Disclaimer: The Power Rangers do not technically appear in this fic (at least not yet), but that does not make them any more mine. The characters that do appear in this fic from the show Power Rangers are not mine wither. I don't suppose that anyone can own any of them, but the concept of the Power Rangers belongs to Disney and was thought up by Saban.


Ecliptor sighed as the girl woke up, screaming in terror again. He definitely had to do something about this.

He got up from the console for the third time that night, going into the girl's room, "Girl."

She was sitting on the makeshift bed he had put together, hugging her knees to her chest and sobbing quietly. "I want to go home," she said, barely audibly.

Believe me, there is nothing I would like more than to let you, Ecliptor thought bitterly. Unfortunately, Dark Specter had commanded him to keep the girl until he figured out what to do with her. He silently cursed that scoundrel Darkonda for whatever it was he did to have his things repossessed. Then he cursed him again for even having this human child as a slave. What good could she possibly be to anyone?

"You need to sleep," he told the girl awkwardly. He had never found it necessary to learn how to speak to someone in a calming manner, especially a human child. But he almost wished for that skill now. He had had little previous contact with such creatures, but if this one was a typical example, they were most irrational.

"I want to go home!" the girl lifted her head just long enough to scream at him. He had to admire her courage. She had put up quite a fight when he first brought her to the ship, and In the few short hours she had been here, she had tried to escape twice. He had no idea what she had planned to do if she had managed to sneak past him, but he assumed she hadn't thought it all the way through.

"You can't" he told her simply. She didn't seem to quite understand her situation, and he was in no mood to explain it to her. Wherever Darkonda had gotten her from, he must have done so recently.

The girl kept crying quietly. Ecliptor figured that as long as she wasn't screaming, he didn't much care what she did. He turned to leave when she spoke again. "I'm hungry," she said as quietly as before.

Ecliptor stopped, turning back to look at her. He should have realized that. She had been in Darkonda's possession after all. He doubted he would be able to keep even a Brathian snake alive. "Very well," he said leaving the converted storage room. He had barely thought to stop and buy some food at a trading post for the girl.

He came back a few minutes later with a small loaf of bread and some red fruit. "Here," he said handing it to the girl, who took it happily.

"Thank you," she told him as he turned away, startling him.

"Yes," he said letting the door slide closed behind him. He felt bad for her, he realized. He didn't like that. He wasn't programed for sympathy. Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, he went back to the console to finish his work.