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A/N: A while ago, I wrote Men in Black, about Black Rangers, and someone asked if I would consider doing Red Rangers as well. So I started working on it. This is the beginning. Think of Red Rangers as a giant fraternity, they initiate their members through idiotic stunts and lots of alcohol. This is somewhat AU, and so should MiB be considered.

Jason smiled to himself as he jogged through the park, although he'd always been athletic, the power that hummed through him now made even the most common activities something more. He hit the most deserted stretch of the path, the part that was shielded from view by trees and bushes. It was a favorite place for teenagers in the evenings, but this Saturday morning, it was only populated by Jason. A large crash made Jason freeze, it didn't sound like an animal. He lifted his wrist to contact Zordon; after all, he wasn't that stupid.

A black shroud covered Jason's face, and then he felt the familiar surge of teleportation. The shroud came off as the beam faded, and Jason gasped. He was floating in space, as he reached out; he realized that he was in a clear bubble with breathable air. His communicator chimed so he pressed the buttons, "Zordon?" He asked.

"No," an unfamiliar voice replied, oddly choked with emotion. "You are Jason Lee Scott, the Red Earth Ranger?"

"Uh, yes," Jason said, looking at his wrist, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'm Tallen, a fellow red ranger," the voice replied. "Think of this as your initiation into one of the greatest brotherhoods in the universe."

The bubble began to move and Jason gasped. The bubble moved even faster, zipping by the moon in moments, and then heading for the sun. Jason was pressed back against the end of the bubble and he tried to cling to it as the bubble began to weave. In moments, Jason was tumbling around like he was in a washing machine. He gritted his teeth, however, because who ever had him, Ranger or not, wanted to see what he was made of.

It seemed like forever, it was minutes only, but suddenly, Jason found himself whisked out of the bubble by teleportation and released into a room that spun. He tried to brace his feet, but couldn't. It wasn't until he tripped over them and sat down that he realized that there were four beings in red watching him. Two of them looked human, and both of them were laughing. The other two, well, one resembled a giant, blue dog, and the other looked like a human with a mask over his face. "Are you well?" The masked man asked, he sounded like he was underwater.

Jason blinked, "Uh," he began; then leaned over and gave them a detailed view of his light breakfast. Moments later, his stomach stabilized, as did the room about him.

"Don't worry," the dog said, "You aren't the first one to have that reaction."

One of the men offered his hand, "I'm Tallen, of Kerevas," he said, "Red Kerev Ranger."

"Jason," Jason managed, taking his hand. Tallen pulled him up and away from the mess. "Sorry about that."

"It's ok," Tallen said, "Like Wolvene said, it's not the first time that's happened. The servos will clean it up as soon as we're clear."

Jason nodded, he didn't know what a 'servo' was, but he figured that it was ok. He didn't want to clean it up himself for sure. "So, you are Jason," the other human said.

"Yes," Jason said.

"I am Trebon," he offered, "Red Eltarean Ranger."

"You are from Eltare like Zordon?" Jason asked.

"Yes," Trebon smiled, "you did not think we lived in tubes did you?"

"I didn't know what to think," Jason replied, shrugging, "It started so fast, I just went with what was going on."

"At times, that is all we can do," the dog said, "I am Wolvene, Red Sirian Ranger, from Sirius."

"And I," the masked man said, "am Aurico, the Red Aquitian Ranger. My team is the nearest to your own. Should you need us, simple call."

"Thank you," Jason said, "hopefully that call will be a long time coming."

"Indeed." Aurico said.

"Now that that is done with," Trebon said, slinging an arm around Jason, "let's go get a drink."

Jason blinked as he was half pushed, half pulled out of the hanger, "Where are we going?" He asked.

"To a bar," Tallen said, flashing him a grin. "You're one of us now."

"Um, I'm only fifteen," Jason pointed out, "the law says I can't drink for another six years."

"That's on Earth," Wolvene said, "which is an isolated, single species planet who doesn't know who its Rangers are. Out here, you are a Power Ranger, regardless of age. They won't refuse you."

Jason wanted to protest, but at the same time, he wanted to look worthy in their eyes, so he kept his mouth shut. "First off, you need a shower and fresh clothing. Then we're off to Desere," Trebon said.

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The next morning, as Jason sat, sweat-soaked, in the sick bay, while the other Reds dropped in to check on him, he realized that he had learned an important lesson…Kimichan Water and tacos were not a good combination, nor was it wise to encourage an Aquitian and a Sirian to sing Sweet Home Alabama.

A/N: First off, yes Wolvene is a Sirian like Cruger from SPD…I figure that before Zordon died, SPD wasn't very big or recognized. It didn't become organized at the galactic level until after Zordon died and Grumm really started to worry people. It's called a creative license.

Two: The lovely and incredibly talented StarHawk gave me the idea that Rangers are immune to regular drinking age laws. Read her work, it's incredible!

Three: Who do you think would win in a fight: Tommy as Zeo Ranger Five or Andros from the START of Power Rangers in Space?