Disclaimer: If you saw the character on TV then Haim Saban owns it. If the only place you saw it was in a fanfic by Robert Gutheim or Mistri Xades then guess what: We own it! This is a new International Writing Collaboration which covers a lot of territory and several time zones since Robert lives on the East coast of the United States and Mistri.... well he lives all the way over in Australia, so as you can see it even covers two different hemispheres. This comes after A War Begins. It takes place late March, early April 97. Mistri of course owns the Equinox Powers.
Special Note from Robert: The IGPF belongs to Ellen Brand and I had borrowed it for my Demona Ranger series back early on.

Showdown at the O.K. Corral
by Robert and Mistri

"Kala, go back to the ship contact the Alliance have them respond the Brakenien Wind Guardians and the IGPF. If possible I'm going to let the courts decide this," Plastica said after he was armored up.

"Got it Plastica," Kala said before teleporting away.

Mistri then walked over.

"What are you all doing here?" he growled.

"Mistri, what you are doing is suicide. As it is FREDA has eight bodies in a half stasis state and the way you headed off without back-up could have ended up making it nine. Either that or Vadaei could have ended up with four prisoners instead of three. As it is if we are lucky she won't have any prisoners."

"Right now I could care less about the prisoners. If we are to win we have to take out the head and the heart. If you would get lost I can accomplish the first task taking out the head."

"Mistri, I didn't spend three years with a Medical Supply Company and Twenty some years with the NYPD's Laboratory Division helping to uphold the law to let you commit murder. All we have to do is cut off her ability to contact the rest of the UAE and we accomplish the same goal. You take her down and you will be no worse then her. As it is I have the Brakenien Wind Guardians and the authorities on their way here as we speak. Mistri, let the courts handle it."

Kala teleported down right then.

"Plastica, message from Trey. The Wind Guardians are fifteen minutes out and the IGPF is three hours out. If need be Chief Roxwood has given you authorization to do what is needed."

"What is it you intend to do you jerk?"

"What I intend to do is two things A rescue those prisoners and B make sure Vadaei is kept alive long enough to turn over to the courts."

"Why do you even give a flying f**k about the prisoners because I for sure don't?" Mistri inquired while having that If Looks Could Kill glare in his eyes.

"I care because they have a family who might want to know they are alive."

Right then a platoon of NejiNinjetti showed up.

"Flitter, get the prisoners to the Ship. The rest of you concentrate on the enemy?" Plastica ordered.

They did the best they could After a few minutes Several hooded and robed individuals looking similar to Ninjetti teleported in. The Purple clothed one headed over to Plastica.

"Grandpa, the Brakenien Wind Guardians are now on hand."

"Thanks Megan," Plastica said. "I better warn you NejiNinjetti can be tough. How about backing me up with a task."

"Sounds good Grandpa. Aunt Stephanie tends to get the good tasks."

"I know," Plastica replied.

Plastica then walked up to Vadaei and spoke to her.

"Vadaei," he addressed her.

"Get lost," she replied.

"by order of the Intergalactic Police Force and with the authorization of Chief Roxwood I hereby place you under arrest for crimes against the light."

He ended up with a load of spit clouding his visor. He then ended up with a kick in the lower chest which he was glad to see resulted in no injury for him and a pretty good load of cursing and howling from his attacker. Megan rose up enough to grab onto Vadaei's shoulders.

"Grandpa you mind?"

"Go right ahead Megan."

Vadaei though bent down and flipped Megan off of her. Plastica then took a small blaster out and shot her. Soon as she was shot he placed a convenient set of handcuffs on her. Forty minutes later the bast of the NejiNinjetti were defeated. Everyone then met up on the Ship where Clor was guarding a small cell.

"It is shielded against teleportation of all kinds even The Flitter. I happen to know the cells on Titus Three are luxurious compared to our Brig. Well not personally of course. It's kind of against regulations for former residents of Titus Three to hold ranger powers," Clor explained to Robert and Megan.

"Good to know Clor."

Alin, Xysa, and Tmadris were waiting outside of one of the rooms on the Ship when Robert and Megan walked up.

"Stephanie was by already Robert. The patients look to be awake," Xysa said.

"Thanks Xysa," Robert replied.

Megan's mouth dropped bigtime when she saw who was on the treatment beds.

"Grandma, Mom, Aunt Samantha. I was told you were dead."

"That's what Vadaei wanted you all to think. She was hoping Dad and Stephanie would be too distraught to do much."

"Shows what Vadaei knows. Come on Wang Chung we both know Dad and Stephanie are made of stronger stuff," Samantha commented. "Where is Vadaei as it is?"

"Waiting in the brig for the Intergalactic Police Force to show up. She is looking at some hard time."

"Dad, you should have seen the look on Stephanie's face when she stopped by . God I don't think I ever saw her cry that hard."

"How did you survive the fire?"

"Easy as you know Vadaei is quite good at cloning from what she tried to pull with the late Purple Phaedos Ranger. Well after she captured us she replaced us with clones so everyone would think we were dead. The whole torching the planet was to cover up what happened. It was my clone Stephanie saw turn into ash," Samantha explained.

A short time later a police unit came and took statements along with hauling Vadaei away.

~*~

Mistri looked at the ring he had managed to secure, and slipped it in his pocket, resolving to encase it in something or other later. He saw Stephanie come along, and she stopped, looking at him.

"So, care to explain: why you entered my ship; why you decided you would come along and almost stuff my plans up; what you think you can accomplish by locking Vadaei up; and why you Powereons can't keep your nose out of my business? I don't want to forbid you to do anything, but I will. I believe you recall what it was that I explained to Carter."

Stephanie looked shocked. "How did you know - " She cut herself off.

"Ali told me you wanted in. I let you in, because only I can. Now, my questions?"

"Dad told me to get your morpher." Mistri held up one finger. "We came along, cause we didn't want you committing suicide." Another finger went up. "We're hoping to reduce the UAE's power." When no finger went up, she ended, "I don't know." One last finger went up, making it three fingers in all.

"You had no right to take my morpher. I knew what I was doing, and it required no morpher! If I die, then the Great Power resurrects me. Vadaei will just kill herself, or teleport out, or something, and she will be free. There is no way you can lock her up, unless she wants you to. And really, if I say I'm going to do something, then obviously, I know what I'm doing. I have done it all."

"Unfortunately, that's three strikes against you Powereons."

"What does that mean?" Stephanie asked, nervously.

"It means that I'm seriously considering using my ability to prevent you people from doing anything for a period of time."

"You can't do that!" cried Stephanie.

"I don't want to do so," said Mistri, regretfully. "I know what I am doing, however, and you persist in 'trying to help' or whatever you deem to call it, I will be forced to do something I'd rather not."

Stephanie looked at him and walked away, listening to the nagging voice in her head that said 'well... maybe he's right... ' And Mistri walked to the engineering section, and fashioned a steel cylinder and popped the ring in, to wait until he wanted to use it.

Once it was done, he wiped his forehead, relieved.

But of course, he had no sooner gotten out then he was confronted by an irate Robert.

"Three strikes?" asked Robert.

"Well, duh," replied Mistri.

"Why are you threatening this?"

"Why are you interfering in places you're not wanted? If I wanted you, I would have asked you. But this was one thing I had to do by myself. I had to catch her offguard. Which will not happen if you are there. I have my reasons for keeping silent, I'm sorry."

"Why do you never offer any ideas, only suggestions and vague orders?"

"I don't want anyone to get hurt. Everything was fine... until events happened."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean Robert, that things happened that shouldn't have. You're needed elsewhere."

"I am not leaving until I know why you're like this."

"I'm very uneasy, Robert. I sense great power. And, frankly, it's disturbing me."

~*~

Robert then headed off to make a call.

"Alin, open a scrambled communications line to the Alliance eyes only Trey and Powermatic."

The two Alliance members were on hand a moment later.

"Robert, what's the situation?"

"It's not good Professor. We need to meet face to face. Gather as many Ranger leaders as you can and meet the Daman and I on Rigel VII in three days. Have on hand a full idea of our forces."

Three days later. Robert looked around to find Delphine, Carter, Megan, Sue, Jason, David, Andros, Leo, Trey, Gulermo, Alin, and about 150 Ranger heads and more Powereons then he could count.

"OK by you all coming here you basically agree that the Alliance is in danger. Mistri won't be too pleased by this move but we need to insure that he doesn't get everyone killed. Therefore if he attempts anything that would result in a wholesale slaughter of the Final Alliance then I want everyone of your teams to step aside and return to your ships. Meanwhile I will take Mistri out of the equation by force if necessary. OK now ground rules. This meeting never took place and is not to be discussed with anyone. We don't want a combination of Hitler and Mussolini to find out about this."

~*~

April 9th, 8:00 PM.

The Terran Rangers and the Powereons had been sitting on their butts for a while. No one had really wanted to stand up and proclaim 'Let's go take out Tialmarin'. So they were all stuck. But at precisely 8:00:00 PM, silver energy began to crackle through the base. Everyone was immobilized to their seats, as it went through the base, destroying it. Debris went everywhere, miraculously not hitting Tyra, but hitting everyone else though.

On his ship, Mistri grabbed a morpher - he had taken to carrying them all around at all times - and placed it on. And at precisely 8:07 PM he keyed the activation sequence. Energy like never before lanced through him, he felt like he was being ripped in two. He hit teleport on the morpher.

"What's going on?" shrieked Tyra.

"Silver energy is ripping the base apart," deadpanned Rocky.

At precisely 8:09:34, the energy faded, but no one noticed, they had all been blinded.

"What in all reaches of the Grid happened to you?" asked a voice. "Retar sili!" With all the damage fixed, and any mishaps healed, they looked towards the voice. A person stood there, calmly swinging an axe, clothed in silver. "I never thought I'd be able to say I'm glad to see you guys."

"I'm still right."

~*~

As everyone stood gaping, Mistri took off the morpher he bore. "I think this is yours, Pelican." She accepted it, grinning.

"What's this war with Tialmarin?"

"Don't miss much, do you?"

"Course not. I assume, that we are attacking Tiarmalrin, so as to provide distractions while we fix this bloody convoluted timestream?"

"That sums it up, yeah."

"But how?" asked Tyra, trying to understand.

"Don't explain miracles, just have faith," said Trini.

"I suppose we'll have to go now," said Bambi. "To tell the truth, I am not exactly fond of what has happened, and I suppose I'll have to make my choices. Besides. I don't really feel like ripping each of you to shreds, for what has happened."

They turned to leave, and Bambi said, as they walked out. "Oh, next time, just trust us."

~*~

Her eyes were bright. "You have the ring?" Mistri nodded. "Good. Now, with it, we can get the power to change the timestream. Once we have it, then we can use it whenever. When is the attack planned, cause that is when we summon the power, so the UAE doesn't notice. So when?"

"Soon as I snap my fingers, dear," said Mistri. "But who do we channel the power to?"

"I say: Tanya Sloan."

"Good. Now how do we ask her?"

"We can't just go up to her, and say: Oh, we'd like you to give up all chances of a normal life, get some power, and use it to change history. And to make it up to you, your life will be better in the repaired time stream," said Bambi.

"No, we'll have to spring it."

~*~

The next morning, Mistri looked at Robert.

"We're going to win this war. And simply by distracting the UAE at Tialmarin, for four hours."

"What do you intend to have that do?" asked Robert, calmly.

"With Tanya's permission, we will give her the power to rectify the past. But it is dangerous," said Bambi, looking at Tanya. "If the UAE found out as we were giving the power, then they could hurt her and us. But it could end it all, send it back to the way it was meant to be."

"I will do it, then," said Tanya.

And so, one hour later, Tialmarin was under attack; the UAE trying desperately to hold them back, but already most of the UDAB knew why it was important to do this. And so, for the second time in history, all out war commenced.

On Capsilon IX, Bambi held the ring Mistri had taken. And so they began the process of giving Tanya all that power.

And precisely four hours later, Mistri looked at Tanya, who ripped her Zeonizers off, and threw them aside. "I feel great!! I have the Power!"

"Good, please just wave your hand and think about all the fighters being healed and back on their own planets. Now think about their equipment being repaired and where it should be. Now, think about whatever you want to occur, and wave your hand," prompted Bambi.

An ice cream appeared in the air and melted super fast.

"That was weird," said Mistri. And then he said, "To all members of the Final Alliance, please hereby note, it's all over. We can now fix this timeline, and the Final Alliance is no longer needed. Thank you all. Oh, and I apologise for my recent actions, but I had good reason, which are personal. Oh, and Robert? Please don't ever call me a combination of Hitler and Mussolini ever again, and also please don't go behind my back again. But you are pretty cool."

End

Closing Notes:
Robert: It seems strange that here Mistri and I started this whole thing way back in early March of 2002 and about ten months in real time went by though in VLR these 18 fics which were some of the most enjoyable fics I'd worked on since Lost Galaxy premiered took place over a period of only 3 1/2 months. This collaboration definitely was better then my stalled collaboration with that goofball that I was writing Zordonian Rangers with. That Collaboration rates about a 5 and this one more like a Nine.
Mistri: I'd say I'm honored by his remarks, but really, I'm amazed he can remember it all. Though I did have to correct 2001 to 2002. It's been a wild ride, and VLR is now over. And to think it started from a weird dream I had. Namõri‰, fellow readers. We'll meet again.