chuckled, "drink are on me back at the bar."

Before he could step another step, there was a loud and very familiar rumble from the monster's prone body, "Drinks will have to wait," Mark said as the monster began to tower over the city, "looks like we're going to need the zords."

Five brightly coloured vehicles flashed across the sky and the Rangers flew into their respective Zords, "Straight to Warrior Mode with this one," the red ranger instructed. The others agreed and initiated the relevant sequence and soon the Jet Force Megazord stood over the city. Unfortunately for the Rangers, the monsters growth spurt has also restored its loudspeakers, "Damn that packs a punch," Mark groaned as his control panel sparked.

"Punch," Stevie muttered, "that gives me an idea," she slapped a couple of buttons on her panel, "Rocket Punch, fire," she cried. The Megazord's fists blasted towards the beast crushing two of its largest speakers, "Steal my friend's voice will ya," the blue ranger celebrated.

Despite the attack, the monster still managed to unleash a sonic attack, once again staggering the Megazord, "That attack was weaker than the last but we won't be able to take too more hits like that," Ricky exclaimed. The monster managed to wrap the Megazord's arms together with a microphone cable attack. Sparks flew from every console, "Shields down to forty four percent and still dropping," the yellow ranger said to the others, "Any ideas?"

The team were jostled around in the cockpit with Rachel almost getting thrown out of her seat, "What if we switched modes?" the white ranger began, "we'd be free of its grip."

"Worth a try," Mark replied, "initiating Jet Mode," he added with a thrush of his control stick. Unfortunately the monster's cable maintained its tight grip, despite the broader shape of Jet Mode, "What's that cable made of," the red ranger groaned.

Underneath her helmet, Stevie smirked, "Actually that works to our advantage," She took control of the Megazord, firing its thrusters and jetting off into the sky. The monster tried to pull back but it wasn't strong enough and ended up in the sky, still attached to the Megazord. The blue ranger directed the Zord into the hills around Aaronsdale, picking a narrow canyon to fly into. Once inside she banked left and right which resulted in the monster acting like a pendulum and striking the cliff faces.

The canyon ended abruptly in a sheer cliff face, something the other Rangers were spotted out the cockpit window, "Erm Stevie," Ricky tapped the blue ranger on the shoulder, pointing at the rocks ahead.

"I see it," she pulled back on the stick, sending the Megazord skywards at an almost vertical angle. The G-Forces caused the monster to lose its grip but his momentum was still travelling horizontally and it was whipped towards the cliff face where it promptly met its fiery destruction, "Who says I didn't pay attention in Physics class," Stevie chuckled to herself.

"Can you warn us next time you do that," Rachel grumbled, gripping firmly to her console.

"Is this thing equipped with sick bag," a groggy Ricky added.

"You should be used to that after simulator training," Mark replied, "maybe we need to spend more time on the centrifuge."

Harley snorted, "No thank you, I don't want to revisit my lunch," he patted Stevie on the shoulder, "good job kid," he added quietly. Stevie smiled beneath her helmet before setting course back to the city.

The following night was the talent show and backstage at the High School, a nervous Stevie was waiting for her turn. Mel laughed at her friend pacing the floor, "So taking on fifty foot monsters doesn't make you nervous but singing in public does," the track captain teased.

"Giant monsters only hurt you physically," the blue ranger replied, "embarrassment leaves deep emotional scars." Stevie stopped pacing for a moment, "Really wished they cancelled the whole show."

"I thought it was nice of Principle Guest to offer use of the High School," Mel shrugged, "especially after the Power Rangers trashed the outdoor theatre."

"We didn't trash it deliberately," Stevie grumbled, "but sometimes there's collateral damage."

Mel let out a soft laugh, "I bet that's why you chose that theatre to lure the monster to," she added with a shake of her head.

"No comment," the blue ranger said before quickly changing the subject, "I'm really glad your voice came back, just a shame you have to share the stage with me."

"Maybe I can help with that," Stevie recongised the Scottish accent immediately, "Jasminder Sharma, average guitarist at your service," Jazz raised a black bodied acoustic guitar. Mel's eyes widened as she recognised the voice as the same one Stevie called yesterday through her communicator, "I can only play a few songs, I hope you know Wonderwall cause that's the best I can do."

"Jazz, what's going on?" Stevie asked.

"Well since you were talking about leaving the country to get out of performing, I didn't want to see your friend miss out," Jazz shrugged, "plus I've seen her YouTube videos, she's good." Mel blushed at the praise, "But most importantly you'll owe me three massive favours after today."

Stevie frowned, "Why three? Surely performing tonight isn't that important," she turned to her best friend, "no offence Mel."

"Oh me risking public humiliation counts as one favour," Jazz said, "using your Zord without authorisation to transport a civilian who also knows your morphing secret, that has to count as two." She held her hand out to stop Stevie's protest, "Don't try to deny it, I saw it with my own eyes."

The blue ranger let out a sigh, "Are you going to tell Major Earhardt?"

Jazz offered a sly grin in response, "Like I said, you owe me several favours now." There was applause from the audience from the other side of the curtain, "Sounds like that's our cue, come on Miss Gomez let's knock 'em dead."

Just as they were about to go through the curtain, Stevie called out, "How did you find out?"

Jazz looked over her shoulder, "I've got eyes everywhere," she said ominously.

"Creepy much," Stevie shuddered, "hey, break a leg out there," Jazz nodded and Mel gave her a warm smile. Stevie watch them step onto stage, at least her Ranger life and high school life were finally able to come together, for one night at least.

A/N – Has it been three months? Oh dear, I'll try not to wait too long between updates next time but no promises.