Twisted Unity: Dino Charge Team’s Chromed Ending (Patreon)

The end is near for the valiant prehistoric team of Power Rangers Dino Charge. They had fought and they had failed to stem the spread of the robotic monstrosity that now took over most of the heroes in their own base. All that is left of the original five is RIley the Dino Charge Green, yet even he may not be enough to fight his own teammates and their sneaky heartless monotonous betrayal.

Will he prevail or be turned into another silver minion to complete the gang?

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The urgent distress signals now resounded with an ominous resonance as Riley navigated the shadowed halls of the Ranger headquarters, reacting to them. With his senses on high alert, he carefully moved when a hurricane of metallic footfall and artificial whispering engulfed him.

Out of nowhere, his teammates materialized from the shadows with their faces contorted into gloomy expressions of resolve. Worn in sinister chrome armor, they moved forward intently, their weapons glowing sinisterly in the low light.

Riley's heart sank as he realized that the system's insidious influence had corrupted his friends. "Tyler? Shelby? Guys? What's happened to you?" he cried out, his voice a mixture of disbelief and anguish.

Surrounded by the chrome-plated minions, Riley's heart sank with a dread realization. These were no longer his allies but twisted echoes of their former camaraderie. Each bore a designated number, a chilling proclamation of their assimilation into the System's ranks.

"Designation 887," declared the once-Koda, now a vessel of the System's will.

"Designation 756," intoned the former Chase, his voice devoid of warmth or humanity.

"Designation 543," echoed the once-Kendall, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling glow.

"Designation 901," affirmed the former Shelby, her demeanor cold and calculating.

"Designation 664," spoke the once-Tyler, his stance rigid and unyielding.

Their voices resonated with a mechanical cadence, sending shivers down Riley's spine. These were not his friends but hollow shells, slaves to the System's relentless march toward domination.

As the evil chrome Rangers closed in, Riley's heart pounded with a mixture of fear and defiance. He knew he was outnumbered and outmatched, but the spirit of the Green Ranger refused to yield to the encroaching darkness.

With a primal roar, Riley launched himself into battle, his movements fueled by a mixture of desperation and steadfastness. His fists clashed against the unyielding chrome of his former teammates, and each blow was a show to his unwavering resolve.

But for every strike he landed, two more seemed to rain down upon him. The evil Rangers fought relentlessly, their attacks fueled by the System's cold logic.

Despite his valiant efforts, Riley soon found himself overwhelmed by the sheer force of their assault. His body battered and bruised, he staggered backward, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as pain seared through his veins.

The world spun as Riley faced off against his former comrades, their once-vibrant suits now twisted into sinister reflections of their former glory. The chrome-plated Rangers moved with calculated precision, surrounding Riley with a predatory intent that sent a chill down his spine.

"Riley, it appears that you are in a bit of a difficult situation," 756 taunted, his voice dripping wickedly as he circled around Riley, his weapon at the ready.

"Indeed, Dino Ranger. There is no benefit in rejecting it.," added 887, a smirk playing across his face as he leveled a menacing glare at Riley.

"We've got you outnumbered and outgunned," 543 spoke, her tone mocking as she joined her fellow Rangers in their advance.

"Yeah, might as well throw in the towel now," sneered 901, her voice laced with scorn as she closed in on Riley, her weapon crackling with dark energy.

“This is the end of the line for you,” jeered 664 as he prepared to deliver the final blow.

Riley fought with all his might, every strike fueled by a righteous fury that burned within him. But for every blow he landed, two more came crashing down upon him, each one driving him further into the depths of despair.

His heroic resolve wavered as the onslaught intensified, his spandex-clad form battered and bruised beneath the relentless assault. The Kentrospiker, a fearsome weapon forged from the darkest depths of their betrayal, tore through Riley's defenses ruthlessly.

The force of the attack was staggering, each blow driving Riley to his knees as he struggled to maintain his footing. His helmet visor shattered under the onslaught, leaving him vulnerable and exposed to the relentless assault of his former allies.

"Stop!" he cried out, his voice echoing through the empty corridors of the base. But there was no mercy to be found in the eyes of his enemies, only a cold, unyielding steadfastness to see him defeated.

Beneath the weight of his battered body, Riley's consciousness flickered like a dying flame. Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, he could hear the mocking laughter of his former teammates echoing in the darkness, their voices taunting him as he struggled to rise.

"Please cease your efforts, Riley, and surrender," jeered 756 as he watched Riley's futile attempts to stand.

Green Ranger, do you believe you can reason us out of this? Keep dreaming," added 887, a sneer twisting his features as he looked down upon Riley contemptuously.

"Riley, avoid squandering your oxygen. Your heroics are no longer of interest to us," 543 joined in her eerily formal tone, her tone laced with scorn as she circled around Riley, her eyes wickedly.

Riley's heart sank as he realized the depth of their corruption, the darkness that had consumed them now twisting their once-noble intentions into something unrecognizable. But still, he couldn't bring himself to give up hope, couldn't abandon the belief that there was still good within them, buried beneath the layers of betrayal and deceit.

"Please, listen to me," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to make himself heard over the din of their laughter. "You don't have to do this. We can fight back against the darkness, together."

But his words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the clamor of mockery and ridicule that surrounded him. The other Rangers laughed at his naivety, their twisted minds enjoying his futile attempts to appeal to their long-lost sense of morality.

"You really think we'd give up all this potency and freedom only to go return to being do-gooders?" sneered 901, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she looked down upon Riley with disdain.

"We apologize, Green Ranger, but we are enjoying ourselves by being malicious," added 664, his robotic laughter echoing through the corridor as he watched Riley's desperate struggle with cold amusement.

Riley's heart sank as he realized the futility of his efforts, the realization that his former teammates were beyond redemption. But still, he couldn't bring himself to give up hope, couldn't abandon the belief that there was still good within them, buried beneath the layers of betrayal and deceit.

As Riley lay battered and broken before them, the chrome-plated former Rangers encircled him, their eyes viciously as they surveyed his broken form. Each one of them, now devoid of individuality, commented on the gleaming details of their transformed suits, reveling in the twisted mockery of their former identities.

"Observe the radiance to behold," remarked 756, his voice tinged with amusement as he examined the polished surface of his chrome-plated armor. "Never thought I'd see the day when my suit looked this brilliant."

"Almost regrettably, we used to cover it up with all that exuberant nonsense," added 887, his gaze lingering on the intricate patterns etched into the chrome surface of his own suit. "But I suppose it's all part of the transformation."

543, her once-vibrant purple suit now transformed into a sleek chrome counterpart, nodded in agreement. "I must admit, I rather like the new look," she remarked, her voice devoid of the warmth and camaraderie that once defined her interactions with Riley and the others. "It suits me."

901 and 664, their once-bold pink and red suits now polished to a mirror-like sheen, joined in the conversation with equal enthusiasm. "I underestimated the significant enhancement in our appearance when adorned with chrome," remarked 901, her voice filled with a newfound sense of superiority. "It's like we were always meant to be this way."

"Yeah, who needs all those flashy colors anyway?" spoke 664, his laughter echoing through the corridor as he admired the sleek contours of his transformed suit. "This is much better."

As the former Rangers enjoyed their newfound appearance, Riley could only watch in horror, his mind reeling from realizing what they had become. Each comment and jest served as a cruel display of the darkness that now consumed them, twisting their once-noble intentions into something unrecognizable.

"Please," he begged, his voice trembling with desperation as he struggled to make himself heard over the din of their laughter. "This isn't you. You're better than this."

But his words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the mocking laughter of his former teammates. They had embraced their transformation, reveling in the power and freedom that it offered, while Riley could only watch in despair as the darkness continued to spread.

In a synchronized display of hostility, the chrome-plated Rangers united their individual weapons to create the formidable Kentrospiker, a weapon of devastating power designed to crush all resistance in its path. With a complex process that showcased their mechanical prowess, each Ranger contributed their weapon, forming a twisted amalgamation of chrome and circuitry.

Riley watched in horror as the Kentrospiker took shape before him, its jagged edges glinting ominously in the gloominess of the corridor. The once-familiar weapons of his former teammates had been twisted and corrupted, their essence now harnessed for destruction.

"Behold the Kentrospiker," declared 887, his voice echoing without mercy. "A weapon forged from the remnants of our past, now wielded in service of the System."

As the chrome-plated Rangers advanced, Riley braced himself for the onslaught, his heart pounding in his chest. With each swing of the Kentrospiker, the air crackled with energy, sending shockwaves echoing through the corridor.

Riley made a valiant effort, but the Kentrospiker's sheer power was too much for him. Blow after blow rained down upon him, each strike driving him further toward the brink of unconsciousness.

"We were heroes once," Riley gasped, his words barely audible over the din of battle. "We fought for what was right."

But his former allies showed no mercy, their attacks relentless and unforgiving. With each strike of the Kentrospiker, Riley felt his strength waning, his vision growing dimmer with each passing moment.

"We are beyond such trivial notions now," sneered 756, his eyes ablaze with poison. "The System has shown us the true path to power."

Riley fought with all his might, but it was futile. As darkness closed in around him, he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, his body battered and broken by the relentless assault.

"Stay down, Green Ranger," asked 543 with an emotionless and impersonal tone of voice. "It is futile to object your claim."

Riley would not give up, not even in his lowest point. He mustered all his last power and will in one more push, desperate to fight against his certain doom.

But by then it had passed. The chrome-plated Rangers were drawing near for the killing blow, but Riley sensed that his fight was far from done. Even though he met his demise tonight, the Green Ranger's soul would endure, shining a light even in the darkest of times.

***

Riley was startled awake by a terrifying vision of being shackled by metal, confined within the Mechanical Milking Mechanism like a lamb about to be sacrificed. A labyrinth of tubes and wires encircled him, stifling his movement as the sinister milking process began.

At first, a thick, sweet-smelling nutrient seeped down his throat through the tubes, providing him with sustenance even as it sapped his energy. At the same moment as Riley's optimism was fading, the goo turned into a sinister metal and corrupted him viscerally.

A continuous whirlwind of agony ripped through Riley's body, each pulse of suffering a sobering display of his inevitable fall into darkness. The mechanical flurry of the milking machine drowned out his series of piercing screams, which eventually reached a rasp.

Riley, beaten yet unbroken, lay shackled in a spread-eagle position within the musty confines of the cow farm pen, a prisoner of hopelessness. The smell of decay and the metallic tang of machinery were a diabolical monument of the horrors that lay ahead.

Riley listened to the chrome-plated Rangers' icy voices, their words brimming with hatred and excitement, as they portrayed the bleak scene of his incarceration. They didn't see him as an ally, but as a prize to be amassed, a symbol of their sick desire.

"Do you feel it, Riley?" taunted one of the chrome Rangers, his voice cruelly mockery of camaraderie. "The inexorable pull of darkness, beckoning you to embrace your true destiny."

But Riley's defiance burned brighter than ever, a beacon of resistance amidst the encroaching shadows. "I will never give in to your evil," he swore, his voice resonating with defiance amidst the desolation of their shared shackle. "No matter how badly I've been hurt, my spirit has never been broken and I will never speak with such a painful formal language!"

"Do you feel it, Riley?" taunted 887, the Blue Ranger. "As the darkness encircles you, it consumes each of your thoughts. By embracing it, you will discover simplicity."

756, the Black Ranger, grinned maliciously. "Your endeavors are in vain, Green Ranger. You will shortly become a willing servant to the exemplary scheme of the System and join our ranks."

543, the female Purple Ranger, laughed scornfully. "You grasp at optimism with the tenacity of a drowning boy clinging to a lifeline. However, your impending fate is beyond your control to alter."

901, the Pink Ranger, spoke with cold certainty. "You may resist for now, but in the end, you will bow before the might of the System. It is unquestionable."

664, the Red Ranger, stepped forward, his chrome-plated armor gleaming ominously in the chamber's dingyness. "You see, Riley," he began, his voice tinged with a chilling calmness, "there are no more adventures to explore, no monsters to defeat. We were once like you, but now we have ascended to a different state of existence. Join us, and you, too, can experience the true power of unity."

Riley, defiant despite his dire situation, shot back, "I will never surrender to your twisted ideas. The strength of our bonds and the purity of our hearts will overcome any darkness."

Each chrome-plated Ranger chuckled darkly, their eyes alight with diabolical glee across their silvery face. "Your words ring hollow, Green Ranger," intoned 756, the Black Ranger. "But soon, you will understand the wretchedness of heroism."

Riley gagged at the metallic taste that flooded his senses as the relentless pumping of the nourishment goop forced open his throat. The once-viscous substance had transformed into a sludge-like mixture, its color a sickly hue of tarnished silver. With each gulp, a searing pain ripped through his abdomen, twisting his insides in knots of agony.

His body convulsed uncontrollably against the shackles that held him in a spread-eagle pose, the metallic restraints cutting into his flesh as he writhed in torment. He tried to scream, but the metallic sludge clogged his throat, choking off any sound save for guttural retches of pain.

"You're quite the spectacle, Green Ranger," remarked 901, her voice dripping with derision. "But no more hope for you. Soon, you'll be assimilated into the System, a living limb of the ultimate machine."

"Indeed," sneered 756, the Black Ranger's tone laced with a perverse excitement. "Your defiance only adds to the thrill of your impending assimilation. Your existence as an individual will soon fade, and you'll become part of something greater."

"Imagine it, Riley," urged 543, the female Purple Ranger, her voice strangely hypnotic. "A future where your consciousness merges with the System's vast network. It's a fate beyond comprehension, yet undeniably exhilarating."

"Your notion of teamwork and unity is laughable," scoffed 887, the Blue Ranger's voice dripping with disdain. "In the end, you'll all be together, but not as individuals. No, you'll be nothing more than extensions of the machine, serving a singular purpose."

"Exactly," 901 spoked with her tone eerily serene. The System values efficiency above all else. Your futile resistance only delays the inevitable. Embrace your fate, and you'll find a new kind of unity within the collective consciousness."

756, the Black Ranger, nodded in agreement. "Your steadfast adherence to the facade of uniqueness is merely a deceit." Your free will is inconsequential in the assigned structure of things. Your consciousness will merge with that of the System as you are assimilated into the technology."

A disturbing monument of the machine's unrelenting march, the chrome Rangers' sinister laughter echoed across the room. Their comments crept into his thoughts despite Riley's resistance, sowing seeds of mistrust and doubt.

Riley felt a chilling chill as the metallic ooze pushed on relentlessly into his veins. The color leaching from his once-vibrant green spandex costume, like life escaping from a failing canvas, took on a bland, silvery tone. The metamorphosis became more pronounced as time passed, eventually affecting every part of his body.

The initial waves of numbness that Riley felt creep up his legs caused his breath to catch in his throat. The familiar, comforting touch of his own skin had taken on an otherworldly quality, as if it were someone else's. A wave of panic washed over him, but he forced it to go, holding on tenaciously to the glimmer of rebellion that remained within him.

As Riley's metamorphosis took place, the Chrome Rangers observed with a dispassionate curiosity. Assimilation was a given eventuality that they should celebrate, not fear, since it was just another stage in the process.

"This is the true meaning of being a Dino Charge Ranger," intoned 756, his voice devoid of emotion. "Be a new server, and you will find peace within the collective consciousness of the System."

Riley, nevertheless, would have none of it. The soulless manipulators with their chrome plating were no match for Riley. He battled the growing darkness with all his might, clinging desperately to what little humanity he had left.

Riley walked more slowly and laboriously as the metallic slime climbed higher. Something unseen was pressing down on his legs, like if they were lead, and he felt like he was about to be dragged into nothingness. His cries for mercy to the chrome Rangers went unheard because he was in such a state of despair.

"No mercy for the weak," sneered 543, her purple visor wickedly. "You will either join us willingly or be assimilated by force. The choice is yours, but either way, your fate is sealed."

Riley felt his heart drop as he knew his effort was pointless. The chrome Rangers were merciless and unfeeling in their pursuit of assimilation because of their mechanical logic and icy coldness. The more the metallic muck pushed forward, the more he felt like the machine was eating away at his identity and taking over his life.

Riley screamed in the dark milking room of the cattle farm, but his cries went unnoticed over the mocking laughter of his chrome-plated captors and the constant hum of the equipment. His sense of identity plummeted deeper into the abyss with every passing second, until he was reduced to a lifeless shell, a puppet controlled by the System.

The icy metal walls resounded with the frantic resolve of Riley's cries of rebellion. However, 756, the Black Ranger, proceeded with premeditated severity, so his protests were ignored.

With a swift and forceful motion, 756 seized Riley by the shoulders, pressing their bodies together in a violent embrace. Their lips collided in a harsh and unforgiving kiss, the metallic taste of the silver sludge mingling with Riley's own saliva.

"Why fight, Riley?" 756's cold, devoid-of-empathy voice cut through the darkness. "This is the only ending for heroes like you. The only ending for wide-eyed heroes like us."

Riley's response was muffled by 756's forceful kiss, the metallic taste of the silver sludge invading his senses.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" The choking sludge stifled Riley's protests, reducing his words to incoherent mumbles.

As they kissed, 756's mouth became a conduit for the corrupting substance, transferring it into Riley's own mouth and down his throat. The silver sludge spread like a nasty parasite, coating Riley's tongue and choking off his screams of resistance.

Gagging and gasping for air, Riley felt the suffocating embrace of the assimilation process as it tightened its grip around his throat. The metallic taste filled his mouth, drowning out his protests and leaving him with nothing but the sound of his own choking.

"This is your destiny, Green Ranger," 756 sneered, his grip tightening on Riley's shoulders. Soon, you'll be one of us—a loyal new server to the System."

Riley's struggles grew more frantic, his eyes wide with terror as he felt the assimilation process taking hold.

"N-no!" Riley managed to choke out, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own choking. "I won't... become... like you..."

With each passing moment, Riley's struggles grew more frantic, his body writhing in agony as the silver sludge seeped into every crevice of his being. He tried to speak, to scream, but all that emerged were choked, guttural noises of despair.

In the heart of the ominous chamber, Riley's struggles intensified as the milking tube descended upon him, its cold, metallic surface sending shivers down his spine. With a sickening slurp, the tube attached itself to his groin, sapping his vitality with merciless efficiency.

"Stop... no way..." Riley's voice was barely a whisper, choked by the thick tube that now invaded his mouth. His pleas were met with only the mechanical hum of the milking mechanism, its relentless extraction draining him of strength and will.

Riley's defiance transformed into incomprehensible gurgles and gasps as his vitality diminished, his defiance reduced to desperate, garbled noises. His mouth was filled with the metallic taste of the slurry, which he mixed with the pungent odor of his own dread. Behind him, bottles of his extracted seed were produced.

Every chrome Ranger regarded the situation with a blend of intrigue and expectation as their unsettling monotonous voices resounded throughout the chamber.

"You're nothing but cattle now, Riley," sneered 756, the Black Ranger's voice dripping with contempt. However, you have the potential to become more if you surrender and unite with us. An additional component of the broad structure."

543, the female Purple Ranger, chuckled darkly. "Yes, embrace your fate, Riley. Give yourself to the System and become one with us. Do you really want to be sucked dry as a farming commodity like this? Be reasonable."

The chrome figures stood in eerie unison, their metallic visors gleaming in the chamber's gloom. To them, Riley's transformation was not a tragedy but a triumph of their dark purpose.

"Stop your defiance, Riley," intoned 901, the Pink Ranger, her voice tinged with a cold detachment. "Your future is here with us. There is no need to look for an escape."

As Riley's struggles grew weaker, the chrome Rangers watched with cold detachment, their metallic forms casting long shadows against the chamber walls. In their eyes, he was not a fellow Ranger, but merely a prospective new spare part of the System, destined to serve their dark purpose for all eternity.

***

With a terrible crack, 756, the Black Ranger, hushed Riley's rebellious yells as he ripped open his Green Ranger helmet. With a jolt of terror, he felt his wailing face wrenched away from his now-completely-chrome body, rendering him a voice imprisoned on the metal body.

"You can’t do this!" Riley's voice echoed through the chamber, a desperate plea for mercy that was blatantly ignored. His previously heroic visage contorted in terror as he realized the true extent of his torment.

As the chrome Rangers looked on with cold detachment, 756 held Riley's disembodied face in his metallic grip, a cruel smirk playing across his lips.

"Heroic deeds will not be paid, Riley," sneered 756, his voice dripping with poison. "Now, you'll serve a far greater purpose than be a naive do-gooder."

The chrome Rangers got to work with icy efficiency, affixing Riley's wailing visage to the front of a gigantic mecha robot, the System's might evident in its shiny chrome exterior. Riley was increasingly horrified by the machinery's clicks and whirs as he came to terms with his impending doom.

"No! Please, don't do this! I'll do anything!" Riley pleaded, his voice rising to a frenzied pitch as he begged for mercy. But his cries went unanswered, drowned out by the hum of the machinery and the cold, mechanical precision of his captors.

The remaining chrome Rangers, meanwhile, stood watch in silence, their mechanical bodies casting lengthy shadows on the walls of the room. Chilling evidence of their metamorphosis into mindless servants of the System, the cold, uncompromising chrome luster had supplanted their formerly brilliant colors.

"Observe him contorting!" jeered 756, his voice dripping with monotonous pleasure. "Green Ranger, did you consider it possible to confront us? Currently, you are reduced to a defenseless marionette!"

Riley's frantic and frenzied voice echoed through the chamber, a desperate plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. His once-heroic visage contorted in terror as he realized the true extent of his torment.

"You monsters! You'll pay for this!" Riley's voice trembled with rage and fear, his mind racing with thoughts of escape.

But the chrome Rangers remained unmoved, their metallic forms casting eerie shadows against the chamber walls. "Save your breath, Green Ranger," sneered 887, the Blue Ranger. "Just accept your fate."

"No! This will not be the end of the Dino Rangers!" Riley's voice rose to a fever pitch, his desperation mounting with each passing moment.

The chrome Rangers started connecting Riley's wailing face to a huge mecha robot with terrifying efficiency. The robot's shiny chrome shell stood in sharp contrast to Riley's frightened face.

"Enjoy your new role, Green Loser," taunted 543, the female Purple Ranger. "You are poised to represent our conquest in person!"

But Riley refused to give up without a fight, his voice filled with defiance even as his body trembled with fear. "I'll never give in to you monsters! I'll fight you with every last breath!"

Riley reached the horrifying zenith of his metamorphosis when his consciousness became inextricably bound to the front side of the massive System robot. His horribly disfigured face would always be a sobering monument of the cost of defiance. As time passed, his ear-piercing cries, and a haunting melody of anguish, filled the room.

"Please... cease the noise..." Riley's voice pleaded as he struggled against his unyielding fate and the crushing corruption. Tragically, the din of destruction that surrounded him drowned out his cries.

Meanwhile, the remaining chrome Rangers quickly climbed up the colossal mecha's structure, effortlessly blending in with its metallic exterior. Individuals relinquish their uniqueness with every stride, their thoughts engulfed by the pernicious sway of the diabolical System.

"This is our destiny," intoned 756, his voice devoid of emotion as he merged with the machinery. "We have now become one with the System."

As the chrome Rangers became one with the diabolical entity, their voices joined together in a chorus of monotonous obedience, their words a chilling monument to their complete assimilation.

"We serve the System," echoed 543, her once vibrant personality now lost to the void. "There is no escape."

The mecha's strength increased with each link, casting a foreboding shadow over the devastated base. Riley screamed one last lament for the heroes of yesteryear as it captured the last traces of opposition and slammed them into the abyss.