Zelda (the elder of Kat Manx's twin daughters) talks about what it was like growing up in the base, and what Kat was like as a mother... And Tells of some of the mischief she and her sister got up to as kids.
!YOU DONT NEED TO READ THE LEGACY OF KAT 1 OR 2 TO UNDERSTAND 3!
Chapters will be short and in the style of a series of oneshots, updates won't be as frequent... I want time to perfect the chapters rather than feel I HAVE to update if that makes sense? Rewriting some of it, to try and get some better character development.
I don't own any of PRSPD, but Zelda and Soara are mine!
"You can't catch me!" I shrieked over my shoulder. "You're too slow!"
My pursuer said nothing, just stretched her legs further. I turned round and ran backwards, watching and laughing at her panting and struggling to keep up. Her dark green eyes were glittering, filled with a playful, mock hate. I laughed harder.
My laughter came to an abrupt end all of a sudden, when I tripped over my own feet and fell head-first into the command centre.
"Zelda!" I heard my mother, Dr Kat Manx, shouting, half angry half concerned, as she rushed over to me. She bent down and shook me slightly; she could tell I wasn't hurt. "What have I said to you before about running in the corridors?"
"Not to do it." I muttered, refusing to meet her eyes and trying not to show any emotion. Out the corner of my eyes I noticed Soara creeping in, pushing her wavy, glossy, dark brown hair behind her ears. She had caught her breath now, but my twin sister looked guilty and as embarrassed as hell.
"Exactly," Kat sighed. "Now pick yourself up and apologise to the commander for disturbing our meeting."
Great. A meeting. With the rest of B-Squad. Fabulous. How humiliating.
Shit, I thought, I'm screwed. Slowly I stood up, trying to keep my dignity held together. I pushed my straight, dark blonde hair back behind my shoulders again before daring to look up.
First I looked round the command centre at the rangers. Sky, who looked positively pissed off. Bridge who was struggling to keep a straight face. Z who gave me a sympathetic smile. And lastly Syd who winked as if to say "it doesn't matter honey".
Then I looked up at the commander, who stood up straighter and gave me an authoritative look.
That great blue dog never did scare me, even when he shouted. I don't know why, but his deep booming voice and his vicious snarl had no affect on me. My sister was the total opposite.
"Sorry," I said clearly and directly, looking into his face.
"Sorry what?" Cruger growled. I heard my sister whimper quietly, and guessed that in my position she would have been cowering.
"Sorry, sir," I corrected myself quickly. Children though we may have been, it was important for us to understand and respect regulations..
"That's okay, Zelda." He sighed. "What brings you to this area of the base anyway?"
I was so tempted to say boredom. It was the truth; there was never anything to do in the base for a pair of seven year old girls. We didn't ever go to school. By the time we were that age, it had already been decided we're doing all our training at SPD.
"I don't know sir... I was just... Well Soara was chasing me and then I ran into the doors and they opened and I fell over." I explained quickly. Bridge was really struggling now.
"Hmm, well go and find yourselves something useful to do." Cruger ordered.
"Yes sir." I saluted to him. I may have been less than half his height but I was adamant that said fact made me no less respectable.
"Good." My mothers pride twinkled in her green eyes. "Rachel and Mitchell will be back from school soon. You could see to them when they get back, explain that their father will be busy for about another hour?"
I instantly understood, that wasn't a suggestion, it was an order. I nodded and Soara and I headed off to the front entrance to meet them.
Rachel and Mitchell are the Commanders twins. They are the same age as us, in fact they were born on the same day (I have heard the story a million times) but their mother, who was called Isinia or something, died only days after their birth.
They DID go to school because it was very much doubted that Rachel would stay on at SPD. She showed no interest in anything we did and did not want to be a power ranger. To be honest, she was always the more the housewife type - nurturing, soft and kindly with no military streak in her; just like her mother, or so Kat always said.
Mitchell on the other hand has always had every interest in SPD. From a young age he wanted to be a brave commander and warrior like his father. By the time we were seven, Cruger had already decided to send his son to KO-37 for commander training as soon as he turned eighteen, and therefore he had to go to school because KO-37 only accept the best of the best.
We arrived at the fountain just in time to see them coming towards us. SPD has developed so much over the years, but the fountain at the front entrance still remains. The amount of times I'd heard the story of Sky scrubbing the whole thing with a toothbrush…
"Hey guys!" I called. Back then, we were equals. Even though there was a hint of respect and submission embedded in me and Soara (because these were the children of our mothers superior), we were, first and foremost, growing children. Friends.
"Hey Zelda! Hey Soara!" Rachel ran over. At the time she was about our height, but not as skimpily built. Her scaley skin was white with flecks of blue, and she had hair like Crugers, only blue.
"Hi Rachel!" Soara smiled.
Mitchell walked over more slowly; he was the spitting image of Cruger, he even had the same dignified air about him. I suppose that's why he never ran around or rushed: because Cruger didn't either. I didn't really like Mitchell, but I did my best to get along with him because I knew that one day I'd most likely be working for him. He'd be the commander, like Cruger, and myself and Soara would be co-chiefs of technology, like Kat, under his command. It was what we'd grown up hearing and knowing, and the prospect excited us!
I turned to Mitchell, "The commander will be busy for another hour or more. He is in a meeting with his B-Squad and with Miss Manx."
Mitchell nodded once. I looked at him. I was taller than him at the time, by a good couple of inches, but I knew this would change, and soon I would be looking up into his face, as he looked down on me.
From a young age we learned to treat Mitchell as our superior. When talking to him, my sister and I would have to talk in the way Kat would talk to Cruger, i.e. With a great deal of respect. According to Kat, this was good practice for the future; personally I thought it only gave Mitchell a bigger head than he already had.
He'd never really deserved that respect, I thought, and to my mind, it was only recently that he'd actually begun to do so. I guess he had begun to mature. But up until about a year ago, he was one of the worst behaved people I had ever met...
