The fluorescent lights of Eddy's Mechanic Shop flickered against the grease-stained concrete floor as Eddy towered over Farza. The mysterious motorcycle sat accusingly between them, its chrome surfaces reflecting their confrontation like a silent witness.
"This is your last warning, kid," Eddy's voice echoed through the empty garage, fingers drumming against the work order. "Got three premium jobs backed up. If you can't get this bike running by Friday, I'm calling your old man at the Squad."
Farza's heart sank. His father had pulled strings to get him this job, trading on his reputation in Silverwind City's police force. Another disappointment wasn't something their family could afford. "I just need—"
"Time's up, Farza. Fix it, or find another shop."
Later, as Farza killed the lights, the motorcycle's engine suddenly pulsed with an ethereal glow, resonating with his Z-Watch. But before he could investigate, urgent warning signals demanded his attention.
Juan's eager face filled his video call screen. "Farza, I've got something that could change everything—"
The call dissolved into static as the Green Ranger's hologram materialized from the Z-Watch, his emerald form casting otherworldly shadows across Farza's bedroom walls. "Emergency alert, Red Ranger. We've detected Amorg's signature."
"I can help!" Juan's voice fought through the interference. "The energy patterns I've been studying—"
"Too dangerous," Farza cut him off, already swinging out his window into the humid night air. His phone stayed behind on his desk – no need for Juan's well-meaning but risky tracking attempts this time.
The transformation washed over him as he ran, crimson light encasing his body in the sleek Red Ranger armor. He bounded across rooftops, the suit pushing his speed to its limits. The neon-lit streets of Silverwind City blurred beneath him – past the steaming food carts of Little Manila, through the shadows of the abandoned textile district, over the crumbling walls of the old shipyard.
"Status report," the Green Ranger's voice resonated in his helmet. "The Xenoforms' recent behavior suggests careful planning. They're no longer attacking randomly."
Farza vaulted over a gap between buildings, his enhanced muscles carrying him twenty feet through the air. "They're usually all smash and grab. Why the patience?"
"They've been... studying our weaknesses." The Green Ranger's hesitation was unusual. "Each attack has been a test."
"Testing what exactly?" Farza landed hard on a water tower, scanning the industrial skyline. Factory smokestacks belched steam into the night sky, creating an ethereal maze of shadows and light. "You're not telling me everything."
"The situation is more complex than you realize. The Xenoforms aren't just invaders, they're—"
A massive force blindsided Farza, sending him crashing through the water tower in an explosion of metal and spray. Lieutenant Amorg's titanium-alloy fist gleamed in the moonlight as he emerged from the mist, his cybernetic eyes pulsing with an unnatural hunger.
"Long time no see, Red Ranger." Amorg's voice grated like steel on concrete. "Your patterns are... predictable."
A high-pitched laugh cut through the cascading water. General Dy Syrian descended from above, her mechanical broom humming with dark energy. Steam curled around her armored form as she hovered over the scene, looking every bit the technological witch.
"No backup, no support," she sneered, energy crackling around her broom's tip. "Just as planned. Lieutenant, secure his Z-Watch. It's time to complete what we started."
Amorg advanced, servos whining, his body radiating corrupted Z-Force energy. Farza rose to his feet, water streaming off his armor, but he knew the odds. Without Juan's technical genius or the mysterious help he'd sometimes felt watching over him, he faced two of his deadliest enemies alone.
General Dy Syrian raised her broom like a scepter, dark lightning arcing between its prongs. "Your power will catalyze our X-Force perfectly, Red Ranger. Amorg, finish this!"