The battlefield is chaos—sparks flying, dust rising, alien steel clashing against the battered defenses of the remaining Rangers. Gia wipes a smear of grime from her cheek with the back of her glove, chest heaving as she steadies her stance. They’re outnumbered. Again. And to make matters worse, Orion’s still fumbling with his morpher like it’s a puzzle box instead of the most powerful weapon he owns.