Disclaimer- I do not own Power Rangers SPD.

This Story is best read in 3/4th page mode, it's easier on the eyes and flows better.

Oh! Also any likeness of characters made by myself that is relatable to a real person (as in somebody I know in reality) is probably intentional on some strange subconscious or not so subconscious degree. (Sorry guys… )

That being said I leave you with this…

The Power Rangers Universe is a vast continuum,

One of innumerable possibilities and countless hopes.

I hope you enjoy my little spin on this world.

Aryah

-S.P.D.-

"Space… is cold." He whispered looking out the shuttle window; shaking his head he pulled his coat a little tighter. "No, it's damn cold." He said with a wiry smile.

All in all it had been a twenty-six month long trip of switching countless shuttles over a dozen space stations four planetary lodges across five galaxies. Simply put it was a one way trip unless he was deemed unfit, in which case it would be better he died rather than have thousands of tax payers wasted dragging him back to Earth. Looking at his watch then back out the window, only a few more hours to go and he'd be at his new station.

He thought back at the last stop he'd made, a little garbage dump of a station called SeptAo number Six, mostly a mass of unregister beings running all over the place, human types and not. In the four hours there he had been there he was offered at least two dozen illegal substances, the use or possession an offence that could get one arrested in almost every planetary codex he could think of. Creature comforts on sale every other yard, everyone selling their 'goods' and other things he just had to pretend just weren't there.

Breathing a deep sigh the man smiled realizing that he could forget all of that mess; soon he'd be at a real military outpost, granted though it was in one of the most battle worn zones in space. It was rumored that untamed aliens and mutant boogies attacked regularly, and every officer and most soldiers at the outpost had a Genetically Bound Ablility. He looked down at his own hands and wondered if was true. At the academy only a few had powers as obvious has his, he shook off the past and set his mind to more important things, like sleep.

Yawning he tilted his seat as far back he could and closed his eyes, he let himself drift off, the last two years he had learned to sleep when he could because docking was normally a mad dash of one sort or another.

"Sir…" A quiet voice whispered tapping his shoulder.

He blinked a few times, momentarily disoriented.

"Sir, we will be docking in fifteen, we need you up and ready for docking." She was a tough little thing, when he had come aboard; the girl had been kind enough to give a blanket for the frigid shuttle she and her brothers called home. The Ling'qs were classB humanoids, everything about them was as close to an earth based human as you could get except of the neon red eyes and hair, that and the near freezing levels they seemed to enjoy living in. "Sir, I have made contacted with the outpost and they have sent regrets that the acting station commander will not be able to meet you at the gate."

He nodded understanding, sitting up the man stowed his carry on items and readjusted his harness. Looking around the small ship the Ling'q siblings called home he knew they knew what they were doing, but he wasn't sure about the ship. Part of him was sure that it was held together with duct tape, some bond-o and a prayer.

He couldn't help but be amazed at the smooth docking; these kids really knew what they were doing. Unfortunately from this angle he couldn't get a look at his new station, it was supposed to be the best in the frontier, the United Nations Galaxy Forces' pride and joy.

"Sir! Welcome to Sentinel Solaris!" The little Ling'q sister said with an entirely too perky grin.

"Eh thanks Kid." He said with a smile grabbing his two carry ons, knowing his other bags would be waiting for him on the ship. Stepping onto the platform giving a wave to the Ling'qs as the airlock closed behind him, they had mentioned they had other cargo to deliver and they could do if faster without having to worry about his need for warmth.

"So this is Solaris…" He said with a small smile.

Looking around he knew the acting head officer wouldn't be able to greet him but he had expected some sort of welcome party. Instead he found his other two bags waiting for him just inside the main airlock; he gave them a quick look over making sure everything was still there.

The number one difference from this and every other space port was how bright and clean every thing was, the floors were a mix of steel greats over wiring and control panels to flush polished stone tiles. The walls were mostly large windows or viewing screens of some nature, not a thing out of place, no graffiti or litter, just perfect.

Adjusting his charcoal grey uniform he started down the docking bay, like most ports he had visited most all of the airlocks had armed guards standing near by. They all ignored him or it more seemed liked they had more important things to worry about than a random uniform coming aboard. He couldn't find a single directory or information desk anywhere. Mostly ignored he continued on, now and then he would see somebody talking into their wrist it took him a moment to realize they were communicator, thin silver bands on every wrist. Finally he spotted an enlisted soldier who didn't seem to be engaged in anything, calmly he asked for directions for the acting head officer.

"Yeah sure, ... wait a minute, who the hell are you?" He asked coolly, eyes like ice… then a look of realization came across his face, "Oh shit! Sorry Sir, you're the one everybody's been expecting!"

The young soldier grabbed his hand shaking it with gusto as the man stared at him with wide eyes.

"So sorry Sir, I'm Sergeant Bronwen, James Bronwen." He had a thick southern accent and electric blue hair, every thing from the tips on the top of his head to from the eyebrow and sad attempt of stubble on his chin. He pulled back the sleeve on his uniform revealing the thin dark silver wrist communicators that everyone seemed to have, talking quickly to the unnamed person on the other side.

"Yes Sir, HE is here."

.a.r.y.a.h.

So I hoped you liked it, please leave a little reveiw either way. Cheers! I'm sure you can guess who the new guys is.