Zayne leaned back slightly on the highest seat of the Vanguard Council, his fingers interlocked as his gaze swept across every face seated before him. The room was quiet now—no curiosity-filled whispers, no stunned gasps—just focused attention.
This was the part that mattered.
"Alright," Zayne began calmly, his voice steady and clear. "I'll start by explaining this base and its functions. Some of it will sound absurd. Some of it will sound impossible. Get used to that."
That earned a few dry chuckles, easing the tension just a little.
He gestured lightly, and the space above the table shimmered. A three-dimensional hologram of the entire base unfolded, rotating slowly in midair. Layers upon layers of structures appeared—some visible, some semi-transparent, some entirely hidden.
"This," Zayne said, pointing at the central structure, "is the headquarters. The core of operations."
The hologram zoomed in, isolating the massive building they had just entered.
"All missions are accepted, processed, and distributed from here. It constantly scans for threats—not just on Earth, but on an almost universal scale. Spatial distortions, energy fluctuations, anomalous signatures, hostile dimensional movements—if something dangerous so much as breathes in the wrong direction, this place knows."
The room fell silent again.
Conner swallowed. "That's… insane."
Zayne nodded. "It is. And that's just its surface function."
He let that sit for a moment.
"There are other capabilities," he continued evenly. "But you don't need to know them yet. Experiencing it yourselves would be more fun and fulfilling. Not just physically—but mentally."
Tommy's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't interrupt.
Zayne waved his hand again, and the hologram expanded, showing the entire base floating in a vast, abstract void.
"The base itself," Zayne said, "exists in an independent spatial pocket. It's completely isolated from conventional space-time. No satellite, no magic, no divine sense, no cosmic awareness can detect it unless I allow it."
Gwen blinked. "So… it's invisible?"
"More than that," Zayne replied. "It doesn't exist to anything outside unless permitted."
That drew a low whistle from Peter. "Okay. That's terrifyingly cool."
Zayne continued. "I've already passed the teleportation nodes of the base to each of you. That means you can enter anytime, from anywhere."
Their expressions shifted—surprise mixed with gratitude.
"But," he added, his tone firming slightly, "if you bring someone unknown—friend or foe—you must notify the base AI. Kara or Alpha will handle verification. No exceptions."
Tommy nodded approvingly. "Smart."
Zayne acknowledged that with a slight incline of his head.
He then shifted the hologram, highlighting the two large facilities beside the headquarters.
"The building on the left is the medical bay. It's equipped to handle injuries ranging from physical trauma to soul-level damage. Poison, curses, radiation, reality backlash—it can treat all of it."
Kira's fingers unconsciously clenched.
"And the one on the right," Zayne continued, "is the Omni-Tech Workshop."
Ethan leaned forward instantly. "Workshop?"
Zayne smirked faintly. "Weapons. Armor. Vehicles. Dimensional tools. Upgrades. Reverse-engineering alien tech. And yes—it also contains a Zord bay."
That finally did it.
Tommy straightened. "Our Zords are stored there?"
Zayne nodded. "One of its many functions."
Tommy exhaled slowly, equal parts impressed and unsettled. He wouldn't have to put the Rangers Zords in cramped spaces. The Dino-Lab was too small.
"There are more facilities," Zayne added. "Training realms. Simulation zones. Containment vaults. Research sectors. They'll unlock in time. This is enough for now."
The explanation didn't end there.
Questions followed—lots of them.
Ethan asked about energy sources. Gwen asked about fail-safes. Connor asked about civilian evacuation protocols. Peter asked about dimensional stability. Even Tommy pressed him on security redundancies.
Zayne answered all of them.
Calmly. Precisely. Without evasion.
Time passed—far more than anyone realized.
After nearly an hour and a half of explanations and questions, Zayne finally raised his hand, signaling a pause.
"Alright," he said. "That covers the base."
Before anyone could relax, the lighting in the room dimmed slightly.
Zayne flicked his fingers.
A new hologram appeared.
This one was different.
Cold.
Sharp.
A massive alien spaceship rotated slowly in the air, its dark hull etched with arcane patterns and advanced weapon arrays. Smaller vessels flanked it, moving in calculated formations.
The shift in atmosphere was immediate.
"What… is that?" Connor asked quietly.
Zayne's expression hardened.
"This," he said, "is the other reason I brought you here."
Tommy leaned forward the moment he saw it, his face tightening. His years of experience screamed warnings in his mind.
"That design…" Tommy muttered. "Dark Elves."
Zayne nodded once.
"And those formations," Tommy continued grimly, pointing at the smaller crafts. "Chitauri."
The Dino Rangers stiffened.
Peter and Gwen exchanged glances. The names triggered something—fragments of memories Zayne had given them earlier. Broken images. Half-formed knowledge.
"So… these are what we are up against," Peter said slowly. "Those things we saw in those memory fragments…"
"Yeah, they're real," Zayne confirmed. "And they're coming."
Tommy's jaw tightened. "How long?"
Zayne didn't hesitate. "Two months."
The room erupted.
"Two months?!"
"That's insane!"
"You're kidding, right?!"
Gwen's face paled. "That's not enough time."
Conner clenched his fists. "What in the hell could they be after on earth?"
Zayne's gaze sharpened. "Cosmic threats like these don't invade for territory alone. They plunder. They harvest."
"Harvest what?" Conner pressed.
Zayne shook his head. "That's not something you should know right now. Knowing would only burden you—and make you targeted by a bigger target."
The words settled heavily.
Tommy, however, already knew.
And Zayne knew that he knew.
Their eyes met briefly. Nothing was said—but everything was understood.
For the next two hours, Zayne spoke.
He broke down the anatomy of Dark Elves. Their combat styles. Their reliance on shadow-energy. Their vulnerabilities to high-frequency light-based attacks.
He explained the Chitauri hive command structure. How to disrupt their chain of command. Their overdependence on centralized control nodes.
He outlined battle formations. Defensive strategies. Urban combat contingencies.
He even tied it back to Mesogog—how escalating chaos on Earth could act as a beacon, accelerating the invasion.
"This isn't just about stopping them when they arrive," Zayne said. "It's about preventing Earth from becoming an easy target."
Then he dropped the next bomb.
"I propose we intercept some of the ships before they land."
Silence.
Tommy frowned. "Intercept… in space?"
Zayne nodded calmly. "Yes."
"With what?" Gwen asked incredulously.
Zayne's lips curved upward slightly. "I have a spaceship."
That single sentence shook them.
"A… spaceship?" Connor repeated.
"One?" Peter asked weakly.
Zayne nodded again. "Powerful enough to intercept them."
He didn't elaborate.
Didn't explain its full capabilities.
"I'll reveal them to you all when the time comes," he said simply.
The room was quiet again—this time heavy with awe.
One ranger.
One Omni-Ranger.
And an arsenal vast enough to rival entire civilizations.
Kira finally broke the silence, voicing the question weighing on everyone's mind.
"Zayne…" she said carefully. "Even if we know their weaknesses… even if we plan everything perfectly… how are we supposed to get strong enough in just two months?"
The others nodded.
Even Tommy watched closely.
Zayne heard this and couldn't help but smile mysteriously.
"This," he said, "is one of the base's most powerful functions."
He tapped the air.
"Time."
Their brows furrowed.
"Time moves faster here than in the outside world," Zayne continued. "A lot faster."
"How much faster?" Ethan asked, breath held.
Zayne answered simply.
"A one-to-one hundred ratio."
The reaction was instant.
"What the fuck?!"
"Are you serious?!"
"Are you a freaking Ranger god or something?!"
"Are you sure we're all Rangers and you're not some kind of protagonist?!"
"This is too absurd!"
Voices overlapped. Chairs shifted. Hands flew to heads.
Even Tommy stared at Zayne in disbelief.
Zayne raised a hand, letting the noise die down.
"This," he said calmly, "is just the tip of the iceberg."
They froze.
"Don't be too shocked yet," he continued. "You'll experience far more bizarre things in the future—as my team."
Silence followed.
They couldn't speak anymore
The back-to-back surprise had numbed them. And as he said, they'd better get used to it soon.
After some seconds of silence.
Zayne stood up again.
His presence filled the room.
"Time to train, Rangers," he said firmly. "The world is waiting to be protected. We can't let it down."
They all stood up, holding their uniforms and new props like treasures. They knew they were already involved with something greater than themselves.
But they were Power Rangers. They would never back down. After all, good always wins over evil, no matter how long it takes.
Seven voices answered without hesitation.
"Yes, let's do this." x7