Yuuri knew she had the chance to find out just who their mysterious ally was. The time for secrets was over, and it was now that they deserved to know the truth; all of it. "I have just one question," she said, standing up as she once again became the leader of her team. "You said when you first arrived that you could not then reveal who you are. I ask this now. How is it that you know all the key events in which we needed your help? Our timeline's history makes no mention of you ever appearing, nor the presence of the Shadow Winger."

He shrugged. "The simplest answer is the correct one, Yuuri. TimeShadow didn't exist in the last cycle, because I died at Hades Island. I was supposed to die there again this cycle, but something changed the course of events that Time Force plotted." Again, he paused, because then he saw Yuuri's eyes go wide. She was starting to understand now at last, as were the others. He didn't need to tell them who he was, because they already knew him. "That's right. I've been doing my best to protect you, just like I promised. It wasn't Ransik that I told you to find, it was Wes. I never meant for you to go after Ransik, because I knew that he wasn't the monster Time Force had meant for him to be, not after this many cycles."

She shook her head, unable to believe it, though deep down, she knew it to be true. She still had to see, with her own eyes, that she wasn't just hoping beyond reality. "Take your helmet off," Yuuri finally whispered. "I have to see...with my own eyes..."

He nodded, and, at last, reached up to unlock the clamps of his helmet. There was a hiss while he tilted his head down, allowing his mouth plate to slide open. A click filled the air for a moment, and he pulled away his helmet to reveal long black hair, but there was a patch of light brown growing out from the roots for about an inch. He breathed in, then continued, drawing his helmet away from his face and looking up.

There was shock in the eyes of the Rangers as they saw at last the face of the TimeShadow. His left eye was gone, replaced with a cybernetic optic, and his ears were now replaced by mechanics that doubled as hearing systems and the locks for his helmet. There was obviously even more massive trauma still to his body, obvious by the metal plates under his cheek on the right side that ran down his neck, but despite all this, it was him. Against everything they knew, everything that they had been told, he was still alive, and now Yuuri understood why she always had the feeling of comfort around him.

"Oh god," she whispered softly, breaking into tears. "Alex!"

The End of Illusions
Part 2

The shock still hadn't worn off, even as TimeShadow set his helmet down on a stand. "I'm sorry for having hidden from you all," he explained. "But I knew that I couldn't reveal myself while there was still a chance I was wrong about Time Force. I'm only sorry that I was right, because now, there is something much worse than the Mavericks or what they claimed Ransik is to worry about."

No one said anything, until Domon spoke up at last. "They're going to destroy the past," he whispered, glancing to the man they now knew was Alexander Murphy, the original TimeRed. "They're going to destroy everything we've worked for, just to maintain control!"

Surprisingly, Alex shook his head. "No," he said. "They'll not just destroy the past, they'll erase it all. The entire cycle, past, present, and future, will all be deleted from existence because it holds the threat to Time Force's existence." He paused a moment. "Because in the future that the tenth cycle holds, Time Force will never exist, and neither will this version of me." He smiled slightly while running his hand through his hair. "Though, I have a feeling my past self is going to have it even rougher than I did."

That got the Rangers' attention. "Past self?" Lucas asked. "What do you mean, your past self?"

"You mean you haven't figured it out yet?" Alex returned. He was genuinely amused now. "It's the reason Wes can use the Red Changer. We don't share DNA, it is the exact same DNA, right down to the source of it." He smiled when he saw that they still didn't understand. Alex then ruffled his hair up to regain a look he hadn't had in a long time, and one that shocked his friends. "Guys, it's me. I told you that nothing would ever break us up, not even time itself."

That's when it clicked. "Wes?!" they screamed in realization. Now it all made sense, and why, with the brown hair under his black locks, that Alex seemed to be so different from how they knew him. It hadn't been until he mopped his hair up that they saw the exact resemblence to the one they now knew as TimeRed. "Wes, is it really you?!"

At Syon's question, he nodded. "Guess I have a lot to explain now. See, we never captured Ransik in our timeline, he vanished when Time Force caused a temporal storm. I got pulled into one of the rifts and ended up in the year twenty-nine ninety-five. With the knowledge I had, I realized that the Alex who Yuuri told me about was infact myself, and so I assumed that identity and joined Time Force, so I could be with Yuuri."

"But you knew that you were going to die in the year three thousand," Lucas stated.

He shrugged. "I knew that I had died before, yes," Alex confirmed. "But I'd also learned in my experiences with you guys that time was continuiously changing in small ways. So, I knew that in this cycle, I had a chance of living."

Her tears still came, but Yuuri at last calmed down enough to reach over to Alex's face before halting. "Do they....doesn't it hurt?"

Alex smiled, then shut down his armor to reveal the black uniform style coverall he wore underneath. It was then that they saw just how much of him was indeed machine. His entire left arm had been replaced, obvious because the sleeve had been removed, and they could see the sections of his right leg that were bulky from cybernetics. There was also some bulk under the right section of his suit, and when he unzipped it to show them, the cybernetics there were revealed. "The pain was in dying," Alex replied. "The pain in ressurection was worth it." He then pulled off the top of his coverall and turned to show the massive cybernetic reconstruction that had been done to his back and spine, right where Ransik had dealt the killing blow. In fact, every area of Alex's body that had been replaced corrosponded to the massive injuries they'd seen on him when he'd died.

"The funny part is," he said, pulling his coverall back on and zipping it up. "It wasn't Time Force that saved my life. They had intended me to die at Hades Island." With a smile, Alex looked out of the viewport. "It was a group of Replicants and mutants who saved me. As a matter of fact, Blade was the one who rescued me from Time Force, so I'm a bit sorry I never really got to thank him."

Syon nodded, then noticed the small device attached to Alex's mechanical arm. "What's that for?" he asked, pointing to the device and the blue crystal that was embedded in it.

Alex hesitated before answering. "It's something I was left by Blade," he answered. "I'm sure you know of how the Quantum Hunter got her powers." He paused, knowing that they were getting the idea. "His old partner, Syphon, had done it first, which is how he knew the transformation was possible. My powers are the remains of the Hunter Syphon." Again, he paused, but this time it was a respecting silence. "In fact, Syphon died helping Blade rescue me, which is why I'm really sorry I never got to met him properly."

There was a beeping sound, alerting the five to the cockpit. As Alex strapped back into his seat, he swore at what he saw. "Damnit! Everyone strap in and hold on!" he ordered, tapping a key to switch back to manuel control. He pulled hard the controls to send the Shadow Winger into a sharp jinx, then cut the engines for a brief freefall before re-engaging and punching in the overdrive. His manuever saved their lives, the Rangers realized, when they looked out the viewport and saw the TimeMega in jet mode roar past them.

"We've gott'a go back and warn Wes and Eric!" Lucas exclaimed from his seat, then remembered that in a sense, Wes already knew. "I mean, we have to warn-"

"I think all of us, including me, are way too used to thinking of me as Alex!" the man shouted back from the cockpit. "Leave it at that, Lucas, because whether we like it or not, I'm not Wes Collins anymore!" He grunted as he pulled hard to avoid another attack from the TimeMega, then began booting up the navigation computer. "But you're right, we have to warn them! I have no doubt that Logan's already begun sending troops into the past to start killing everyone, including Ransik!"

The Winger's computer began rapidly calculating the tragections and accelerations needed for the journey back into the past, but with all the blasts that buffeted the craft, it was having a hard time maintaining a stable computation. "Unable to compute safe course of travel."

"Can we still traverse the timestream without safeguards?"

The computer hesitated for a moment. "Affirmitive, but travel of the continuim in present conditions is not recommended."

Alex gritted his teeth and began starting up the flux drive of the Shadow Winger. "It'll have to do. Disable safeties and plot a course for the years two thousand six! Spacial coordinates; Earth, Sol Sector! Geographical; Silver Hills, California!"

"Warning! Safe course cannot be calculated under current conditions. There is too much assualt to navigate a proper tragection of entry into the timestream."

Now it was really starting to make Alex angry. "Fuck!" he swore while reaching back and opening a panel to reveal three large switches. "Disabling safties...forget safe path of travel, just make the entry vector calculations and leave the rest to me!"

"Confirmed."

There was a moment of worry as the computer ran through the entry vectors needed. Alex winced as another round of blasts shook the Shadow Winger, causing the numbers to recalculate. Every time there was even a slight variation in his heading, the computer was forced to recompute all the data, which was why he knew this was not going to be easy. A manuel hyperspace jump would have been easier to do than this kind of entry. "Did I ever mention how much I hate that piece of shit?" he muttered under his breath while trying to get the entry vectors he needed.

The computer at last gave him the variables he needed, and although he knew that, being they were now the closest guess he was going to get, they weren't the stablest vectors, it was all he had. "Temporal vectors; two-zero-zero-six point three-one-nine, continuim one-zero!" he called, tapping at the keypad to his right. "Set vector to spacial; sector zero-zero-one point three! Geographical; five-one-seven mark six-one point nine!"

"Course confirmed. Powering flux drive."

He gritted his teeth, knowing that, if they made it, the journey was going to be one hell of a bumpy ride. "Hold on!" he cried while punching in the afterburn drives and engaging the flux core. Light began to ribbon about the Winger as it tore through the air, while sparkling bursts of lightning crackled through the hull. Alex, for a moment, wasn't sure they'd make it, but then, just as the shield failure alert went off, the time stream tore open to swallow up the Winger, now forcing him to use every bit of skill he'd learned in the past five years to hold the craft steady. He only hoped that they wouldn't be too late.

2006.319

Ransik sat in his quarters, head bowed as if in prayer. Frax stood by in a corner, being that he knew what answer Ransik was seeking. Time Force's agents had left, but they had left their mission incomplete, which meant that the higher echelons of Time Force were planning something. What that was, however, they could not figure out. "Ransik, perhaps-"

He held up his hand, sighing deeply. Nadria was also in the room, huddled in her own corner, but looking to the man she called her brother all the same. For a moment, he said nothing, but then he blinked. "Our only recourse is to meet with the remaining Time Rangers," he stated, refering to Wes and Eric. "We know that the Rangers have, these last six weeks, been taking actions to prevent the horrors that shaped our future. I believe that this means they know my cause, and have decided to aid the betterment of the future."

"Thus, we should ally with those who share our hopes," Frax concluded. He nodded, knowing that Ransik was right. "And I believe that now, they will be willing to give us a chance to speak."

There was an air of silence before Ransik rose from his desk. He picked up a hypo-spray cartridge, then nodded to both Frax and Nadira. "Set this prison for self-destruct," he ordered. "We must make sure that this house of violence never falls into the wrong hands." He paused, then picked up the case of remaining vaccine that he had and a hypo-spray. "Frax, I know you don't want to hear this, but you must leave the Reavers behind. Should someone abuse them-"

The cyborg nodded, knowing well that it was a request Ransik was not lightly giving. After all, the Reavers had, years ago, aided him in saving the life of Samuel Gien. "I'll begin the shut down command as soon as we're ready to leave."

It was late in the night, or more accurate, very early in the morning. Wes and Eric sat in the clock tower, thinking about what would happen now. "We could always go help the Guardians," Eric suggested. "You said it yourself, your father's proven he understands now what he's gotten into."

Wes nodded, but something still seemed wrong. His instincts told him that something horrible was coming, something that he and Eric could not face alone. "I just got this bad feeling," he finally said, glancing to the picture of him and all the Time Rangers, plus Matt. "Like...I don't know, like it's not over yet."

Suddenly, the glass skylights of the clock tower shattered and rained down into the loft. Wes and Eric scrambled away from the showering glass, then saw a cluster of machines drop in through the ceiling. Both remembered these machines well; they were the same robots that had aided Ares. But the Mavericks were gone, the Time Rangers had made sure of that, as had the Quantum Hunter. "What the hell?!" Eric exclaimed in shock. It was then that he noticed something about these robots. He had seen it before, but never close enough to get the details; they carried the Time Force emblem on their chest plates. These robot soldiers were Time Force enforcer drones! "Son of a bitch!"

"I see it!" Wes yelled back, having noticed the same thing. He now realized the horrible truth, why Time Force had recalled its agents without a completed mission. But why were they attacking their own operatives? "But I don't get it!"

Regardless, he scrambled to a black case and threw it open to reveal the nasty looking pulse rifle inside. He pulled it out and threw the weapon to Eric, then opened another such case to get out another similar firearm. "We live through this," he muttered to his partner. "Remind me to send Mitchell one hell of a thank you letter."

"You and me both," Okibi replied moments before charging his rifle and firing. The bolt flared out and slammed into one of the enforcers, vaporizing the machine after a moment. Both men stared at the rifle, realizing now the kind of firepower that Lightspeed used, and just how powerful those enemies were. "Holy shit, I love this gun!" Eric quipped, then set the gun for rapid fire and began pelting the enforcers with a volley of shots. He noticed that the power of the shots had dropped dractically with the setting, but it was enough for him to hold off a good number of the drones. He glanced to Wes and grinned. "Hey, don't let me have all the fun here!"

Collins nodded and aimed his rifle, opting for the more powerful single shot blasts that destroyed each target in one shot. He was now starting to greatly appriciate the kind of work Lightspeed had to do in order to hold off the Saiman demons, and was very grateful for the weapons they had left to help the Time Rangers. "Wouldn't dream of it! I gott'a hog the glory some how, don't I?!"

With a laugh, Eric continued his auto-spray at the enforcers. His old enmity toward Wes had become the butt of a few jokes ever since he'd joined the Time Rangers in their mission. "Typical Wes Collins! You just gott'a be the center of everything!"

There was an explosion that rocked the tower, and more enforcers ran into the loft from the stairs. Both men looked about and knew that they were grossly outnumbered here, but they had to get out. It was then that Wes looked to his rifle and grinned, then cranked up the power setting to the point it would overload. "Eric!"

"I get the idea!" he replied, setting his own weapon to overload. Wes kicked away one of the enforcers, then wrapped his arm into the rope holding up the tower bell. Eric took the chance to tap on the V-Fire and summon out the V-Defender before grabbing hold of Wes and aiming back at the bolt holding the rope down. "Going up!"

The rifles began beeping angrily as they neared the point of destruct, and Eric fired to burn apart the bolt, sending him and Wes flying up while the bell descended and crashed down through the floor. Just as the rifles exploded, they crashed through the glass clock face and were sent flying foward from the blastwave.

"Chrono Morph!"

"TimeFire!"

At their calls, and Wes' motion to the buttons of the Chrono Changer, they transformed, but still descended toward the ground. Eric was quick to summon the FireEagle, and the vehicle caught both him and Wes in the cockpit. Behind them, the clock tower detonated, the entire upper half torn apart from the explosion cause by the rifles and all the other weapons that had been stored in the loft. On the ground below, the two Rangers could see the swarms of enforcers stationed outside what had been the home of Tomorrow Reseach, and then they knew what was going on; Time Force was invading the past.

"I think we need to pay my dad a visit," Wes softly remarked while Eric nodded and set a course for Bio-Synth.

As the sun began to slowly rise over Silver Hills, the horror that was waiting became known. Already, the Silver Guardians had scrambled to meet the assualt, resulting in the entire city becoming a war zone. Hundreds of civilians were already dead, hundreds more injured, and the Guardians were doing all they could to save who they could. Even Jen was finding herself overwelmed by the sheer numbers of this army of robots.

It was then that the FireEagle shot by overhead, firing down upon the hordes of enforcers to thin their numbers and give the Guardians a chance. When Eric flew down low, Wes took the chance and jumped out, his hand flaring with fire just before the sword of Draganta burst out into his grip. "BattleFury!" he screamed, not needing to say the other words as his armor exploded and reformed as the armor of the Gaean warrior. Something had changed though. The arrow shaped symbol of his chest was gone, replaced by the same design mounted on the blade of his sword.

"I accept my fate," he whispered, knowing exactly why the armor had changed. "I reject your future, and I will embrace what I must become to save the future I seek to be born!" With those words, he ran forward, a dragon's roar filling the air as his blade cleaved through the enforcers. One of them fired, only for Wes to flash with red light before he moved about and brought another of the robots to stand in his place and take the blast. In an instant, he aimed the sword and released a pulse of fire that tore into the enforcer and detonated it, leaving him to swing about and dismember yet another of the robots. Another round of shots flew toward him, but, just as before, he briefly flashed with red energy before moving as if in a dance and leaving the enforcers beside him to take the shots and explode.

Eric stared in shock at the incredible skill Wes was displaying. "Remind me not to get on his bad side," he muttered to himself. There was soon a yell as the enforcers fired up at him and struck the thrust ports of the FireEagle. "Damnit!" Eric yelled while fighting to bring his craft to a safe landing. "Every time, something decides to shoot my baby!" There was a rough crash, and the FireEagle skidded to a halt before Eric leapt out. Just in time as well, because a group of enforcers aimed at the craft and fired in tandum, causing a chain reaction that cause it to explode violently. Eric turned just in time to see his craft detonate, and let out a cry of anger. "No! Damnit, we just fixed her from the last time!"

He turned about toward the enforcers, then raised the V-Fire and tapped one of the switches. "FireStorm, Engage!" he cried, suddenly engulfed by the powerful golden fire while explosions raged around him. His power armor formed on his body, and he brought his hands down so that the v-wings could shift into his hands as gunblades. "Suck it down, tinheads!" He aimed and fired, rapid pulses slamming into the enforcers and causing each one struck to explode. He stumbled forward when a shot from one of the machines hit his back, but he quickly turned and returned fire, detonating the enforcers into a fireball.

Soon enough, he, Wes, and Jen had managed to stop the horde, but it left them with their own casualties to now deal with. Unlike them, the Guardians had not had such incredible protection, and dozens lay dead from the battle, with hundreds wounded. TimeThunder sighed before shutting down her armor, then looked to her companions. "For what it's worth," she quipped. "Thanks for the help. I'll take it from here."

"We're in this together," Wes stated. He glanced to Eric before depowering his armor first to normal form, then demorphing completely. Okibi also took the chance to shut his own armors down, breathing heavily and revealing the bruises on his face from the fight in the clock tower. "And I also think it's time that we told you the whole truth, Jen."

She glanced to Wes, then at Eric. "The whole truth?" she asked, not quite understanding. "Wes, what the hell is going on? And more important, why the hell do those robots have the same symbol on their chests that you Rangers have on your belts?"

There was a sigh from Wes as he motioned toward the SUVs. "That, Jen," he began, "is what we need to all talk about."

"I think we have something we need to talk about as well, Time Ranger."

All three Rangers spun, and Jen instantly raised her sidearm at the sight of who it was, but both Eric and Wes grabbed her arm. Both men knew that Ransik was not here to fight, he never had been. With a sigh, Eric nodded to Jen to lower her weapon, then took a step toward the mutant. "This have to do with that little invasion Time Force sent?"

The three fugitives paused, looking around at the robots that lay scattered upon the ground. Frax took a moment to kneel down and examine the remains. His optics brightened and he shot back up to gaze at Ransik in fear. "These machines are the same that hunted you down years ago!" he gasped. "Ransik, it's been Time Force this whole time!"

The man hesitated before looking to Wes and Eric. For a moment, there was fear in his eyes, that these two as well were part of the conspiracy, but then he shook it away just as quickly; they were of this era, and the fact that they had just fought off an attack from the future meant that they very much were not in league with the real enemy. "I suppose," he began while starting to walk toward the three again. "Yes, this has very much to do with just happened. However, I judge that here is not the best place to explain what we have decided."

Wes glanced to Jen. She hesitated, but then nodded. "Get in," she stated while heading over to one of the SUVs. She couldn't quite believe that she was doing this, but stranger things had happened. She quickly gave the order to get the wounded out of the area, then waited around a few minutes to make sure that her troops were safely departing. "This is going to be a long day."

3000.327

There was silence in Provider Base. The robotic enforcers now stood at every doorway, making sure that those who had been loyal to the designs of Time Force would not decide to now back out. Logan himself stood before the massive glowing form that was his master, and at last, the shadows were pulled back to reveal the true form of the being known as FATE. Its body was made up of pure energy, and stray ribbons of that light would pull away only to fade once removed from the body. Large glowing points of yellow light marked its eyes, while strands of deep red cascaded throughout the main body.

"The operation, Logan, has failed," FATE stated angrily. "The Time Rangers still live, and they even now race back into the past to protect the timeline they have created, a future in which we do not exist!"

Logan nodded a moment. "The inital entry has had mixed results. While the entry force has been defeated, the base of operations for the Time Rangers has been destroyed, and there are heavy casualties for the humans in the past. We are focusing first on Silver Hills in order to eliminate the primary threat, and from there, we will move on to Mariner Bay to terminate the Lightspeed Rangers." Again, he paused. There was a faint red glow from his eyes now, revealing the optics behind the false flesh. "Once that objective is complete, we shall decide how to thus then proceed."

FATE looked down on Logan with paranoia. "And what projections for the tenth cycle's future do we have in regards to the Time Rangers?"

He stiffened. Logan took the chance to look back at one of the human members of the base staff, then turned back to FATE. "The Red Ranger will die," he finally said. "That fate cannot be avoided, regardless of what he does. We will see the death of Wesley Collins, and thus, we shall see the death of the tenth cycle."

FATE moved back, then laughed in amusement. "Excellent. None the less, prepare the Trigger, for to totally erase the tenth cycle, it must be devoured."

Logan nodded and turned to the staff of Provider Base. "Get to work," he ordered harshly. "Prepare the main force to enter the past, and ready all weapons including the TimeMega." He paused, then, surprisingly, actually had a smile on his face. "The past will burn and die."

There was an air of nervous calm as the SUV opened up and Ransik, Frax, and Nadira stepped out. All the Guardians were on edge upon seeing these three, but when the three Rangers got out, that nervousness slowly ebbed. Wes glanced to Ransik and nodded, then looked to Jen for her to lead them to the main planning room.

"This way," she said in a clipped tone, walking down the hallways with her five companions in tow. They went through several turns and into one of the elevator lifts before reaching their destination. Jen paused before the doors, then slowly opened them to reveal that inside the room were several of the Guardians, and none other than Jeremy Collins. "Sir," she called, getting Collins' attention. "Your son is here to see you, as is someone else."

Collins looked up and smiled to Wes, then suddenly went pale to see Ransik. "Wes," he whispered. "What's going on here?"

The young man hesitated to answer, because he wasn't so sure he was the one that should. He merely glanced back to Ransik, who nodded and stepped forward. "I'm not so sure we've had the chance to be introduced," he said, slowly extending his hand. "My name is...well, humans call me Ransik, but the name I was given by one who actually cares is Robert Gien."

Frax's eyes flashed as he looked to the mutant. In his optics was a mix of attempted pride and a sorrow that Ransik had taken his former surname, as well as the name of the son he'd lost over fifteen years ago.

Jeremy Collins hesitated. "You'll understand, Mister Gien, that I'm not quite so quick to accept your presence here."

Ransik sighed and nodded. "I know, I'm a horrible sight even to this era," he stated, but then shook his head. "And I know well that you have concluded I am the man the Time Rangers were tracking. Your assumption is correct."

"But I'm certain," Frax cut in. "That you have noticed the armies of robots that have been invading your era."

Ransik held up his hand, but it was too late. Collins had instantly picked up on Frax's words, intently on how it had been said. "Our era?" he asked. "You mean..." He now glanced to Wes. "They're time travelers," he concluded. "Your friends, the other Rangers, are time travelers. That's why you didn't want me involved, because it would destroy their future."

"I'm afraid that the future they come from seeks to destroy your continuim," Ransik corrected. "Time Force has never been concerned with preserving history, only with manipulating the events it can regard as usable while preventing those that would disrupt its existence." He stopped and took a deep breath. "Sir, my presence in your time has been to warn this era about the horrors that will shape a prejudice civilization, one that will accept the aliens of the universe, but reject the mutations and evolutions of its own race. My objective has been to prevent the bigotry that my kind suffer, that the mutants of this time already have begun to suffer."

As Collins looked to Wes and Eric, he could see that Ransik spoke the truth, and that it was this fugitive who had always been the just party this whole time. He sighed and sat down, shaking his head to try and figure everything out. "I don't know what to say," he whispered. "How is someone supposed to react to all this?"

"By helping save the future we've worked to create," Wes stated, looking over at his father. "Dad, my friends, before they were taken back by Time Force, realized that this world deserves a better future than the one they know, and they were fighting to change Earth's destiny. We have to continue that by fighting Time Force now and saving what we fought to create."

Alarms went off at that moment, almost as if on cue to push home what Wes had said. Collins jumped up and looked to Jen, knowing that the woman would soon leave to counter what was coming, as would his own son. He turned to Wes, almost as if to order him not to join the battle, then slowly nodded. "The world needs you three," he said at last. "You, Eric, and Jen. You're the only hope left for us here."

"I will assist in helping upgrade your weapons," Frax offered. "My knowledge of thirty-first century technology should help give your Silver Guardians some advantage."

Collins nodded his thanks, then turned to Ransik. "I apologize for my reactions to you," he said, holding out his hand now. "If you can help us, I would be grateful."

With a soft smile, Ransik nodded and accepted the gesture. "Accepted."

There was a grin on Wes' face, but then he felt something tug at his shirt. Jen gestured to him that they had to leave, and with Eric in tow, the three Rangers raced down the hallway. All three knew that they most likely were not going to survive the new war they fought, but that didn't mean they were going to just sit down and take it without a fight.

To Be Concluded...