[Scene: Training Grounds at Spellweaver Academy. Ming Kwan stands alone, practicing with her Energy Nunchaku. She strikes a target repeatedly, her movements sharp and intense. After a moment, she stops, lowering her weapon as she gazes at the horizon, lost in thought.]

Ming:
(Voice trembling slightly)
"Mom... I wonder if you’d even recognize this world. The Rangers aren't just heroes anymore—they’re soldiers, warriors in some galactic chess game. I keep asking myself if this is what you fought for. Did you ever imagine something like the Flawless Military? Rogexial says it’s all for the greater good, but... whose good, exactly?

I wish I could hear your voice, just once. To tell me what to do, to remind me why we fight. Robo Rita... she took you away before I even had a chance to understand what it meant to have a Ranger for a mom. It’s not fair. She turned your legacy into a statistic, another name on a list of fallen heroes. I’ll never forgive her for that.

(Pauses, gripping her nunchaku tighter)
But it’s not just her, is it? The grid’s been twisted into something unrecognizable. Alliances, betrayals, factions—everyone seems to have an agenda. The Flawless Military, Ex Machina, SPD, even the Justice Armada. They all talk about saving the universe, but at what cost?

(Ming sighs and shakes her head, her tone softening)
Tommy says I shouldn’t let it get to me, that carrying the weight of the past won’t help me shape the future. But how can I not? You’re not here, Mom. You’re not here to see what’s become of the Rangers, of the grid, of everything.

(She glances at her reflection in the polished surface of a nearby training dummy, speaking with quiet resolve)
I’m going to do things differently. I’ll honor your memory—not just by wearing this uniform or wielding these weapons, but by finding a way to bring some real balance to all of this. The Rangers used to inspire hope, not fear or suspicion. Maybe I can bring that back.

(Ming smirks faintly, lifting her nunchaku again)