A/N This story has been in my head for a while, so I'm pitching it on this website. This is the weirdest past ever given to a ranger of earth, so you have been warned. I won't be able to update for a while, I need to finish two others, that way I only have two to update! When it's like this it is a flashback!

The megaship was quiet for once. TJ wasn't joking about with Carlos, Cassie didn't have her boom box on, and Andros wasn't prowling the corridors.

Only Ashley was awake, gazing out into the dark emptiness of space as she thought of her life before she became a power ranger. She never moved, and her facial expression never changed. Her eyes were dark and pensive, and if her teammates had seen her, one of them would have noticed the slight resemblance to Andros when he was brooding.

Ashley wasn't brooding. She was remembering.

Her father had been a rich man. Not as rich as her mother's family, but rich all the same. Millionaires, not billionaires like her Grandma, who was constantly trying to get Ashley married off before someone became attracted to her money.

She was thinking about who had witnessed his murder, herself, her elder brother Jeff, and their cousin, Emma. Things had changed for them after that. They had never been close, but now their naiveté had been ripped from them in such a way, they were inseparable. They hadn't quite gotten around to telling anyone they has seen him die, but they wished they had. Especially when her mother had started dating his killer.

"Kids!" Her mother shouted up the stairs. "I've got someone for you to meet!"

The three children came running down the stairs, as Emma's parents were on a six-month business trip.

Ashley wore knee high yellow socks, a purple skirt and a yellow jumper. Her hair was light brown, and barely covered her ears.

Jeff was wearing black jeans, and a red T-shirt, and his feet were bare. His hair was a darker brown than Ashley's, and his eyes were hazel. He looked quite solemn at all times, unless he smiled or laughed, in which case the entire room would light up.

Emma took after her mother, and had dark skin and eyes. Her shoulder length hair was black, and in a half ponytail. She had dimples when she smiled, which was often. She was more reserved than her cousins, but when she had an idea, it was a great one, and the adults in the house had better beware. She was wearing fluffy, light green slippers, dark green shorts, and a black T-shirt, with grass green lining.

They raced down the stairs, only to stop in horror as they spotted the person at the bottom.

He had piercing blue eyes, and black hair. His nose was slightly crooked, and he smiled at them. He wore a navy suit, rather than the black one they had last seen him in.

It was the man who had killed Elvin Hammond.

"Kids, this is my boyfriend." Mrs Hammond smiled. " Garry Davies."

The three children stared at him for several long moments.

Ashley managed to snap out of her horror-induced haze. "Mother, does this mean you don't love Papa anymore?" She asked, deliberately choosing the word mother as a way to distance herself from her mom. "Or that you're trying to forget he ever existed?" Ashley said, angrily. "It's only been three months and you're already trying to replace him!"

Her mother's eyes flashed angrily, and she slapped her daughter.

Ashley went sprawling. She looked up from the floor and glared at her mother, who was staring at her hand like she had never seen it before.

Jeff and Emma raced to her side and helped her up, all the while keeping a wary eye on the adults.

Emma stared at her aunt coldly. "I guess that answers the question." She spat.

Jeff completed her unfinished sentence. "You don't care. About us, or Papa."

Then, all three raced away, choosing to hide in the attic.

"What will we do Jeff?" Ashley asked her brother. "I don't think we can stop them. Nobody believes kids like us."

Jeff hung his head, sneezing as he breathed in some dust. "We have to try. Emma, any ideas?"

Emma's dark eyes shone in the dark. "That man murdered the brother of my father, but he will not get your fortune. It's the only thing he can be after, because why else would he be dating your mother?"

Ashley spoke quietly. "Is it all right if we don't call her that?" She pleaded. "Can we just call her Mara instead?"

"Sure." Jeff said, reaching out to stoke his sister's hair.

Emma laid out her plan. "How far do you think he will go to get what he wants? In my opinion, he would have to marry Mara to get anything of the fortune. But if she is under stress, she is less likely to have time for romance. So, let's be very, very naughty! If we know something is wrong, we do it! Hold the staff hostage in the kitchen, trash rooms, pull practical jokes, try make the staff quit, anything!"

"This is going to be fun." Ashley smiled, evilly.

Jeff nodded. "We need codenames, so we can talk to each other by walkie talkie. You know, to tell each other when to kick off the next bit of a plan." He mused.

Emma put her hand out, palm facing the floor. "Eclipse is my name, trouble's my game!" She grinned.

"Phantom, that's my name, don't wear it out." Jeff joked, putting his hand on top of hers.

Ashley thought for a moment. "My name is Star, learn it, memorise it, fear it." She said finally, adding her hand to the pile.

"Together, we unite for a common goal." Emma said, solemnly.

"Together, we fight for good." Jeff added.

Ashley finished. "Together, we are the Rogue Rangers!"

At that, they threw up their hands. "Rangers forever!"

They never knew why they had chosen those names, or why they had said all that stuff about what they were together. Not until years later.

Ashley sighed, moving for the first time since she had sat down. A wry smile crept onto her face as she remembered the day that they had realised their job had gotten a lot harder.

By the four-month anniversary of Elvin's death, four head chef's, six maids, seven housekeepers and twelve nannies had quit. They had not even tried to get the butler to quit, because they liked him too much.

They had held the staff hostage four times, in exchange for sweets, and they had destroyed the dining room, the ballroom, and the sitting room. They were wicked.

Now, they were about to go on yet another mission, and were in their base of operations, the nice, clean attic. Their first mission had been to make it that way.

Emma stood in front of a children's art canvas. It was the type with paper, so she could make the plans in advance, and then explain it to her cousins quickly.

"All right, Rogue rangers." She began, sounding like an army commander. " This is a highly dangerous, and risky mission we are about to undertake. We may be grounded, sent to another therapy session, or given chicken broth soup for tea. Are you willing to take those risks?"

Jeff nodded. "Yes Eclipse. I, Phantom, am willing to take the stated risks. I swear on the sword dad gave me last Christmas."

Ashley grinned and saluted. "Yes Eclipse. I am Star, and I am willing to take the above risks. I swear on the doll dad gave me last Christmas."

Emma grinned and took her turn. "Yes. My name is Eclipse, and I am willing to take these risks. I swear on the bow and arrow Uncle Elvin gave me last Christmas."

With that, Emma took the arrow (it was made of plastic) and tapped the canvas with it.

"All right. Our mission objective is to conquer the kitchen. Star, I'm afraid Stripes has to sit this one out, as you will be taking the air vents. Phantom, you will have to hide in the butler's pantry. You will be in charge of this one. I'm the distraction." Emma started, her eyes glittering as she explained her plan.

ASHLEY'S POV

Several hours later, Ashley said goodbye to Stripes (the doll), and opened an air vent. She slid down so she was on the first floor, and took a piece of paper out of her shoulder bag, which also held her Walkie Talkie and some of the stuff she would need for the mission.

The paper was an official map of the ventilation system that a repairman had left behind. On it, in yellow crayon, was the route Ashley needed to take.

Crawling on her stomach, she reached the vent to the airing cupboard. Ashley slipped in there to change her dirty play clothes for torn jeans, pirate boots, and a yellow and purple striped shirt. She tied a tie-dye purple and yellow headscarf around her head, and put on an eye-patch.

Then she slipped into the vents again, crawled to the kitchen and waited in the vent.

She activated her Walkie Talkie. "Star to Phantom, phase one, air vent is complete."

"Phantom to Star, transmission received."

There was a faint hissing as he switched frequencies. The Walkie Talkies had four settings. Talk to everybody, talk to one person, talk to the other person, and off.

Shortly after, Emma began screaming in another part of the building.

EMMA'S POV

Emma went to the playroom, and put three pirate dolls in position in the kitchen, of a model of the mansion. It had been made at her father's request, seeing as she was a little bit of a control freak. He felt that she should tone it down to dolls. She then changed into a vivid green waistcoat, which was on top of a light green and black striped T-Shirt/dress. She also put on pirate boots, and an army commando hat that had the Jolly Roger spray-painted on the front of it.

Soon, her Walkie Talkie went off.

"Eclipse here." She answered.

"Eclipse, Phantom here. Star is in position, phase one complete. Status report." Jeff said.

"In uniform and in position Phantom. Beginning phase two now."

She hung up on her cousin and calmly walked over to her uncle's study. She walked inside and sat down.

She began to scream.

JEFF'S POV

Jeff had walked into the butler's pantry while everyone had been in the servant's living room. He knew it wouldn't last long, so he had hurried into the pantry. It was more of a small storeroom than anything else, so there was little chance of anyone finding him, especially as he was hidden under the table, which had a tablecloth over it.

He waited patiently for his sister to call, changing into a pair of filthy dungarees, which he wore over his red top. He put on a Captain Hook style hat, complete with feather, and drew a scar onto his cheek with lip liner.

When she did, he called his cousin to initiate phase two.

When everyone left the kitchen to go see what was wrong with Emma, he left the pantry, only to see his sister dropping out of the air vent silently. Not an easy task considering that her feet dangled three feet of the ground when she hung from the bottom of it, but the seven year old managed it.

THIRD PERSON POV

Jeff rushed to the door and closed it, while Ashley took a chain rope and a padlock out of her bag. Jeff shoved a broom through the handles of the double door, and Ashley wrapped the chain around the handles twice, before securing it with a padlock.

Just then, Emma burst through the side door, which came down from the study. They shut this, bolted it, and put a chair in front of it, just in case.

The three pirates/children turned around and surveyed the kitchen. There was a moment's silence, and then they went crazy.

Ashley took jars out of the cupboards, and poured the contents into a soup pan. Emma was throwing flour around, and dancing on the island in the middle of the kitchen. And Jeff was generally making a racket, by throwing pots and pans everywhere. All three were singing sea songs, although there weren't singing the same one. Jeff was singing (loudly and out of tune) it's a pirate's life, while Emma was singing the song about Captain Hook that she got from the Disney movie, Peter Pan. Ashley sang a song of her own making, which would later become their theme song of sorts.

In the space of a few short minutes, the kitchen was completely destroyed, although the three had managed to remain reasonably clean.

They stopped for a break, and grinned at each other as various people tried to get into the kitchen.

They stopped smiling when the chains suddenly unwrapped, the padlock went flying across the floor and the broom returned to it's corner of its own accord.

They were close to screaming when the door burst open to reveal a woman, dressed in a black dress that covered her completely. She had greying brown hair, a nose like a potato, a wart on her chin and nose, and a low hairline. Her eyebrows met in the middle, and she was exceedingly plump. She leant on an old fashioned walking stick, that remined the children of their Grandfather's.

"Good evening" She said, looking around. "I am Nanny Mcphee. Stop all this, and go get ready for bed."

The Rogue rangers shared a look. They turned to Nanny Mcphee and shouted.

"NEVER!"