"Alright class, can anyone tell me how many days I have left until retirement?" Mr. Burley said tiredly to a sea of blank teenage faces.

He looked around and saw his students. Mostly a bunch of nameless faces, randoms if you will, but a few stuck out.

There was Jake who was idly rolling a soccer ball on the floor between his feet. He had no beef with her. Next to him was his best friend, Noah. God, how he hated Noah. Every time he rose his hand, he wanted to take his teachers edition text book and slam it against his face until he stopped struggling. There was Gia. He rose his eyebrow, for a second fantasizing about a reverse Mary Kay Laternou type situation, but dismissed it just as quickly. He'd need his pension to keep up his lavish life style of dirty apartments and TV dinners. Oh how he missed Mrs. Burley. She had passed too soon in their loving relationship. At least that was what he was telling himself to save his fragile ego from the fact she ran off with the milkman, despite the fact that there hadn't been a milkman in the city since the early 50's.

He took a long sip from his coffee mug and savored the tang of cheap whiskey. He turned his attention to Troy, as usual sitting alone day dreaming. Finally his glance turned to the front row, where he spotted Emma, her hands around imaginary handle bars and her lips pursed making bike sounds. This was probably a mental issue, but he frankly wasn't paid enough to care. In his daydreaming of retirement, he dropped his mug, and it shattered on the floor. Already at rock bottom, he sighed and opened the door. He called out.

"Andros! It happened again"

Andros, in the first of many ranger cameos, came shuffling in, wearing a dark blue janitors uniform. He had fallen from grace from his former Ranger days, and muttered as he cleaned up the spill.

Outside the sky grew dark. Lightning struck, and in a flash Vason Jermin, the ruggedly handsome hobo hero who had once saved the Samurai Rangers, had arrived in front of the school, on their mentor's stollen motorcycle. He stopped, took out his intergalactic map and smiled. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

Mr Burley was asleep behind his desk, as the kids in his class were texting and talking amongst themselves, save for Troy who seemed to be having a very vivid day dream. The kind you have when you're imagining a giant battle between good and evil. Andros continued to clean up, mumbling.

Vason approached the open door. He took a look and identified the people he was looking for. Andros looked up angrily and approached Vason.

"Vason," he said angrily, between clenched teeth.

"Oh hey Andros." Vason said cooly. "Your naked sister says hi."

Andros rose his fist to hit him, but realizing he would be in a battle he could never win, relented and left the room. Vason then put his hand on the fire alarm and pulled it with no hesitation.

With his cool dry wit, Vason quipped while slowly lowering his sunglasses, "Class dismissed, jerks."

The classroom "randoms' filed out of the class leaving the five he was looking for. He approached Troy, who was unresponsive.

He waved his hand in front of his face, to no avail. He then approached Noah.

"You look smart. You have glasses."

"Yeah..." Noah replied nervously.

"First of all I know who you are." Vason said cooly, before Noah could spout some non-sequiter about robots.

He turned around.

"I know who you all are. We need to talk."

Gia looked at Vason with stars in her eyes, while Emma still pretended she was riding a bicycle.

"We could go to Ernie's" Gia said. "They have excellent smoothies."

"Those are for girls." Vason said mater of fact-ly. "But alright. Let's blow this nerd store."

"I can't," Jake said angrily. "I have to go see the counselor I broke another window with my soccer ball, besides..."

"Whatever," Vason replied. "Meet up with us later. Loser"