“Well, at least Tommy and I still have the same feelings about you, Jase.” She said. Smacking him on the arm again.

“You ready?” He asked her, suddenly becoming serious.

“As ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s go.” She sighed. This was going to be a long drive, and an even longer trip if things didn’t work out.

“Reefside here we come!” Jason said as stepped on the gas pedal. Kimberly laughed as the wind blew in her face as they started down the road. She was scared, but hopeful. And she had meant what she had said to Jason. If it wasn’t for him, she and Tommy might never have had the courage to see one another. She was very lucky to at least have Jason in her life.“Now that’s more like it. I like it when new Tengas warriors actually sound like worthy warriors,” replied Rita as she looked closely at the gloves, eyeing the sharp talons hidden inside.

“Well it did take awhile before I came up with the perfect prototype. It only needs to be fully tested before I make anymore,” continued Finster.

“Hmm… why not try it out on Rito? He’s enough of an idiot to fall for that kind of thing,” suggested Rita.

“Excellent idea,” said Goldar. “Shall I take some Tenga warriors and attack Rito? Taking him by surprise is the only way.”

“Yes, that’s perfect,” answered Rita as she handed him the gloves. “Take a few new Tengas with you, but have only one really attack Rito. I must know if this will work. It is crucial to the success of our plan.”"Second," the sentient computer intoned, as the image shrunk and the one next to it grew to cover the full screen, "A large contingent of spacecraft, heavily armed, is approaching Terra. It's destination appears to be New York City. The fleet is well-armed and quite capable of decimating the city."

"What's the third problem?" A young teenager in white clothing asked. Obviously the White Ranger. Tommy wished he'd been formally introduced; he felt a bit akward standing amidst all these total strangers.

         "The third problem is the usual. Giant monster attacking the abandoned warehouse district."

"Ah."

         "Jareth, Myk, and Deacon: I would like you to attend to the problem on Polaria. Do you believe yourselves capable of defeating Ornyk?"

         Myk nodded. "Absolutely."

         "I think we can take him," Deacon added, scrutinizing his picture on the screen.