Golden Oaks Library:

“Ya know,” Sunburst remarked as he rapidly pulled book after book off of the bookshelves, Twilight squeaking and squawking in protest all the while. “For the mare who supposedly has a little bit of everything entombed somewhere in here, -and I do mean entombed as there’s more dust than an antiques shop!- you’d think it’d be easier to find a book on Dragons!”

Coughing heavily as he pulled an old tome off of a shelf, wheezing from the sheer dust stirred up, he set it aside on a table for later consultation.

“Well, somebody,” Twilight began with her hands on her hips giving a pointed look at Spike who could only laugh nervously. “Was supposed to get to work with the duster and the vacuum earlier this week but evidently, he did no such thing.”

“Eh, sorry. Kinda got wrapped up in this great Power Ponies storyline. Sure, Hun-Drum got in the way again but…” Spike trailed off, laughing sheepishly.

“It was good right?” Sunburst asked. “Yeah, think I know the one you mean. The one where The Mane-Iac’s been revealed to have some hidden love, and we’re just biting our fingernails hoping and praying they don’t team up?”

“That’s the point!” Spike said, snapping his fingers. “I’m telling you, the writers are really getting into their stride now, concocting great storylines that leave us wondering what happens next! I mean sure, at first they were terrible and a little bit slow paced but now that they’ve found their groove as it were…”

“...I have no idea what either of you are talking about.” Twilight muttered, desperately trying to follow the conversation between the two bonafide nerds.

“Well, milady, allow us to educate you!” Sunburst proclaimed, summoning the first issue of the Power Ponies comics to his and Spike’s side, the issue encased in a light yellow aura of magic as Sunburst opened its pages.

“Now, the Mane-Iac. Once, she was this simple unassuming mare working this nine to five job at this mane-care product factory in Maretropolis -That’s the Power Ponies home city by the way- until one night…” Sunburst began.

“It happened!” Spike stated in a dramatic -perhaps overly so- tone. “A tragic accident at her shampoo factory in Maretropolis not only gave her mane strange new powers, but also caused her to go completely insane! She and her hench-ponies are planning to break into the Maretropolis Museum and steal the Electro-Orb, so she can use it to power up her doomsday device! Of course, the Mane-iac wouldn't have even known if Hum-Drum hadn't slipped up and told her all about it.” he grumbled, muttering something under his breath about completely useless comic relief characters.

“Doomsday devices and electro-orbs? It all sounds completely unrealistic.” Twilight remarked in a flat tone with an eyebrow raised.

“Eh, it’s a comic book, so creative liberty is allowed and besides no more unrealistic than you using a selection of padlocks based on various fruits to turn into different armored warriors based on knights,” Sunburst pointed out, and Twilight shrugged in a ‘fair’s fair’ motion. “And let’s not even get into Spike’s alternate self using coins or Rarity using a flash drive to fire off some sort of gun!”

“True enough, I really wish Rarity wasn’t so tight-lipped on where she got this Gaia Memory as she called it,” Twilight sighed. “I did hear Robert mention something about her going down into these crystal caves a week or so back along with Pinkie’s sister Maud of all ponies. Thought nothing of it at the time, but now…?” she trailed off.

“Yeah… He’s getting a bit suspicious as well…” Sunburst trailed off. “Robert, I mean. He really seems to hate not having all the answers. Must be a detective thing. If you permit me? Gaia: From the Greek word γαια, a parallel form of γη meaning ‘earth’. In Greek mythology, Gaia was the mother goddess who presided over the earth. She was the mate of Uranus and the mother of the Titans and the Cyclops.” the Black Ranger explained. “Crystal Caves, and now this little incident of Rarity using the Bomb Gaia memory cropping up a few nights back? One must begin to wonder. I suspect Wyatt and the research his girlfriend -still trying to wrap my head around an alternate version of you who’s basically a Qilin- sent over to Celestia may be involved somehow.”

Twilight nodded. “Mhmm. I understand Celestia’s trying to keep herself tight-lipped so the nobles like Neighsay or Wind Rider don’t seize certain ideas for themselves, but…”

“You wish she’d let at least us in on the loop?” Sunburst sighed, and Twilight nodded. “Yeah, with you there all the way. Speaking of Henshin heroes, care to fill me in?” he asked, where he saw the Apple Lockseed hooked up to some sort of machine that was filling a glass case beside it with some sort of silvery energy. Beside it was an empty faceplated Sengoku Driver and six more Lockseeds, one marked LS-13 and themed after a kiwi and another marked LS-04 and seemingly themed after a honeydew melon. Finally, there was one marked LS-10 themed after a watermelon. And of course, there was the Energy Lockseed themed after a Dragon Fruit along with Twilight’s normal Banana and Mango Lockseeds.

“Eh, it's a little experiment I’m running, see if I can artificially create Lockseeds,” Twilight explained. “And before you ask about the spare Sengoku Driver, swiped it during the chaos when we were fighting off Lord Drakkon’s Kurokage Sentries. The other Lockseeds? That alternate Applejack let me have a few. Hoping to have another Armored Rider to fight by my side one day, and so I figure they’d need a few Lockseeds to get them started.”

“Who’d you have in mind?” Spike asked curiously, and actually with a little bit of hope in his tone as well. He’d seen his alternate self fight and wanted to join in on those particular types of heroics. Who knows, might impress Rarity, he thought with a wistful sigh.

“That’s for me to know, and for you to wait and find out dear brother of mine,” Twilight replied, booping him on the nose causing Spike to let out a little sigh of disappointment. She ruffled his hair. “Relax, just because you’re not a henshin hero doesn’t mean you don’t contribute in your own way. I mean, this place or Hell even I would fall apart without you around. Seriously Spike, I really don’t know what I’d do without you!”

Spike smirked before it was soon to fade and he laughed once more before rubbing the back of his head. “...Oh, guess you want me to start dusting don’t you?”

“Quite. Finish it up quickly, and maybe I’ll throw in a few gems eh?” Twilight asked, and with that Spike grabbed the duster and a vacuum and quite quickly set to work. She smirked, worked every time.

“Er...Twilight,” Sunburst spoke up, and picked up the Sengoku Driver and looked at it. “Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself a little here? I mean, I’m sorry to be blunt but your fighting skills in your own Kamen Rider form? They’re… well, I hate to say it but they’re crap. Right now, you basically amount to a zero sum in terms of overall usefulness on the battlefield. You’ve got power, but for the most part, you don’t know how to use it.”

“Yes, thank you for reminding me of that,” Twilight growled out, gritting her teeth. “But I’m going to attempt to get my old archery trainer out of retirement with a little help from Sunset.”

“...I assume that means the old puppy dog eyes and begging and pleading on your knees?” Sunburst asked in a flat tone, knowing his friend all too well. Twilight’s red face said volumes more than words ever could.

“...Yeah, I thought as much. Flash Fire, she’s going to be hard to convince. Heard she wanted a bit of peace and quiet, no small wonder she retreated up to some hills outside of Canterlot to run a beekeeping service and just sell honey. Personally, I think going after her? Not the best course of action. Plenty of young and inspiring Royal Guards who would love nothing more than to train Princess Twilight Sparkle in the art of the blade, lance, and mace.” Sunburst pointed out.

“Yes, Princess Twilight Sparkle, not Twilight Sparkle the pony. They all worship me like some sort of goddess, and I don’t need to remind you that I really hate that with a passion. Half of them have crushes on me for crying out loud and would spend half the time ogling my ass!” she snapped, muttering how there was a reason she’d dumped Flash Sentry. That had caught all the papers by surprise, Twilight dumping her beloved boyfriend but the truth of the matter was all Flash seemed to feel was love for the Princess, not her as a pony. “Seriously, Flash Fire is about the only option really. And I will get her out of retirement one last time even if I do have to use the puppy dog eyes and begging and pleading on my knees combo. Undignified, yes, I know but it might very well be my only option here.”

Sunburst decided against mentioning Shining would probably all be too happy to take her up on the offer of training his own sister to defend herself, knowing all too well Twilight would go on this long speech about how he was the Prince of the Crystal Empire and had other responsibilities that didn’t include dropping everything just to train her.

“Oh well,” he thought, opening up one of the many tomes that lay before him. “Back to what I do best, research.”

Meanwhile, deep in the Everfree Forest lay the little tree comprised hut of Zecora the zebra Shaman. And now it paid residence to one more entity. Namely a certain traveling stage magician, and former Ranger Killer Trixie Lulamoon. Ever since Sunburst had freed her from Retinax’s control, this was where she’d found herself settling.

Make no mistake, it was a nice place really but Trixie knew she didn’t belong there and so did Zecora. But something, Trixie didn’t quite know what it was kept her from leaving.

Sighing as she looked at one of the many masks adorning the hut’s walls, Trixie grumbled to herself thinking back. She remembered everything she did, each and every last blow she’d dealt out to the Rangers or one of their many friends.

“Trixie,” Zecora said holding a small Rubik's Cube which she was fiddling with idly in her hands. Trixie had noted ever since Zecora had been given that thing to occupy her time, she’d stopped rhyming really. Maybe it had something to do with the puzzle box keeping her mind fresh as she put it. “Do not tell me you’re still occupied with what that foul Retinax creature made you do?” she asked, in that thick accent of hers. It sounded motherly in some ways, and Trixie admitted to herself she wouldn’t mind having the slightly older mare as a mother if not for the fact that she already had one back in Sire’s Hollow.

“Maybe a little…” Trixie whimpered, fighting back a sob as she remembered stabbing the Orange Ranger through the chest with a jagged shard of crystal and then later going to town on her own brother.

Zecora knelt down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. The zebra was covered in all sorts and manners of beads and golden hoops and wore colorful traditional African garments such as kangas and the like. Trixie suspected that if the shaman didn’t get so many visitors to her home or for the weather that Maine was often subjected to in the colder months, that she would follow what many African mares did and wear next to virtually nothing out of sheer force of habit. “Beatrix Lulamoon,” she said, making Trixie’s eyes widen in their sockets as virtually nobody used her full name. “Do not despair yourself over things in the past. You cannot change them, no matter how much you’d like to. You were given a great power,” she said, gesturing to the Dino Morpher Trixie kept on her nightstand for whatever reason. Not even Trixie herself knew, maybe she kept it as a constant reminder of what she had done. “So why not make use of it?”

“You know perfectly well why!” Trixie snapped, and Zecora flinched a little taking a cautious step back as she saw Trixie’s horn crackle with a light magenta aura of magical energy. Trixie had the decency to look quite ashamed of herself as she saw this. “The townspeople, they’d hate me! They were all quite well witness to what Trixie did as the White Ranger, they’d never accept her as a hero!”

She winced, now she remembered what it probably felt like for Robert not that many months back as he struggled and still did in some ways to earn the town folks acceptance. “They have long memories, they still remember the greatly foolish Trixie when she used the Alicorn Amulet the first time around. They’d say, oh she will never change! Trixie is a danger to us all!” Trixie continued to clamor in this overdramatic tone of voice. It seemed, no matter if she was onstage or not, some things would never change. “They’re always so quick to judge! Ask me this Zecora, if I went out on the town, what would you think would happen?”

“Well…” Zecora trailed off, beginning to do just exactly that.

“Think back, you were never accepted with open arms were you?” Trixie hissed out. “No, ponies locked their doors and kept their children away from you decrying you as some sort of witch even if you came into the market for something as simple as buying food or just potion ingredients!”

Zecora flinched in remembrance, thinking back to the sheer loneliness she’d felt when nopony rushed up to greet her with warm welcoming arms, and the sting of the stones thrown hitting her as she walked into town. And then there were the names, consisting of the likes of demon, mud-hoofer, and worst of all enchantress. Now while the ponies had apologized since then, it didn’t mean the names still hurt at times.

“Exactly,” Trixie stated, upon seeing the look on her caretaker’s face. “Now you can only imagine what would happen if the not so great and powerful Trixie walked into-”

“Now listen here Beatrix Lulamoon!” Zecora bellowed with the force of a great hurricane. “You had the wind knocked out of you, violated even by that beast who dares call himself a General. Your determination was lost, scoured! Let me tell you a little story, the Judgemental and Fearful Trixie!” Zecora stated, stamping a hoof on the wooden floorboards in her anger, and Trixie let out a small whimper of fear. Zecora sighed, she hated scaring the young mare like this, but she needed some good sense knocked back into her. “I was the daughter of a great chieftain once, the White Tiger they called me for my great skills in hunting threats to my country. And yet here I am, a simple herbalist and shaman. Do you know why?” she asked, her voice turning softer and more sorrowful. “Because, my father had every inch of my life planned out for me, and even though I wanted to be an herbalist he forbid it. But I persisted anyways under the guidance of a great teacher, a great mare named Atieno.

“Was it always so terrible, having this great burden forced upon you as soon as you could speak? No, I suppose not, having the best education and the best teachers of the Engolo style and the best language instructors and all the money in the world or at least the village but I wanted to make something of myself. Earn a bit of pocket coin not from my father’s coffers.

“Atieno, she said I always had this great drive, this great determination to make something of myself. A self-made woman as your people call it. Not this mare who sits around the house doting on her husband and doing the daily chores, but actually helping everyone who needed it.

“I soon realized that the only way to escape that hell was to get out of Africa. And so my best friend and mother in all but blood, this very same Atieno contacted an old friend of hers whom you might know as Dr. Angus Caballeron to smuggle me out of the country. Made a friend in his adopted daughter of Daring Do, though I rarely get a chance to talk to her rather sadly so caught up in her adventures,” Zecora sighed sadly to herself.

“I… I never knew…” Trixie whispered, involuntarily bringing in the zebra for a hug. Zecora never spoke one word of her past, and after hearing this Trixie could honestly not blame her for one bit of it.

Zecora meanwhile, knew her words were harsh and probably cut through to the bone to Trixie but she needed to hear them, get her back up on her feet and back to her old self. Just like what she needed to hear next. Accepting the hug when it came, Zecora continued on.

“You, you have that same drive and determination do you not Trixie Lulamoon? You wanted to make something of yourself, show the world what you could really do and not just follow in your mother’s footsteps of being town mayor and historian,” the zebra stated. “But you have now lost it, and with it your spirit. I understand and sympathize with you Trixie, I really do, but you must return to the mare you once before powers and all. Show the town of Ponyville and beyond that Retinax did not mold you into a killer, but he accidentally gave you a gift. One that can be used to stop him, and anyone else like his kind.”

“But I don’t know if…” Trixie trailed off and Zecora finished for her.

“You can? If you are half the mare I thin-No, I know you are, then you will find a way. Hatimaye, or fate as you know it will be your guide.”

Zecora was more right on the money than she would ever have realized, as a very familiar pink mist swirled around a cooler outside Trixie’s wagon before the cooler glowed green before teleporting off to parts unknown…

Trixie, of course, remained unaware of this. Perhaps it was for the best, after all, maybe she shouldn’t be forced back into action so soon. After all, she still remembered everything as previously stated. There were plenty of standout moments from her time as Retinax’s Ranger Killer that she remembered, but the one that always stood out the most was her very first duel against the Rangers.

“So, just you and me huh?” the Orange-No, his name was Robert Williams Trixie had corrected herself just then even as he drew his Crystal Saber.

“No, no, no!” the White Ranger commented, as she wrapped Robert up in magical binds, keeping him in place. She then wrenched his arm and with a sickening crack and a scream of pain, his weapon clattered to the floor. Trixie inwardly, she wanted to scream out in horror. No, this wasn’t right. Not what she was supposed to do at all. Not with powers like these. But even as she thought this, she heard those horrible terrible words come out of her mouth: “This isn’t right! Not at all! I said I wanted all the Rangers, not just one wannabe hero! Stay right there for a moment eh? Need to bring the rest of the party here, and then the real fun can begin!”

No, Trixie wanted to scream to herself as she grabbed the Plesio Zord and brought it with a mighty Crash! into the Crystal Castle’s throne room. This was not how these powers were ever meant to be used, she knew that much. But no matter how hard she tried to fight against it, the Alicorn Amulet’s powers were stronger and her eyes watched in horror as her body moved on it’s own and cut down the Rangers one by one. Inwardly, she fought a mental battle.

“Face it Trix…” part of her, that dark side of her mind sneered at her. “You want this, you’ve always wanted this, to be reunited with this form of power once more. “You always so easily gravitate to the easy path to power. Why else would you have grabbed that Alicorn Amulet so readily to begin with?”

“No, I wanted revenge! Revenge against Twilight Sparkle for a humiliation that I brought down upon myself with my own stupidity, inspiring those two braindead colts to bring a fucking Ursa Minor to town just for me to prove I could defeat it!” Trixie told herself back then. “I… I was jealous of Twilight, for all of that magical power and that glory of being one of Celestia’s prized students. Twilight was so humble about her powers, and her prowess. It… it was charming in a way. I’d heard she’d lived in Ponyville and I guess I wanted to impress her. Guess I had a crush on her, who’s to say? Doubtful I’d ever have my chance with her, seeing as she’s either caught up in her books or dating that Flash Sentry buck. Don’t know what she sees in him, but if she’s happy, I’m happy.”

“Bullshit, you’re not happy and you know it! With this power, you could take her and show her just what a true master of magic can do!” her dark half had argued. “Take her under your wing, teach her a few things. Maybe not just in magic, but in the art of sex. Don’t think I don’t remember all those mares you took back to your wagon and made them act like Twilight Sparkle. Yes, you only managed to keep your hidden love -Love, not just a crush- for her hidden with bribery of a good bag of bits, or perhaps a good orgasm or two. Not even you can deny that.”

“But all of this? Just killing every one of her friends and those that she cares about just to show how powerful I could be? No, that’s not love in the slightest!” Trixie snapped back. “No, that’s the actions of a sociopathic stalker who just wants it to be all about her, or me in this case. No, her as you are not nor never will be me!”

“Say what you may,” her dark half remarked as she continued to cut down Ranger after Ranger after Ranger, not just stopping with the main heroes but with the Sentries guarding Canterlot as well as time continued to fly by with these few weeks only seeming like minutes in Trixie’s head. The same arguments, the same conflicts repeated themselves seemingly without end.“But remember, right now I’m in control of this body and so I’ll do with it as I please. I have the power to rip and tear, and whatever strength you have in your heart will not be enough to stop me.”

It would take someone else that Trixie knew and cared for to finally stop the blood frenzy, and for her to regain control long enough to just listen to someone and put the White Dino Gem in it’s place, if only temporarily.

“You know something? When I was growing up in a small little town, everyone used to make assumptions about me, and they were mostly wrong ones. Fact was, everyone assumed I was going to be this masterful magic user in Celestia's personal court. Guess what, failed barely passed Magic School. I was a washout, everyone thought of me as a failure once the news broke. Assumed that a magic user who could barely perform magic would be of no use. I aimed to prove them wrong,” Sunburst pleaded and Trixie listened. She steadied her blade, kept it from lashing out and removing her brother’s head clean from his shoulders. It was hard, the White Dino Gem screaming for more blood, but she forced it back. No, there would be no more unneeded death today, she would learn to control this power if only for a few minutes and the only separating of heads from shoulders that would occur would be Doomwing’s own.

“Look at me now, a teacher and a hero. The two can be mutually exclusive, as it turns out. Here I am, helping teenagers figure themselves out, what path in life they're going to take. They may not treat me like a hero, but one day soon, I know they'll thank me. Run up to me and hug me, tell me whatever job they ended up with, and tell me I helped them get there.” he said, and that finally broke the chain and for one brief moment, helping to take down Doomwing Trixie felt like her old self again. The mare who would take the stage and shout “Three, two, one, showtime!” before bedazzling a captive audience. Sure, she would need to go now, where she would never harm another soul again but for that brief moment in time? She was Trixie Lulamoon once more. Now, if she could only heed Zecora’s advice and return to being that mare, the one who could call herself a stagemare extraordinaire and hopefully defender of the innocent once more.

So the day started out like any other normal day for the Rangers. New Org Spirit taking on a solid form, go to fight it and then blow it up with a Megazord when it went big. That’s how it usually was right?

Troubling thing was, this particular Org Spirit was a real pain in the ass and making it go big was harder than normal. This particular Org, it was based on a freezer of all things -Sunset swore these spirits just kept on getting weirder and weirder by the day, she’d thought she’d seen it all with the Bowling Ball Org- and it had already frozen Vapor and Lightning in solid blocks of ice.

Launching a flurry of icy senbon needles from it’s hands like little missiles, they ripped, cut and tore through the suits drawing blood.

“Geez, I know I wanted the weather to cool off, just a bit, but not like this!” Sunburst exclaimed.

“Feeling the chill yet? Maybe I should give you a bit of frostbite next!” the Freezer Org laughed, as the freezer doors which comprised a part of his head opened up and unleashed a blast of blindingly cold mist which sent the Rangers staggering backwards.

Shivering, and rubbing his arms just to keep warm -Robert severely wished the suits came with internal heating- the Orange Ranger turned to his marefriend and then to Sunburst.

“Got any ideas Sunset-Chan?” he asked. “You, Sunburst?”

Before either of them could answer, the monster came at them with an icy club in hand swinging it, and all the Rangers knew that one good solid blow from that weapon could probably smash their skulls in.

“Move!” Sunset barked, extending her wings and going skywards before tilting her horn downwards and firing a blast of magic at the Org who only created a dome of ice around himself to block it. She slashed downwards with her sword, ablaze with light and shattered the dome with a single slice, a technique Celestia had taught her using Feather Edge called the Sunsteel Strike.

Her sword still aflame, she sliced through the Org’s armor a few times before being sent flying backward with a blast of ice from the Org’s palm.

Robert and Sunburst tried to summon their animal spirits but were unable to as the Org slammed his palm into the ground and icy spikes jutted up from the ground forcing them to keep moving or be impaled.

“We… we need help here!” Sunset shouted, as she just barely held back another ice blast with her sword.

“Mango Au Lait!” a certain Sengoku Driver called out before a hard-light manifestation of the Mango Punisher’s head was sent towards the Freezer Org knocking him back a little.

Sunset sighed in relief as she saw the very distinctive form of Armored Rider Baroness in Mango Arms trudging up dragging her mace behind her.

“Room for one more?” Twilight asked as the Freezer Org roared in rage and ran towards her with his club drawn. It was swung only for Twilight to spin around and block the blow with her mace held up behind her head.

“Twilight, get out of here!” Sunburst shouted as he drew his Jungle Fans and rushed towards the Freezer Org, slicing and cutting into him with the blades a few times only for the monster to kick him into some nearby barrels. “You’re nowhere near experienced enough to be taking on an Org, especially not one this powerful!”

“Damn it Twi… Get out of the way!” Sunburst thought as he raised his Navi Blaster and tried to fire off a shot only for Twilight to get in the way each time as she battled the Org. Robert was thinking along the exact same lines as he raised his own gun knowing perfectly well as bad as he was with the Shadow Saber right now that weapon would be next to useless.

“Consider this on the job training then!” Twilight remarked as she thrust the head of the Mango Punisher into the Freezer Org’s chest several times with the spikes on the mace’s head cutting into him.

She then swung her mace around wildly, knocking the Freezer Org back a bit before her arm was frozen to the ground by an ice blast.

“Well, looks like you won’t be bringing the spring thaw then!” the Org laughed, throwing up another ice shield to block the incoming shots from Sunburst and Robert. “Instead, you’ll just be freeze-dried fruits that’ll be mashed to a pulp!”

“Well, we’ll just have to see about that won’t we?” Twilight smirked under her helm, taking out the Mango Lockseed with her free hand and slamming the Apple Lockseed (Marked with LS-98) into it, before slicing it open with the Driver’s cutting blade.

“Come on!” the Driver called. “Apple Arms!”

A crack opened in the sky, the Mango Arms vanishing in what looked to be a yellow liquid as a red apple made of metal descended slowly from above and once it landed on Twilight it began to unfold.

“Ranbu! Defend your Position! Knight of Shi~eld!” the Driver called once more as the ‘apple’ completely unfolded and her armor was revealed in a splash of red liquid. A red crown had formed around her head with room made for her horn and two spikes rising up from the side that looked suspiciously like apple slices. Red dominated the ensemble with yellow trim that resembled the inside of an apple running along the breastplate in a swirling pattern. Her shoulder pads, and chest armor also resembled apple slices, aptly enough. In her hands, replacing the mace that was the Mango Punisher, was a simple shield with the hilt of a sword sticking out from it.

She drew her sword and then flicked the cutting blade on her Sengoku Driver once before kicking the icy dome that protected the Org out of existence with one powerful blow before drawing her blade and slicing into the Org several times. Sadly, her brief moment of heroism was not to last as she alongside Robert and Sunburst were sent flying back into the walls of a building and frozen with only their heads being spared this fate.

“So, now what Goldilocks?” the Freezer Org asked, craning his head upwards to see Sunset hovering above. “What are you going to do, try and take me on alone?”

Sunset’s only answer was to rocket off towards the direction of the Everfree as the Org cackled in triumph.

“Sunset! What the hell is she doing?” Twilight asked in anger. “Fine time for her to lose her nerve!”

“No, she hasn’t lost her nerve,” Sunburst smirked knowing his friend all too well. “She’s just going to get us some help, that’s all…”

Sunburst was exactly right on the money, as Sunset found herself landing outside Zecora’s hut. Wings folding up into her back and demorphing, she decided against all forms of politeness and just kicked the door in.

Zecora was taken aback. “Princess Sunset Shimmer, that is no way for a Princess to act! Some semblance of politeness, please!”

“No… no time,” Sunset panted out, sweat dripping down her face. “Where’s… where’s Trixie?”

Zecora’s face lit up with recognition. “So, it’s finally time for her to face her fears and rejoin your team on the battlefield?”

“Yes. There’s a new Org, right now I can’t get ahold of Daring or Galaxy and we don’t have time to wait around for Shining to show up via train,” Sunset explained, briefly casting a quizzical glance towards the half-finished Rubik’s cube laying on Zecora’s coffee table. “So, I ask again where is she?”

“Spare bedroom. If I may, how did you…?”

“Know she was here? Grew concerned about her after she left to find herself, so I placed a tracking spell on her secretly just to make sure of her whereabouts just in case a situation like this ever arose.” Sunset explained to the shaman who nodded in return.

“Trixie?” Sunset asked, as she entered the guest bedroom. “I… no, we need your help,” she asked, casting a glance towards the Dino Morpher on the bedside table.

Trixie followed her gaze, and shook her head fervently in fear, “No… No, Trixie’s never donning that thing again! Not ever, you hear?”

“Listen,” Sunset said in a kindly tone placing both of her hands on Trixie’s shoulders. “I know what it’s like to be tempted by power. Have I ever told you what happened when I was studying under Celestia?”

“No… Trixie doesn’t think you have…” the showmare whimpered.

“I… I grew envious of Celestia’s power, at first I simply wanted to impress her with how fast I was learning but she seemingly paid my studies no mind. I was angry, filled with rage, I wanted to join her on the throne as a Princess myself. I was young, foolish and filled with a fury. So I grabbed a corrupted Morpher, and used it. Felt the taint of darkness, and although I hate to admit it, for the brief moment I was morphed I reveled in that power. So yeah, I’ve been in your situation, Trixie. Maybe not your exact situation, but I know what it’s like for a dark force to control your life,” Sunset explained, briefly touching Trixie’s forehead with her horn to show her just what had occurred.

A blast of flame from a horn was fired at Celestia who threw up a golden shield around herself before leaping forwards and drawing a navy blue and gold trimmed sword. She swung it at the bat-winged warrior clad in this red and gold armor and who blocked the blade's blow with a sword of her own. One made of fire before kicking Celestia backwards into her throne…

“I… I never knew.” Trixie whispered.

“It’s… it’s something I don’t like to talk about. Feeling all that power, all of that rage and being perfectly in control and willing to use it to burn my own teacher alive? It scared me, and it still does. You’re a strong mare, right? If my understanding of that gem is correct, it only understands willpower. You can beat that thing’s control right? Just as long as you keep your focus.”

“Long as I keep my focus, right. And if my brother is in trouble, well… let’s just say that whoever got him into that is about to get their ass kicked prehistoric style,” Trixie smirked, grabbing the morpher and strapping it onto her wrist. She felt the familiar power, but this time she did not let the Gem’s bloodlust overwhelm her. No, she told it she was it’s master now and the Gem seemingly complied. “Now, I believe it’s morphin’ time. Isn’t that how you like to say it, Princess?”

“Yes, quite.” Sunset nodded, giving her friend a smile. Zecora, from the doorway, was smiling in pride as well.

“So, looks like your all-powerful Alicorn Princess of Empathy is just one big fat chicken!” the Freezer Org laughed as he danced around in glee. “I’ll deal with her later, but for now time to give you all the big chill! You know, I feel a song coming on! I never wanna know a day
That's over 40 degrees.
I'd rather have it 30, 20 then 5.
Let It Freeze!”

He readied his hands for an ice blast and all three henshin heroes braced for death before a blast of magenta magic knocked the Org off his feet. Sunburst’s eyes widened as the Freezer Org picked himself up off the ground and let out a roar of “WHO DARES!?!”

“Um, yeah… Hate to interrupt this little freeze everyone in sight party,” Trixie remarked in a casual tone as she rested her Drago Sword on her shoulder, striding forwards clad in her stage attire that including her favorite star-spangled cape, her wizard’s hat and all with her Dino Morpher strapped to her wrist. “But I really can’t let you do that. The Great and Powerful Trixie really hates to lose potential revenue.”

Sunburst and Robert shared a look, eyes widened as they saw Trixie raise her morpher, press down on it and shout: “White Ranger, Dino Power!”

The winds began to pick up, seemingly of their own violation and the sky clouded over to a dull gray tone as Trixie spun in a cyclone her costume forming all around her. Icy shards were thrown from the whirlwind and struck Putrids as they rose up, any remaining being blown back by the howling winds until finally Trixie landed on the ground clad in her suit.

“Tupuxuara, Power Ranger White!” Trixie shouted as an explosion of white smoke erupted from behind her. She tilted her head towards the trapped Rangers. “Leave this to moi, boys. This… Well, this is my stage now!”

With that, dodging icy spikes that erupted from the ground in blurs of motion the White Ranger leaped skywards and drew some arrows in midair before sending them flying at the Freezer Org.

“You really need to… chill out I believe?” Trixie commented as the arrows hit before she slammed the Org into the ground with a powerful punch and then tossed him over her shoulder before slicing into him several times with her blade. “Seriously, you really have overstayed your welcome. The forecast calls for a hailstorm, with a high chance of pummeled Org to boot!”

The Org took a swing at her with his club, but Trixie just laughed and stated: “Ooh, too slow! That what you’re like in the bedroom with the lady orgs? Unable to just keep up!”

“Oh Mystic Mother, now there’s two of them…” Sunburst muttered, casting a glance to Robert who it seems had overheard him.

“Oi!” he shouted.

Trixie meanwhile continued to go to town on the Org, treating this as one big game. She once again struck him across the chest with her drago sword before launching another volley of energy arrows.

“Shut up! Shut up!” the Org roared at Trixie’s grating voice before launching another blast of icy mist at her only for the next thing he knew, Trixie was behind him and slashing him with her arm blades in Super Dino Mode.

“Funny, they’re always crying for more, more Trix!” Trixie laughed as she kicked him forwards. “Guess I’m just too much for you. But serious legit talk. Seriously, Mr. Snow Miser? Heat Miser was soooooo much better. I mean, how can you argue with lyrics like: “I'm Mr. Green Christmas
I'm Mr. Sun.
I'm Mr. Heat Blister
I'm Mr. One Hundred and one
They call me Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch.
I'm too much!”

“And it seems I’m too much for you, Org. Time to finish this farce!” she laughed cockily before her arm blades glowed golden and she sliced the Org apart in a scissor maneuver as the ice all around her shattered, and the Rangers and Twilight found themselves tumbling to the ground and landing on their butts in quite unceremonious fashion. Sunset helped her boyfriend up, who cast her a look.

“And where were you?”

“Playing catch up, Besides, I thought I’d let Trixie have her fun. She deserves to enjoy herself I think with her Ranger powers this time around.”

“Point,” Robert admitted. “But here comes the big freeze!” he shouted, as Thrax’s wand descended from the sky and enlarged the Org.

“Oh, what was that you were saying about being too much?” the Org cackled before he tried to squash everyone flat with one massive foot. “Now it’s time for the big chill!”

“I assume you know what to do?” Sunset asked Trixie, who simply tossed her a cocky smirk.

“Of course I do Sunset, what do you take me for? The greatly unknowledgeable and powerfully foolish Trixie? No, this one’s all mine!”

A familiar screech was heard as the Dragozord broke through the nimbus clouds hanging low and the Freezer Org tried to fire a swarm of senbon needles at the Zord who only did a barrel roll to avoid the swarm before his wingtips glowed and he cut into the Org’s skin with two swooping passes.

“DinoStegozord, online!” Trixie called as the Dragozord swooped upwards into the cloud cover once more to avoid another swarm of senbon and the maroon plated form of the Stegozord came slowly trudging out of the valley. Trixie leaped into the cockpit of the now descending Dragozord just as the combination sequence began. It latched onto the Stegozord’s back as both of the Zords’ eyes flashed. In unison, 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.

“Now, let’s dance.” Trixie smirked. “You ready for this, you standin’ on the edge of your seat Ponyville? Cause watch and learn, the Great and Powerful Trixie is about to show you how it’s done!”

“...Well, she’s making no real efforts at hiding herself,” Sunset sighed, running a hand down her face. Robert didn’t bother to point out the irony in that statement. “Still, suppose we’d better give her some help…” she muttered as she reached for her Falcon Crystal.

No need for that, as some very familiar fireballs hit the Freezer Org and a very familiar and very welcomed sight rocketed out of the clouds wings ablaze and firing fireball after fireball at the Org. Lightning bolts were soon to join them as the Thunderbird Zord flew out of the cloud and let out a screech of challenge.

“But…” Sunset gaped, blinking slightly in shock.

“Miss me dear?” the Phoenix Zord asked in that motherly tone of hers. “Healing’s done. I’d normally advise a Megazord formation at this point, but between me, the Thunderbird and the DinoStegoZord I believe it's called, I’d think we’ve got this well in hand.”

Fighting back happy tears, Sunset nodded and replied: “Kick his ass.”

The point was proven when Trixie went into Super Dino Mode once more and the spines on her Megazord sharpened and its fingers became claws before it leapt forwards and spun like a buzzsaw with the Phoenix Zord breathing flames onto it to only increase the brutality of what was to come.

The Org? Oh, he just ended up sliced in half and the remains going up in one huge fireball.

“Oh, it’s so good to be back!” Trixie exclaimed, and if she was crying as she heard the cheering crowds below chant her name? Well, then that was perfectly fine by her.

Author's Notes:

So yes, Trixie is back. Got your excitement out of your system Ze1a7in? Okay, good. Now, tried to keep Trixie as witty as possible here, with that slightly grating obnoxious tone she is sorta known for. (Listened to the Dino Thunder theme, along with Kamen Rider OOO's Power to Tearer here for the fight, just to get me in the right mood for this.) Also, yes, the Legendary Wild Zords are back, which means the Animaria Guardian Megazord will be returning quite soon.

Now, one thing that people over DMs have pointed out to me, is my issues with Flashbacks and copypasting. So, like a recent chapter of "To the Stars" (My other Power Rangers story, an adaption of Kyurangers) I tried to tell the Flashback more from Trixie's perspective, along with adding a few new lines and insights into her characters. Seems Jindrax was more spot on than he thought with his jokes, hmm? Anyways, as ever, comments, thoughts, and critique are welcomed.

Edited, via Shagohad12's request the mentions to Flash Fire to her proper gender.