“For the last time Toxica, this is crazy!” Jindrax protested, not for the first time since he’d left the relative safety of the Animarium. “I mean, calling Trix-Sorry, the White Ranger out for a fight? You saw what she did to the Rangers! What’s she going to do to us?” he asked nervously.

“Well, you have any better ideas?” Toxica asked, shooting him a deathly cold glare.

“Um… Let me think about that for a moment,” Jindrax remarked. “Nope, I’ve got nothing.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought...” Toxica grumbled. Inwardly, she was as terrified as Jindrax, and for good reason. After all, calling out and challenging a Ranger who beat six experienced Rangers in a straight up battle and put one in the hospital? Not her idea of a good time.

“So, uh, how do you think we find this Ranger?” Jindrax had to ask. “I mean, it’s not like she’s just going to show up out of the blue right?”

Predictably though, tempting fate had to say something about that.

“Looking for me?” the White Ranger asked, as she stepped out from behind a pillar, blood-red visor gleaming menacingly in the moonlight, with her blade rested on her shoulder. “Funny, two Duke Orgs walking in the moonlight together on a stroll. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were on a date,” she remarked, in an almost teasing tone. Snippets of Trixie’s original personality peeking through.

“We- We’re not on a-” Jindrax sputtered out. “Toxica, tell her that!”

Toxica’s only response, of course, was to launch a blast of pure red magic from her staff towards the White Ranger.

A shield sprung up and blocked the magical blasts. “Predictable. It’s always the same, shoot magic at the evil Ranger. Give me a break, show me something new!” the Ranger mocked.

Next thing the two Duke Orgs knew, the White Ranger was a blur, and slashing through them in the blink of an eye.

“You’re… You’re one to talk about being predictable!” Jindrax coughed out as he stood back up. “Same trick you used against the Rangers! Hell, bet you stole that from Zen-Aku, didn’t you! Exactly something he does!”

“Hey, if it isn’t broke…” the White Ranger trailed off. “Besides, I didn’t steal this. This is a bonafide original!” she commented, sounding annoyed.

“Really think getting her mad is the best idea Jindrax?” Toxica asked. “I mean-”

“Hey, Robert does it all the time with enemies, piss them off good enough, and they start making mistakes right?” Jindrax asked.

“Oh, hero worship… What a drag,” the White Ranger commented. “Besides, look at what happened to Robert. He’s lucky to be alive, if he even survived that shard through the stomach!”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Jindrax asked, going for his blade.

“Do you?” the White Ranger asked, raising an eyebrow under her helmet. “I mean, here you are, just a clown playing with knives like some sort of Russian circus act! Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to play with sharp objects?”

“Good thing I ignored her advice, then.” Jindrax smirked, bringing out a load of little knives and tossing some to Toxica. “Evil Ranger beatdown, Team Carnival style!” he commented.

With that, the knives were tossed back and forth between the two Duke Orgs, slicing into the White Ranger’s body over and over.

The Ranger let out a snarl, and her horn crackled with an eerie red glow, before lightning bolts rained down all around the twosome. “How does the old song go? Rain Hell from above? What a joke! You really think the two of you can take me? You’re just a pair of rejects!”

“I take that as a compliment. Besides, you really shouldn’t be talking about rejects, considering from what I heard, you can barely get a stage show anywhere after that Ursa Minor incident, not to mention taking over Ponyville!” Toxica remarked catishly.

Trixie let out a scream, and drew some energy arrows in mid-air with her sword, and pointed them all at Toxica. Apparently, she’d struck a chord.

Toxica, like some elaborate dancer, (She even had the veil over her face) spun her staff managing to block or deflect all of the arrows.

“You know, when that Wyatt boy was here, we had a nice long talk about his world,” Toxica began, giving Trixie a smug look. “Now that Trixie at least had an excuse for being obnoxious. Did you know she’s from a clan of monster hunters? A lot of weight to put on someone, no wonder she snapped, took over Ponyville and ruled it like a dictator. You on the other hand? You’re just a kid with nothing really to complain about.”

“Take… Take that back!” Trixie roared. For all of Toxica’s taunts, she was managing to reach Trixie deep down, even if neither realized it yet. She just needed to manage to keep striking the right nerves, bring Trixie back to the forefront, and not this personality that the White Dino Gem and the Alicorn Amulet had created.

“Why should I? That version of you had expectations to live up to, something to rebel against. What do you have? An inferiority complex? I mean, your brother’s a Ranger, and now here you are, copying him with this cheap knock-off of a suit! I mean, you make Lord Drakkon look tasteful for Pete’s sake!” Toxica mocked.

“Shut… shut up!” Trixie screamed at her, bringing down more lightning bolts from the heavens with her greatly increased magic, as both Toxica and Jindrax cartwheeled out of the way.

“You know, Jindrax, that other Trixie is a Rider, maybe we should call her up?” Toxica suggested, leaning on her staff. “Your worst opponent is yourself as the saying goes. Or, do you think meeting a better version would break this one?”

Trixie let out a scream, and went into Super Dino Mode, jagged blades of black bone sticking out everywhere from her suit, even from her gauntlets.

“Ooh, real edgy…” Jindrax snarked. “Could give all those bad Alicorn OCs I read about in terrible Celestia or Luna romance fanfictions a run for their money!”

“Hey, that gives me an idea!” Toxica snarked. “You trying to impress anyone Trix? Because it’s not working.”

One blast from Trixie’s horn sent her flying right back into a wall.

“Toxica!” Jindrax shouted in fear. “You’re going to pay for that!”

“You talk too much…” Trixie growled out, raising her arm blades as Jindrax pulled out his sword, a longer sharper version of his daggers. “Now, you clown-boy, anything you want to babble on about before I stick these blades through your heart?”

“Ooh, shot through the heart! You really do give love a bad name!” Jindrax mocked, quickly regaining his composure. Toxica had survived worse, he knew it. Besides, keeping on mocking Trixie would just make her do something even stupider. “Okay, serious talk. There’s so much more you could do with these powers Trixie, if you just stop listening to that little voice in the back of your head telling you to go completely nuts! Seriously, powers like these? Super-speed, those arrows of yours, not to mention your own magical ability? They could work wonders against the fight against the Orgs!” Jindrax continued, as he clashed blades with Trixie. Jindrax ducked to avoid a swing from Trixie’s arm blade, before he continued to babble on as Trixie put it. “Let’s talk Twilight m’kay?”

“What about her?” Trixie growled out, as their blades ground against each other, sparks flying.

“Considering what actually happened on your first visit to Ponyville? Why’d ya go after Twilight? She didn’t make you look like an idiot, those two stupid kids did. But you went for her,” Jindrax titled his head. “Trixie, do you have repressed feelings for mares?”

“Trixie is perfectly happy as a solo act, thank you very much!” Trixie shouted, not noticing her slip-up in word dialect. “What are you, some sort of Shrink?”

“Eh, I’m just pretty observant. I mean, if you do like mares, that’s fine. I’m not really one to judge, I mean seriously! My mouth doesn’t even move when I talk!”

“You don’t even have a heart!”

“Got it in one!” Jindrax winked before kicking Trixie in the stomach, making her stagger backwards. “I mean, if you were a smart mare, you’d have used all of your powers to their best effect, and kicked my ass to Kingdom Come! But no, you’re not a smart pony are you? A smart pony would end up fighting against the Orgs, but you? No, all you did was lay down and allow yourself to-”

Trixie sliced Jindrax across the chest.

“My only master is Retinax, I will make sure his dream of Org Rule becomes a reality!” Trixie shrieked.

Stumbling back, Jindrax locked eyes with Trixie. “I just got one question, why do you need a master in the first place? I might have spent a little too much time with humans, but one thing I took away was this: A man chooses, a slave obeys. Which one are you?”

During all of this, Jindrax keenly noted a familiar wolfish form standing on a nearby balcony. “A little help here?” he asked. Zen-Aku locked eyes with his fellow Duke Org as he rested his blade on his shoulder, before turning and teleporting off. “Aw come on, you gotta be kidding me! Seriously, you don’t hate me that much to leave me at the mercy at this bitch! Lend a fellow Duke Org a hand, or a paw or whatever!” Jindrax shouted in disbelief.

Trixie, taking advantage of this distraction, kneed Jindrax in the stomach.

“Don’t keep your eyes off me, foolish, rookie mistake. I’d thought someone of your age would know better!” Trixie taunted, slipping back into her White Ranger mode.

“You didn’t answer my questions,” Jindrax shot back, clutching his stomach. “Why do you need a master? Are you a slave, or a mare? Or is this like a fetish thing of yours, cause if it is, I'm not judging remember? And seriously, I still gotta ask, do you or do you not have feelings for Princess Twilight Sparkle?” he asked, playing on Trixie’s anger and probable jealousy even more.

“She doesn’t deserve that title!” the White Ranger shrieked out, firing a blast of magic from her horn that Jindrax just barely dodged, by rolling to the left.

“Funny, she’s done more to help Ponykind than you have, last I recall,” Jindrax remarked. “She’s building relations with other countries, while all you’re doing is sitting around, accepting power from whoever or whatever will give it to you! Take my advice, be your own Master. Not this… puppet!”

“If you’re going to say there are no strings on me next, shut your trap!”

“Already shut, remember? Mouth can’t move!” Jindrax reminded, with a little finger wag. “Like someone zipped it shut! Hell, if I didn’t know better, I’d say I was wearing one of those bad rubber suits from a tokusatsu show!”

Trixie’s only response was to slice him across the chest with two long twin energy blades of gold light before roundhouse kicking him in the face.

“You were saying something about my skills?” the White Ranger asked. “Face it, without that partner of yours to back you up, you aren’t worth anything at all!”

“Alright…” Jindrax growled out. “I’ve had about enough of you and your trap, and you mocking Toxica! Sure, I may not be the world’s most powerful Duke Org, and sure I’m pretty much nothing without Toxica half the time, but what does that make you? I’m sure as hell holding my own against someone who kicked the asses of the Power Rangers! Says a lot about me, and you don’t you think?” he asked, his voice coming out as a sneer.

And for once, Trixie didn’t even have any words to say to that. She just let out a shriek of anger, once more, and drew several more energy arrows, before firing them at Jindrax. Next thing the White Ranger knew however, a wall of pure wood and stone sprang up between her, and her target.

“You want to start actually showing yourself the worth of your title?” Toxica asked, having recovered, her staff glowing a bright green. “Also, next time you strike the Mistress of Org magic, make sure she stays down okay?”

“Noted,” Trixie stated. “Next time, you die,”

“Better villains than you have tried,” Toxica replied with a roll of her eyes. “While we're on villains, I have to ask, when you do help Retinax, the old fart he is, succeed in his plans of global domination, then what? You're no Org. What do you think he'll do with you?”

“Shut up! Shut up!” the White Ranger shrieked, wanting to deny Retinax’s inevitable betrayal, as she began firing off magic blasts wildly. Minds thinking alike, Jindrax and Toxica took cover behind twin pillars as bolts of magic flew by their heads, narrowly missing them by sheer inches.

“You know, maybe pissing her off wasn't the best of ideas,” Toxica remarked, more than a hint of trepidation in her tone.

“Gee, you think!?!”

Turtle Cove: Washington State

Meanwhile, flashing into a deep dark cave, water dripping onto the floor from a tiny crack into the ceiling and pooling beneath his feet, was Zen-Aku. His thoughts ran rampant.

“Why… why did I leave?” the Wolf of the Night asked himself. “He needed my help, so why didn't I provide it?”

Zen-Aku sighed, his shoulders slumping as he did so. A brief image flashed through his mind, a massive dark green mecha with a wolf’s head, a long golden horn sticking out of the forehead. It actually resembled him in some ways. It was coated in flames as it battled another mecha for supremacy under a full moon’s light, this other mecha having a red lion with a golden mane as its chest and the head bearing some sort of multi-pointed crown. One arm ended in a shark’s jaws, and the other in a tiger’s. They clashed, a blue blade resembling a fin meeting a massive staff.

Then, another image flashed into his mind as Zen-Aku clutched his head and howled in pain. He was in a city, looking up at the sky at some figure coated in light and only just barely visible. Remember, it told him. But remember what? He let out a growl as he thought back to Jindrax. That fool could take care of himself, Zen-Aku mused.

“Aww, did wolfy stub his toe and get a boo-boo?” a familiar and rather unwelcome hyena-like tone cackled. “Heard your howling, I thought wolves were supposed to be the musicians of the night!”

“Doomwing,” Zen-Aku sighed. “As if my night already wasn't bad enough…”

“Aww, I'm hurt!” Doomwing laughed, making a motion as if he’d been hit in the chest by one of Zen-Aku’s Crescent Waves. The Wolf of the Night often wished to do that to him. “But never mind that, thought you should know, Retinax’s-”

“Lord Retinax.” Zen-Aku reprimanded.

“Whatever!” Doomwing scoffed. “Your lord, not mine! Anyways, thought you should know, his new White Ranger? Doing well! Slashed up those Rangers up real good! Ooh, I heard the purple one took quite the wallop!” He laughed. Something clicked in Zen-Aku’s mind, though he didn't know what. A familiar face, smiling at him gently. White curly hair, and feathered wings. He didn’t know why, but Zen-Aku felt distinctly angry. “Best bit? Few more days, we'll be rid of her for good! Alicorn Amulet, and White Dino Gem? Never meant to mix. Can't wait to see what happens when that mare finally goes. Wonder if it'll be as dramatic as a death befitting a showmare as I think it'll be? Ooh, I can’t wait, the suspense is just killing me!” Doomwing cackled before walking deeper into the caves.

Zen-Aku growled, and his grip tightened on his blade.

Back with Jindrax and Toxica, their fight with Trixie had progressed to an industrial estate as they moved out of town, and the sun began to slowly rise over the horizon, a bright orange orb peeking through the cloud cover. A massive institute to the titans of industry, pipes covered the huge factory as smokestacks belched out clouds of smoke, with the pipes themselves carrying steam and other things to various destinations.

Jindrax chased after the White Ranger, leaping over a pipe as he did so, blades drawn. Toxica was right behind him, staff in hand.

“Does… Does she ever tire?” Toxica asked, holding her side. “We’ve been doing this for over an hour!”

“All night, technically,” Jindrax corrected. “But I get your point.”

The White Ranger leaped forwards, and in midair, drew some more energy arrows, and fired them at the two Duke Orgs.

“She’s… she’s relentless!” Toxica panted out as she threw up a shield to block the arrows. Jindrax tossed his daggers, the blades spinning in midair and they hit and pierced a pipe near Trixie, the White Ranger being blasted with a cloud of scalding hot steam as it burst open.

“Did that hurt?” Toxica asked. “If so, good!” she snapped, before firing another blast of magic at Trixie as she tried to recover. Trixie caught the blast with her horn, and absorbed the magic, before knocking both Jindrax and Toxica back with a shockwave of energy.

“Don’t you two fools get it yet?” the White Ranger asked. “I’m invincible!”

“Maybe you just need a bigger challenge then…” Galaxy’s voice remarking, coming from somewhere nearby, but it’s owner unseen. Then, a manifestation of a Pachycephalosaurus’ head fired out of nowhere and bit down on Trixie before flying back to its owner as Galaxy cried: “Unleash the Power!” and morphed, drawing his scythe.

“You again?” Trixie asked. “Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time around when I kicked your sorry bat-pony ass?”

“Thestral. Learn the bloody difference!” Galaxy snapped out of pure reflex. “And anyway, you’ve been battling all night, and quite a bit of yesterday as well. You’re bound to be tired, I’d say. Doubtful these two Duke Orgs would have been able to fight you off as well as they did otherwise.”

“Well, it would have been three Duke Orgs, had Zen-Aku not chose to abandon us!” Jindrax hissed out, Toxica looking at him in shock not privy to this little detail.

“Knew we shouldn’t have trusted that wolf to begin with…” Galaxy thought.

“What do you plan to do, how do you plan to beat me alone?” the White Ranger taunted.

“He’s not alone,” the purple Dino Charge Ranger said, as she leaped down from her Plesiozord as it rocketed overhead, her Dino Saber in one hand, and a Spin Sword in the other. She looked towards Jindrax and Toxica. “Leave this to us, okay? We can handle her.”

“O-only too happy to…” Jindrax stammered out, giving her a thumbs up. “Think I’mma go collapse in a heap now.”

With that, he fainted dead away. “One more Ranger makes no difference,” Trixie commented, drawing her blade. “You’ll go down like all the rest.”

“Funny, I seem to remember beating you solo last time we met,” the purple ranger commented, tossing her Dino Saber aside not needing it for this battle, it hitting the gravel below with a clattering sound. “Or has my memory failed me? Also, I remember fighting in the Legendary Battle alongside your predecessor, and he was much, much more creative in the use of his powers.”

Trixie gripped her weapon, staring the purple ranger down. “It doesn’t matter if he had these powers first, I have them now, I’m the only one who matters!” Building magic around her horn, she fired a bolt of blood-red lightning at the pair.

Galaxy managed to raise his scythe, and use it as a grounding point even as he slid backwards from the force of the lightning, gritting his teeth as he did so. Firing from the hip, he shot out a blast of energy from his Dino Morpher, making Trixie stagger.

“Now!” he barked to his fellow Ranger. “Take her down!”

The purple ranger rushed forward, delivering a slash across Trixie’s chest. The cut exploded in a shower of sparks and black ichor, bringing Trixie to her knees. However, Trixie charged up another blast of magic, and knocked the purple ranger back in a shockwave of energy, with the Samurai using only her Spin Sword to block most of the force of the blow as she flew backwards.

“Okay, clearly this is going to be more of a challenge than I thought…” the Purple Ranger mused aloud. “She’s got some skills, I’ll give her that, but they’re wild, untamed,” she remarked, before noting Galaxy’s expression under his helmet. “Something wrong?”

“Yeah… That ichor, I’ve seen it in old books, I know where it comes from,” Galaxy explained. “Only someone who’s wearing the Alicorn Amulet, and’s been corrupted long enough starts to bleed that crap.”

“Great, so she’s brainwashed. Why can’t things ever be simple eh?” the Purple Ranger asked.

“Oh, it gets worse,” Galaxy remarked, as he blocked Trixie’s sword with his own blade.

“Why is that not surprising?” the still-unknown Purple Ranger asked.

“Ignoring that,” Galaxy sighed as he leaped backwards to avoid a sword swing as the Purple Ranger dealt out several devastating slashes to Trixie’s chest armor, before she had to leap away from twin energy blades. “Only way for Trixie to pry that amulet off, is of her own free will.”

“Lovely…” the Purple Ranger asked. “Got any ideas on how to do that, aside from appealing to her better nature?” she asked sarcastically. She felt a pang, in the old days, she probably would have done just that. But now? That was a different story, the much more cynical ranger mused to herself.

“Well,” Jindrax suggested, as he managed to recover himself. “We did manage to get her pissed off enough, so that the persona created by this Alicorn Amulet thing broke, if only by just a little.”

Galaxy, filing that information away for later, slotted a Dino Charger with the image of Megaforce Silver emblazoned on it into his Morpher, and fired, getting quite the recoil as he fired a silver blast of energy towards Trixie, making her stagger.

The Purple Ranger then rushed forwards, pulling out another Disk and putting it on her Spin Sword, and activating it. “Lightning Fury!” she called out, dashing forwards leaving a trail of yellow-toned lightning behind her, as Trixie screamed out in pain.

“So…” the White Ranger snarled as she picked herself up. “You want to raise the stakes? Well then, you asked for it!” she exclaimed, as the screech of the Dragozord was heard overhead.

“Zord time huh?” the Purple Ranger asked. “I can go for-”

She was soundly kicked in the stomach by the still smoking Trixie, whose horn glowed a bright red, as a clone of her appeared in the Dragozord’s cockpit and gripped the white and gold orb that functioned as a console.

“Guess it’s time for me to be the hero once again!” Jindrax proclaimed, grabbing the Purple Ranger’s Dino Saber, and leaping into the Plesiozord’s cockpit. Jindrax looked around him, and smiled a bit, using the Dino Saber like a joystick of some sort to control the massive Zord’s flight patterns. “Always wanted to fly one of these, ever since I was a little Orgling!” he laughed as the Plesiozord flew towards the Dragozord, firing amber beams of energy from the Plesiozord’s eyes at the massive bone-white tupuxuara-themed Zord, which did barrel rolls with it’s astounding agility and speed to avoid. The Dragozord’s wingtips glowed with a bright light, before they slashed the Plesiozord along the side. Inside, Jindrax just barely kept hold of the controls as the cockpit’s interior sparked.

“Time to finish the job…” the White Ranger thought. “Now, DinoStegoZord formation!” Trixie cackled, even as she dueled both of her fellow Dino-themed Rangers sword to sword atop a roof. Galaxy rebounded off an air conditioner, and launched a spinning red arc of energy towards Trixie, which she barely deflected, sliding back a bit, before launching a group of energy arrows towards the Graphite Ranger knocking him flat.

The Dragozord flew down out of the early morning skies, and latched onto the Stegozord’s back as Trixie jumped inside its cockpit. Both of the Zords’ eyes flashed, and they emitted roars as the Dragozord flew upwards, Stegozord still attached to it. It did several midair spins before the Dragozord split apart into several pieces. Wings became legs, and the arms of the Dragozord became that of the new Megazord. What was left -The main body of the Dragozord- became a powerful lance-like weapon, and the Stegozord’s head opened up to reveal the Megazord’s face.

“Okay, guess it’s time to even up the odds…” Jindrax mused. “Activate, Plesio Charge Megazord!” he shouted out even as the Duke Org gripped the Dino Saber with his hands.

Parts, including the long neck and wings of the Zord detached, and two legs folded down, with the wings becoming feet. The neck became the left arm, a powerful laser cannon, while two other parts formed the right arm, and the head. A gold mouthplated face came into view, with two stoic green eyes staring down the massive enemy Megazord as the now completed mecha’s warrior formation let off hisses of steam.

“See, so easy even an Org like myself can do it!” Jindrax commented cheerfully, before he let out a yelp as the DinoStegoZord fired it’s lance towards his own Megazord, making it stagger back from the force of the blow. He gritted his teeth. “Okay, now you’re just trying to make me mad aren’t you? I just got this thing, and God only knows how much the insurance is for a Zord!”

The DinoStegoZord swung its retrieved lance, and the Plesio Charge Megazord raised it’s laser arm to block it, sparks flying as the two massive giants met blow for blow.

Down with the White and Purple Rangers, the Purple Ranger placed another disk on her sword, a red one and spun it, her sword turning into a massive shark-themed sword, which seemed to be almost sentient as its owner gained a long red coat with the kanji for Earth on the back.

“Say hello to Shark Attack Mode. Now, you’re swimming in really dangerous waters.” the Purple Ranger stated simply.

“Looks more like a Dinosaur Attack Mode, if you ask me…” Galaxy thought, noting the weapon’s design. Trixie just barely managed to fend off the onslaught of the powerful whip sword, biting and slashing at her costume, and Galaxy yelped as the sword nearly cleaved his own head clean off. “Hey, watch it!” he shouted.

The Purple Ranger ignored him, and sliced at Trixie again, catching her off-guard, and landed a blow, just as Jindrax did the same and managed to fire off a Galactic Blast at the DinoStegoZord, making it stagger back.

Even Trixie knew when it was a lost cause, and snapped her fingers before she teleported out in a cyclone of icy cold winds, with her Megazord vanishing in midair.

“Okay, that was awesome,” Jindrax said, as he leaped down onto the rooftop with Toxica joining him. He, along with his fellow Duke Org and Galaxy soon turned their gaze to the Purple Ranger. “But I’ve gotta ask, who are you?”

“You’ll learn when I’m good and ready. I’ll be there when you need me, Rangers Together after all.” she said, and Galaxy could have sworn she winked at him, before vanishing in a flash of light.

“Great, another mystery, that’s all we need…” he thought.

Author's Notes:

Yep, Jindrax and Toxica finally get to be the heroes for once in this story, and get their moment to shine. Told you guys I had something planned for them didn't I?

(Also, so not sorry for that shameless reference from Jindrax to the Lightspeed finale.)

Huge thank you to Shagohad12 for being my co-writer for Jindrax and Toxica's fight against Trixie, and over half of their smartass remarks towards her, along with a little bit of the Dino Charge Ranger fight against Trixie as well. Also, that Megaforce Silver Charger, it does exist, if only in toyline form. Not really sure what it'd do, so I just guessed and had it mimmick one of Orion's finishers.