A/N: Hello... Okay, i don't know why i thought to do what i'm going to do with the Lightspeed Rangers in this FanFic, but i hope you like it.

I own nothing.


There it was again. An alarm was ringing in the distance. It almost sounded like it was pleading with her to up, so it could finally rest. Dana Mitchell poked her head out from the warm covers she was in. She saw her alarm clock glowing in the darkness of her two person living quarters.

Reluctantly, she stuck her feet out of the warmth and placed them on the floor. The coolness aided in helping her body realize it was time to wake up. She dashed across her quarters and turned the alarm off.

Doing this, however, activated the 'wake up protocol'. It helped her not to go back to bed after turning the alarm off. The lights lit up and Dana had to cover her eyes.

"Good morning Miss Mitchell." The A.I. program said in its female voice.

"Good morning." She sighed and returned to her bed, throwing herself back on her sheets. "What time is it?"

"It is five o'clock." It responded. "The sun will rise at…"

As the A.I. continued its weather analysis, Dana's hand; which was hanging from the side of her bed; touched a box under it. She slowly took the box and sat up with it in her lap. She took a deep breath and opened it.

The first thing she saw was a drawing she had done when she was two. It was of her and her father riding in a rescue car. It seemed that her two year old self knew both of them were going into the rescue field. After that, came more pictures of fruit… or people. She still hadn't figured it out. At the bottom of the box was something she wasn't expecting to see.

It was the last photo her entire family had taken, before two members had been taken. Her mother, a beautiful woman from whom she'd inherited her blond hair, was holding a young Dana in her lap. Dana had her hand on a young boy's shoulder; her brother Ryan. He was leaning on their father, William Mitchell, who had his arms around his wife's shoulders.

Dana's hands started shaking and her vision suddenly became blurred. Her emotions were taking over again. She'd lost her mother when she was three and a half. Her brother had left her when she was six. She threw everything back into the box and shoved it under her bed. She fell to her knees and tried to regain control.

She hadn't cried since she saw Titanic. She was seventeen years old! Why would she cry over something she had made peace with many years ago? She took deep breaths, forcing the tears to make a U-turn. In a few minutes she was okay again.

"Computer, what's the time?" she asked.

"It is five past five Miss Mitchell."

Only five minutes had passed! Dana got her towel and headed for the shower. She was supposed to test a new ranger suit at six, followed by her regular training for four hours. At ten thirty, she had Paramedic practical training at Mariner Bay Hospital. It was one of the few times she got to leave the Aquabase, which had been her home since she was seven.

While other kids got to go to regular school, Dana had been schooled in the Aquabase. This included normal school subjects and various military training.

When she was done in the shower, she changed into her standard issue Lightspeed uniform. It consisted of a light blue shirt with the initials D. Mitchell sown in on the left chest, a black pencil skirt and black shoes.

She stepped out of her room and headed to the galley. The galley was occupied by a few of the Lightspeed Operators whose shifts began now. The chef gave Dana her regular breakfast, an omelette. She thanked him and sat at one of the tables.

Angela Fairweather stepped into the galley. She thanked the chef as he handed her a hot mug of coffee. She sat across the table from Dana.

"Good morning Miss Fairweather." Dana said.

"Good morning." She took a sip of her coffee and sighed.

Dana smiled. "Long night?"

Miss Fairweather chuckled and nodded, "I'm trying to perfect the ranger suits. It's not easy." She took in a breath and sat back in her chair, "It's moments like this when I wish my brother were here. But he's so busy with…"

Angela Fairweather sat back up and cautiously looked at Dana. She wanted to slap herself for mentioning her brother. Dana stared down at her omelette, smiling. She looked back at Angela.

"It's okay Miss Fairweather. And don't worry about it. You can speak of your brother as much as you want to. Don't worry about me."

Dana thought she sounded convincing enough. It was true though. Ryan was dead. Angela's brother was still there. She wasn't going to be jealous of that.

Angela smiled at her. "Are you ready to be a guinea pig?" she asked when Dana finished her omelette.

Dana laughed and the two of them made their way to the lab that Angela spent most of her time in. The other scientists greeted her and she greeted them all by name. Dana went to the changing room and got into figure hugging pink and grey spandex. She got into position in the middle of the room. The scientists had cleared the testing floor, now standing in the data room.

One of the younger scientists strapped a morpher on her left arm. She looked down at the morpher.

"Dana activated the morpher and we'll take it from there."

She yelled out the morphing call and a thousand watts of electricity ran over her skin. As quickly as the electricity had come it was gone. Dana was staring through a visor, heart racing. No matter how many times she morphed, she still couldn't shake the adrenalin rush she got when the pink suit materialised over her skin.

"Alright." She heard Angela's voice in her ear. "We are going to start with durability."

The floor shifted under her feet. A treadmill stood under her feet. The machine started and she began jogging. Half an hour later, Dana was still going strong. The treadmill slowly came to a stop. Dana put her hands on her knees, breathing hard.

"Dana, we're going to test how much damage the suit can handle." Angela's voice came through.

"Alright." Dana raised her thumb at the scientists in the data room. She realized this would be what the chosen Rangers would have to go through. That didn't mean she had to enjoy getting hit by blasters. "I'm ready."

The blasters came out of the walls and began doing what they were programmed to. Dana took the hits skilfully. The only reason she hadn't toppled over in pain was thanks to her training. She had a higher pain tolerance than other girls her age.

A big blaster came out of a wall. Dana braced herself for the impact. It hit her right in the chest and she fell back, quickly finding her balance again. Before she had a chance to say she was okay, someone yanked her helmet off.

Angela helped Dana sit up. "How are you doing?" she asked concern in her voice.

"I'm fine Miss F." she stood up with Angela's help. "The suit took most of the damage. I only feel winded."

"Alright, enough testing for today," Dana demorphed and gave her the morpher, "You need to get ready for your training now. And stop by the medical centre on your way."

Dana sighed but smiled, "Yes Miss F."

She got out of the spandex and headed to the medical centre. The Lightspeed nurses made a fuss about her. That was the problem she faced at the Base. Because she was the Captain's daughter, everyone acted as a parent to her.

She left the infirmary, changed into her training clothes and went to the training yard. Today, Lightspeed was going to train the new Marine recruits. The candidates were talking amongst themselves. They were all between the ages of nineteen and twenty five.

Dana stood by the doorway, observing the candidates. Some of the guys were playing immature pranks on each other. The five other girls in the program rolled their eyes at the boys who had just farted in unison. She felt bad for them already. Commander Fredrick was a man who took training seriously. If the boys didn't have the same attitude, they wouldn't survive his training.

Dana was quickly brought out of her thoughts by a hand on her shoulder. Her reflexes kicked in… unfortunately. She elbowed the perpetrator and swung him over her shoulder. She got down on one knee and readied to punch him in the face. She backed away when she realized he was just one of the recruits.

"Miss Mitchell." Commander Fredrick, an elderly, well-built man of fifty-five with grey hair and a scar on his chin, came into the room, "Release the recruit."

She stood up and helped the recruit up. She stood at attention. The rest of the room followed suit.

"Pardon me sir. It was a reflex." She explained.

"I realize." He stood in front of her. "Miss Mitchell, today you will be aiding me in teaching these rookies."

She saluted, "Yes sir!"

She moved to stand beside him.

"Alright you little sea slugs!" the Commander belted out using the nick name he had for rookie Marines. "You are about to endure the toughest four hours of your lives! Many of you will decide to quit after this! I won't hold it against you. It just means you are unprepared to do what is required to become a Marine! I'm here to weed out the chaff from the barley! That's what I get paid to do! Let's begin!"

Four Hours Later

Some of the Marines were in the infirmary. The Lightspeed nurses were tending to the wounds they had sustained in the field exercise. Dana helped the nurses tend to some of the recruits. Besides a small scratch she received from a branch, she was okay.

Dana walked over to the young man she had flipped over her shoulder. He had splinters in his shoulder from the 'Log Dodge' exercise. She'd cleaned the wound and given him the necessary antibiotics. He opened his eyes to look at her. She smiled at him.

"How are you doing?"

"Good." He smiled at her. "So… do you do this often?"

"Every month."

"Were you this bad when you began?"

"I was much worse." He seemed confused. Dana sighed and lifted her shirt, revealing a scar running diagonally over her stomach. The rookie winced. "First time I attempted that course, the log cut me open. It wasn't pretty."

"I can imagine." The rookie said. "But you didn't give up."

"No. The skills you learn from this training will be with you forever. It's worth sticking around for."

"Dana!" one of the nurses called to her, "You're running late honey."

She looked at the time. She gasped and ran out, thanking the nurse. She was going to be late for Paramedic training… on a day when they got to do training with the Mariner Bay Fire Department.


Okay, chapter one done. You know what to do.

I needed to get this chapter out of my head so there you go. i'll post another chapter when i get done with it.