A/N To anyone who has read either of my other stories, I apologize, my computer crashed rather spectacularly and I had to buy a new one. I have more story idea for them in a notebook that I left in my locker at work, but I've had this floating in my mind all day. It's the start of an interesting story... Tell me what you think; please.

Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers, they belong to Disney, Saban, and a couple of other people.


TJ grunted as he sent a Quantron sailing over his shoulder. It crashed into something, a trash can by the sound, but he was already facing his next target, and hoping that the others got there quickly. He kicked, and then heard the familiar sound of a Galaxy Glider, "It's time to get up, TJ."

TJ jumped, and opened his eyes. He was on the Megaship, and it had only been a dream. "It is time to get up, TJ." DECA announced.

"Yeah, yeah," TJ muttered, throwing back his sheets. "DECA, did anyone ever tell you that you are the most annoying thing I've ever met?"

"You have," DECA replied.

"Good, go away," TJ said, slipping out of the bunk. The red light on DECA's camera shut off and TJ smiled. He had that much out of her-it. He stretched, and felt his ribs protest slightly. Two weeks after the final battle and he was still feeling the bruises. No, he amended quickly; those bruises came from a hurricane kick he hadn't dodged. The only reminder that the war had finished was that they were headed for Earth, and they didn't have to worry about Quantrons. He dressed in a clean Megaship uniform, and made his bed, a silent apology to DECA for snapping. He had a private war going with the computer, but they tended to do nice things on occasion, to show that they both knew that the pranks and other actions weren't serious. He checked his room, nodded and headed up to the glider bay for breakfast.

As he stepped into the room, he found himself alone with Carlos, and he swallowed softly. Carlos turned and smiled, "Hey Teej," he said.

TJ smiled, "Hey, Carlos. What's up?"

"Just thinking, you know? It's over, it's really over," Carlos said.

"That's what you think, Rangers."

The pair jerked, their eyes scanning the room wearily. "Who are you? Show yourself?" TJ demanded.

"It is written in the stars, Rangers of the Astro Megaship. We will meet, and our meeting will shatter the fragile peace you think you have won." A neurotic laugh filled the room for a bare moment, and then all was silent.

"DECA?" Carlos asked, unsteadily.

"Yes, Carlos?" DECA asked, her tone as calm as ever.

"Did you just record an incident? A voice?" TJ asked, moving towards the table.

"No, TJ, I have no record of anything."

TJ caught Carlos's eye, "I'm eating breakfast," TJ announced, "Then we can have as many crisis as we need." He stalked over to the Synthatron, fully prepared to put away the strange voice. For now.