A.N. Hello again! Just to clarify again, this has nothing to do with the Super Mega Force rangers, but the upcoming suits will be the suits from that season. This is just a miniseries, with one chapter per ranger (including silver), and a short epilogue to tie them all together. They will probably not get any further screen time aside from their mention in PRV (the story jointly written between me and my friend, ChesireGrinn on the account PowerRangersVendian). They are currently set to appear in the upcoming chapter It Came From Outer Space!, and will later appear in other crossovers, including, but not limited to, the our version of the Legendary War and mentions in the Lost Galaxy crossover.

Any further questions can be asked as comments or PMs, I'm pretty good about getting back to people.

P.S. The chapter titles will give you the ranger in question's color. Beware that the chapter order is subject to change.

Glint of Green

The sun burned over the desolate planet of Kavira, scorching everything it touched. Despite the unbearable heat two hundred beings from across the galaxy stood among the sands and stone.

Heavy iron chains bound them by their ankles to a gang line, tethering them together as they pounded away at the ground. Using picks and shovels they worked at the sandblasted rocks in search of a rare crystal hidden within.

Men, women, and even children as young as ten toiled away, their work overseen by an insect like beast and a hoard of mindless minions.

"Fuck this," Said cursed, kicking a loose stone across the sands. "I'm tired of being here with these monsters." He was sixteen, just young enough to be so rash.

"Shut up, or you'll end up underground," the gnarled old man to his left warned.

"Oh, what's it to you?" He snarled back. "Are you so content to spend the rest of your days shriveling in the sun?" He'd had his fair share of slave labor. Hell, he known nothing else.

"Boy, I've seen everything there is to see on this miserable husk of a planet. What you see is what you get." The man sighed, shifting his pick in his hand, "Some days it hurts so much I can't even bend my fingers, but I know the moment I slow down, that'll be it."

"Do something about it then. Stand up. Fight."

The old man shook his head, "I'm old, son, too old to win this battle. Better to go on and give the young ones a chance. Who knows, some dashing heroes might swoop in to save us at any moment."

"Ha! Those stories of rainbow clad warriors? Those are fairy tales, you old fool. I won't sit here and hope for something that's never coming." Said huffed again. He was tired of this life, of any life that held him captive.

His bright brown eyes flicked over the trail of people until he found their overseer some fifty yards away. The ugly beetle creature had his back to them, and none of the mindless swabbies were near by either, leaving the moment full of opportunity.

He swung the pick with every ounce of strength he could muster. The tip, dulled from heavy use, slammed into the thick chain connecting him to the others in line.

The chain was thick, but brittle, and in three quick swings he was free. He bolted, pick held fast, and without a second look. He had no plan, no idea what to do or where to go. His body was on autopilot, dashing over the sandy soil as fast as his feet would carry him.

Anyone that tried to stop him fell, bloody and screaming as the pick struck. Human, monster, and minion alike. But, despite the unending heat of this desert, his blood ran cold as the overseer approached.

The beast was three times as thick as he was, two heads taller, and had a menacing set of pincers for a mouth. He clicked as he talked, breaking his words into an almost intelligible mass of syllables, but the threat was clear.

Said laughed. He had no family, no friends. He was one of countless lost children, stolen, bred, or sold into this life. His meager existence was all he had to offer.

Without thought he surged forward, but his attack was caught midair. The beast flung him back, head over heels, so that he landed in a sore and dusty heap. By some miracle he managed to hold onto his only weapon, which he then used to push himself to his feet.

The monster before him laughed, clicking his pincers in a eerie crackle. "Poor little human, too weak to even swat a fly."

"Brave words for a bug," he sneered back, his words coming out braver than he felt.

Clicking angrily, the monster charged him again.

Pick raised, Said slammed the weapon into the incoming monster. Sticky green goo oozed from the wound on his left arm, but the injury didn't seem to slow him down.

"Pathetic creature!" the monster clicked. "Stand down and I just might let you live!"

"Fat chance," he sneered back. "I refuse to be your slave. To be anyone's slave."

Said didn't wait for the bug to strike this time. No, this time he surged forward using the pick like a battering ram. As top heavy as he was ugly, the beast fell backward with a heavy thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The monster tried to roll to his side, but it was a struggle Said didn't give him the chance to overcome. Before he could over think it, he swung the pick high above his head.

The hunk of metal embedded itself into the monster's chest cavity, spewing green goo in a massive arch.

Covered in filth, Said bolted towards the horizon, leaving his weapon behind. He didn't pause after that. Not for anything, not even when his legs almost gave out from exhaustion. He had no idea where he was going, or when he might get there.

When he finally could go no further he collapsed, face down in the sand. His breath came in ragged torrents and his muscles screamed.

The shots and screams were the worst, they filled his head and echoed off his skull. Many people, just like him, dead because of his selfishness.

He could have had some remorse for the ghosts that had followed him, pledged to thrive for them all, but no. He felt nothing, numb to the horrors he had just faced. He couldn't even be happy for himself. Not yet.