Disclaimer: I do not own the power rangers.... I do the character, Kit Masters. Even though I thought her up in the recess of my *coughinsanecough* mind with the help of my oh-so-wonderful little muse, Aithne. *smiles innocently* Please don't sue me because I'm a poor college student.
Author's note: This takes place in Power Rangers in Space. It is in an Alternate Universe, so some things will be different, i.e. No Countdown to Destruction. Zordon is still in the hands of evil. Figure everything in PRiS happened... except for CoD and finding Karone, they are still fighting and are all roughly 24/25 at time CoD would have happened they would have been 17/18.
And this is told from Kit's point of view. ^_~ and the stuff in ** is Kit's thoughts.
Oh another little note is that I started writing this about um... I forgot.... It's been awhile, I think I was still in High school. (I'm 2nd year college). So... lol, it might seem a bit odd.
Please Read and Review and let me know what you think that I should change the point of view... I don't know if it quite fits.
Kit's Story, Part 1
By: Willow_379
Ah, what do you know, for once I actually have some time to myself. Now do I want to take a bath, or do I want to write in my diary...
Sighing, I decided that I would forgo the bath, just take a quick shower then write in my diary.
~Ten Minutes later~
Curling in my window seat in the hell hole of a room, I took out my diary and started writing.
Dear Diary,
I remember a time when I didn't have to do Astronema's dirty work. She has me commanding the Quantrons (yes some are robots, but some are human and humanoids).
Yet, I don't do it willingly. You see, she has my brother, though I think... no I know he's already dead.
The time before I was with Astronema, it was wonderful. I was with my family. On my planet, we were on of the most accomplished families in the martial arts.
I was following in my parent's footsteps and training to eventually become a Power Ranger. I was taught numerous styles of martial arts, and I studied tactics, mechanics and electronics. I never thought that I'd have to use what I learned to help the side of evil.
Well, I've had it with all the bullshit Astronema puts me though. I remember the day that my peaceful, innocent life was destroyed; the day I turned sixteen. Some rangers from a neighboring planet were asking for help. My family did not want to help them...
And I, in my youthful idealism talked my family into helping, since they were raising me to help anyone who needed it. That was a big mistake, if I had just listened to my elders, none of this would have happened.
You see, we went to help and while fighting a troop of Quantrons, the Dark Fortress appeared from out of nowhere (they had it cloaked)... soon we were overrun by Quantrons and monsters.
Of the Rangers, only the youngest ranger, who was 16, lived. I will never forget the uniform he wore, or his color... whish was red. Of my beloved family... My brother and I survived, but I am the only one now.
"Kit!!!" a female yelled.
"Damn it," I mumbled. I closed the diary and hid it. No way in hell would I ever let anyone see or know what I really think or feel.
"Kit!!!!" the voice yelled again.
"What!?!?" I yelled back, thinking, *I'd rather be left alone, Miss Witch.*
"I need you to go down and take care of that infuriating spy and his pesky color-coded friends. Now GO or else...," the voice called back demandingly.
"Okay!" I yelled, and then mumbled, "Why do I have to go? It's just a stupid spy and his friends, all of whom probably don't know shit about fighting," while I got ready. Actually I got into the stupid suit that she had me get into whenever I fought something.
When I showed up on the planet's surface, I was shocked; it was the ranger that had survived the fight about five years ago.
*No it can't be HIM! Can it?* Outwardly, I just froze, literally froze in my tracks and that is something that's not too common for me.