Far from the Rangers' base, deep within the Armada's warship, the air was thick with unease. Generals and soldiers stood silently as a heavy, metallic echo filled the chamber. From the shadows, a figure emerged—armored in black and silver, bones etched into his design, and a jagged blade in his hand. His very presence radiated a dreadful authority.
Kamen Rider Fifteen.
The Armada generals stiffened, uneasy with the newcomer. They had fought countless enemies across countless worlds, but this one felt different—something more than human, more than Rider.
One of the generals growled, breaking the silence. "Why should the Armada trust you, Rider? We do not take kindly to outsiders walking our halls."
Fifteen tilted his helmet slightly, the golden "十五" gleaming ominously across his mask. "Because I know your enemy better than you do."
The generals exchanged wary looks.
Fifteen raised his sword, resting it casually against his shoulder as he paced. "The girl you face—Electronic Wave Humanoid Tackle. You think she is just another warrior? A nuisance fighting alongside your Rangers?" He stopped, letting his voice drop into a grave tone. "You are wrong. Ohma Zi-O himself has touched her fate. He has given her a Rider Keychain, a fragment of his will. That makes her more dangerous than you realize."
The chamber rippled with tension. Even the cold-blooded Armada generals seemed unnerved at the mention of that golden king.
One general slammed his fist into the table. "Impossible. Why would Ohma Zi-O waste his power on her?"
Fifteen's voice rumbled like a storm. "Because she is the bridge. She carries the legacy of Riders in her heart, and now she has gained the trust of your enemies—the Power Rangers. With her, their strength will only grow."
The leader of the Armada leaned forward, his eyes narrow. "Then what do you propose, Rider?"
Fifteen stepped closer, his skeletal armor glinting under the dim lights. "Unleash something stronger. A monster that can push her to her limits. Something that will force her to reveal the full extent of her powers. And when she does…" His voice darkened, echoing through the chamber. "I will take the Keychains from her myself."
The room went silent.
The Armada generals exchanged cold smiles, their minds already racing with the thought of creating a weapon devastating enough to crush both Tackle and the Rangers.
"Very well," the leader said slowly. "We will summon one of our strongest creations. And when the girl falls, her Keychains will be yours to deliver to us."
Fifteen let out a low, satisfied chuckle, raising his massive blade and pointing it toward the stars. "Do not worry. Ohma Zi-O has already set the path. Tackle will not escape her destiny… and neither will the Rangers."
Far below, the Earth remained unaware of the storm that was about to descend.