Guy of Z said The Planet Junkacon
Jace Dager after awakening on this far away planet found his Mecha being strapped to a rocket by the indigenous sentient beings.
Their leader Wreck Gar had his hand on a switch which Deger assumed controlled the rocket.
“Please don’t….do this!” Jace whimpered
Wreck Gar seemed to not even notice his pleas for mercy from his cockpit
“10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 Rangers in space!” Wreck Gar announced as he pressed the button
The Junkacons began singing with him
“Blast controls to outer space now, flying higher than ever before, ranger In space! Go power rangers go power rangers go power rangers ,go go go fly! Go power Rangers go Power rangers ehhhhh in space!”
The White Emperor was sent flying into the sky and into the atmosphere.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Jace screamed in terror as the rocket blasted off to god knows where.
In the depths of space
With his mech ruined and no help in sight, Jace is completely helpless, floating aimlessly in the void. There is nothing he can do aside from accept the inevitable death that awaits him. As he looks at the blackness of outer space, Jace felt strangely at peace. These recent events have been a humbling experience for him and there was a certain appropriateness about his final fate. His most current defeats were far from glorious last stands and it stands to reason that his life's end would be a quiet one.
However, fate has other ideas.
A being covered in shadow, with only a pair of red eyes to distinguish itself from its surroundings, appeared out of nowhere and came ever closer to Jace. The pilot of the White Emperor desperately tried to get his machine to work, but to no avail. He couldn't escape this entity, no matter what he did. The darkness-clad figure gestured towards the White Emperor, black tendrils erupting from its hand speeding straight towards the mech. It wrapped the White Emperor and seeping through its cockpit, they did the same to its pilot. Jace screamed and struggled, but all for naught. As the darkness took hold, all his sense of self, his free will, is smothered and snuffed out. His White Emperor began to change, becoming bulkier, then blades suddenly began materializing on its wrists. When the metamorphosis was completed, the shadows that once covered the mech dissolved away, revealing a new one in its place.
Jace has indeed died this day.
The being who once called himself by that name could feel new power thundering within him, power he never knew possible. Soon, he would test his new strength, all in service to the great being who stood before him.