Tommy Oliver: [standing at the head of the room, wearing his enhanced Green Dragon armor]
"Listen up, everyone. I didn’t come here just to wear shiny armor and flash zord footage for applause. The Morphing Grid connects us all—it’s the heartbeat of countless realities. And right now? It’s fractured. The same way trust between Rangers, factions, and even allies is fractured."

He paces, his voice carrying weight.
"When I first met Rogexial, I thought she was just another powerful figure playing a dangerous game. But after everything she did during the Shattered Grid—the lives she saved, the worlds she helped stabilize—I realized she’s more than that. I owe her my life. And maybe, just maybe, we owe her the benefit of the doubt."

He glances toward a group of skeptical SPD cadets sitting at the back.
"But let’s not sugarcoat it. There are those who see the Flawless Military and Ex Machina as threats. I get it. I’ve fought enough tyrants to know how power can corrupt. Some of you, like SPD and Time Force, have even fought against Rogexial and Xion. You’ve got your scars. I’m not here to dismiss them."

Tommy’s tone softens, his sincerity palpable.
"But I am here to ask you this: what if we could build something better? Together. Rangers have always been about unity. When we argue, when we divide ourselves, we play right into the hands of those who want chaos. People like the Harbingers. Like Lobo. Like whatever shadow force is pulling strings in Ex Machina."

He steps closer to the students, looking directly at a young Ranger-in-training.
"I’ve worn more colors than anyone in history. I’ve fought more enemies, lost more friends, and seen more timelines than I can count. And through it all, one truth remains: we’re stronger together. If there’s one thing I want you to take away from this, it’s that."

The room falls silent for a moment before a voice speaks up. It’s Sky Tate, SPD’s Red Ranger.
Sky Tate: "And what if unity isn’t possible? What if some factions—some people—j