Location: Timeline 993 – Angel Grove, Crater Remnant Zone
Mission Objective: Recover the Crystallized Morph Core | Danger Level: Extreme
Time Left Before Grid Collapse: 04:15:07
The city was dead.
Not destroyed. Not burning. Just… empty.
What used to be Angel Grove—the birthplace of the original Rangers—was now a cratered wasteland swallowed by purple dusk. Buildings bent at impossible angles. Streets flickered with echoes of past battles. And in the distance, a once-proud Zord lay crumpled into a skeletal monument of rust and grief.
The Red TyrannoZord.
Kael stepped forward, staring up at it. It had been hollowed out, its circuits twisted, repurposed into a towering watchtower brimming with corrupted energy.
"Someone turned that into a beacon," Mira said, her scanner buzzing. "It's pulsing in a pattern. Like it's sending a signal across realities."
"To who?" Ayla asked, her voice unusually quiet.
"To whatever still listens in the dark," Rin answered, eyes narrowed.
Scene 1: The Ghost of the Grid
The team made their way through the ruins—quiet, focused, avoiding echo traps left in the wreckage.
But Kael wasn't talking.
Not since Mara.
Mira kept glancing at him. "You don't have to be stone. You're not a machine."
"I'm fine."
"You're not. No one is."
Thorne cut in. "She's right. You nearly let Mara kill you. You're letting guilt drive this mission."
"She was family," Kael muttered. "You don't know what that means to me."
"I do," Thorne said sharply. "Because I betrayed mine. Doesn't mean I get to destroy myself in their name."
Kael didn't respond.
Ayla, up ahead, gasped.
They reached the center of the crater.
The Morph Core—cracked, hovering inches above the rubble—shimmered with fractured light. It pulsed… like a heartbeat.
But before anyone could approach, the wind dropped.
Everything stilled.
And then—
A voice echoed.
"You don't belong here."
The team froze.
From the shadows of the broken Zord's ribcage, a figure emerged. Glowing white. Not armored. Not morphed. Just a man in silver-and-black.
But familiar.
Kael took a step back.
"…No way."
The man looked at him.
His eyes glowed faintly blue.
"Jason Scott."
Scene 2: Broken Legacy
Jason—legend, Red Ranger, first of them all—walked forward like a memory brought to life.
But something was wrong.
His skin shimmered like static. His footsteps echoed without sound. His presence pressed on the mind like a half-formed nightmare.
"Is this… a memory echo?" Mira whispered.
"No," Rin said, expression dark. "This is a defensive remnant. The Grid kept his image alive here… to protect the core."
Jason looked at Kael.
"Red to Red," he said. "You were a leader once."
"I still am."
Jason tilted his head. "Then why do you walk like you're waiting to fall again?"
Kael's jaw clenched. "I don't have to explain myself to a ghost."
Jason didn't flinch.
Instead, he morphed in a burst of glowing red. The original armor—clean, shining, timeless.
"I am the gatekeeper of this timeline's last spark," he said. "You want it? Show me you're worthy."
"Is this a test?" Mira asked.
"No," Jason said, summoning his blade. "This is a lesson. And if he fails—he dies."
Scene 3: Red vs Red
Kael didn't hesitate.
He morphed instantly—flaring in bright red plasma—and charged.
Their blades clashed, throwing out sparks that danced across the ruins. Each move mirrored—the same techniques, same instincts—one refined by legacy, the other twisted by loss.
"You fight like you've forgotten what the color means," Jason said mid-duel.
Kael snarled. "It means I carry the weight no one else would."
"That's not leadership. That's punishment."
He struck hard—Kael faltered.
"You blame yourself for their deaths. But you forgot the one truth all Reds must hold."
Jason slashed downward.
Kael barely blocked—knees shaking.
"What truth?!"
"You were never meant to do it alone."
Jason swung again—faster.
Kael dodged—but stumbled.
Mira, Ayla, and Thorne started forward to help—
Jason's voice roared through the crater.
"No interference. He has to earn this."
Kael stood.
Breathing hard. Bleeding beneath the helmet.
He looked at Jason—not as a threat.
But as a mirror.
"…You're right," Kael said. "I let grief chain me. Let guilt blind me. But I'm still standing. Still fighting."
The red glow around him began to shift—deeper, clearer, like the color was remembering itself.
Kael raised his blade.
"I'm not here to be forgiven. I'm here to finish what we all started."
He charged—
One final clash.
And when the light faded—
Jason was gone.
Only the Morph Core remained.
Whole again.
Scene 4: The Cracks Beneath the Surface
Back at the rendezvous point, the team watched Kael approach with the core in his hands. His armor flickered, unstable—but his eyes were focused.
"You passed," Rin said.
Kael shook his head.
"No. I remembered."
Ayla looked at the sky, where stars bent slightly. "Anyone else feel like we're being watched?"
"I've felt it since we arrived," Thorne said.
Mira scanned the horizon.
Then froze.
"What?" Kael asked.
"Something's following us across timelines," she said slowly. "It's not Elios. It's not corrupted."
She turned toward Rin.
"…It's tied to you."
Rin didn't move.
But his white armor dimmed slightly.
Then—he smiled.
Just barely.
Like he already knew.
Location: Timeline 993 – Angel Grove, Crater Remnant Zone
Mission Objective: Recover the Crystallized Morph Core | Danger Level: Extreme
Time Left Before Grid Collapse: 04:15:07
The city was dead.
Not destroyed. Not burning. Just… empty.
What used to be Angel Grove—the birthplace of the original Rangers—was now a cratered wasteland swallowed by purple dusk. Buildings bent at impossible angles. Streets flickered with echoes of past battles. And in the distance, a once-proud Zord lay crumpled into a skeletal monument of rust and grief.
The Red TyrannoZord.
Kael stepped forward, staring up at it. It had been hollowed out, its circuits twisted, repurposed into a towering watchtower brimming with corrupted energy.
"Someone turned that into a beacon," Mira said, her scanner buzzing. "It's pulsing in a pattern. Like it's sending a signal across realities."
"To who?" Ayla asked, her voice unusually quiet.
"To whatever still listens in the dark," Rin answered, eyes narrowed.
Scene 1: The Ghost of the Grid
The team made their way through the ruins—quiet, focused, avoiding echo traps left in the wreckage.
But Kael wasn't talking.
Not since Mara.
Mira kept glancing at him. "You don't have to be stone. You're not a machine."
"I'm fine."
"You're not. No one is."
Thorne cut in. "She's right. You nearly let Mara kill you. You're letting guilt drive this mission."
"She was family," Kael muttered. "You don't know what that means to me."
"I do," Thorne said sharply. "Because I betrayed mine. Doesn't mean I get to destroy myself in their name."
Kael didn't respond.
Ayla, up ahead, gasped.
They reached the center of the crater.
The Morph Core—cracked, hovering inches above the rubble—shimmered with fractured light. It pulsed… like a heartbeat.
But before anyone could approach, the wind dropped.
Everything stilled.
And then—
A voice echoed.
"You don't belong here."
The team froze.
From the shadows of the broken Zord's ribcage, a figure emerged. Glowing white. Not armored. Not morphed. Just a man in silver-and-black.
But familiar.
Kael took a step back.
"…No way."
The man looked at him.
His eyes glowed faintly blue.
"Jason Scott."
Scene 2: Broken Legacy
Jason—legend, Red Ranger, first of them all—walked forward like a memory brought to life.
But something was wrong.
His skin shimmered like static. His footsteps echoed without sound. His presence pressed on the mind like a half-formed nightmare.
"Is this… a memory echo?" Mira whispered.
"No," Rin said, expression dark. "This is a defensive remnant. The Grid kept his image alive here… to protect the core."
Jason looked at Kael.
"Red to Red," he said. "You were a leader once."
"I still am."
Jason tilted his head. "Then why do you walk like you're waiting to fall again?"
Kael's jaw clenched. "I don't have to explain myself to a ghost."
Jason didn't flinch.
Instead, he morphed in a burst of glowing red. The original armor—clean, shining, timeless.
"I am the gatekeeper of this timeline's last spark," he said. "You want it? Show me you're worthy."
"Is this a test?" Mira asked.
"No," Jason said, summoning his blade. "This is a lesson. And if he fails—he dies."
Scene 3: Red vs Red
Kael didn't hesitate.
He morphed instantly—flaring in bright red plasma—and charged.
Their blades clashed, throwing out sparks that danced across the ruins. Each move mirrored—the same techniques, same instincts—one refined by legacy, the other twisted by loss.
"You fight like you've forgotten what the color means," Jason said mid-duel.
Kael snarled. "It means I carry the weight no one else would."
"That's not leadership. That's punishment."
He struck hard—Kael faltered.
"You blame yourself for their deaths. But you forgot the one truth all Reds must hold."
Jason slashed downward.
Kael barely blocked—knees shaking.
"What truth?!"
"You were never meant to do it alone."
Jason swung again—faster.
Kael dodged—but stumbled.
Mira, Ayla, and Thorne started forward to help—
Jason's voice roared through the crater.
"No interference. He has to earn this."
Kael stood.
Breathing hard. Bleeding beneath the helmet.
He looked at Jason—not as a threat.
But as a mirror.
"…You're right," Kael said. "I let grief chain me. Let guilt blind me. But I'm still standing. Still fighting."
The red glow around him began to shift—deeper, clearer, like the color was remembering itself.
Kael raised his blade.
"I'm not here to be forgiven. I'm here to finish what we all started."
He charged—
One final clash.
And when the light faded—
Jason was gone.
Only the Morph Core remained.
Whole again.
Scene 4: The Cracks Beneath the Surface
Back at the rendezvous point, the team watched Kael approach with the core in his hands. His armor flickered, unstable—but his eyes were focused.
"You passed," Rin said.
Kael shook his head.
"No. I remembered."
Ayla looked at the sky, where stars bent slightly. "Anyone else feel like we're being watched?"
"I've felt it since we arrived," Thorne said.
Mira scanned the horizon.
Then froze.
"What?" Kael asked.
"Something's following us across timelines," she said slowly. "It's not Elios. It's not corrupted."
She turned toward Rin.
"…It's tied to you."
Rin didn't move.
But his white armor dimmed slightly.
Then—he smiled.
Just barely.
Like he already knew.
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