Yay! I can finally start this story!

IMPORTANT INFORMATION: This story takes place roughly ten years after Energy Combat.

If you haven't read Energy Combat, then you should. It will explain a lot.

For those of you that came for The Elder Scrolls, Chapter 25 is where it starts.

RATED T: Some adult themes.

==Secret Ops Base, U.S.S. Columbia, Atlantic Ocean==

The U.S.S. Columbia was a large carrier ship which served as one of the bases for the United States Secret Operatives. This elite troop of agents were each selected secretly and were trained vigorously to be a part of the U.S. military's most secretive organization. This was the organization responsible for unknown raids on terrorist hideouts and rare discoveries.

General Brent Fuller entered the U.S. Secret Ops boardroom where he was greeted by a commotion of confused operatives. He was an aged man in his late fifties with balding hair and a terrifying voice.

"Settle down in here!" General Fuller shouted, quieting the entire room. He squinted his eyes as he carefully scanned everyone in the room. It was standard safety and security procedures to make sure that there were no intruders in the room and that everyone was present.

"General, we haven't had any luck." on of the operatives said, holding up a golden menger sponge.

The agents found the menger sponge when raiding an ancient Arabian palace where Al Qaeda terrorists were rumoured to be hiding. Unsure of what to do with it, they took the treasure from the palace. After a while of playing around with it, one agent inferred that it needed to be unlocked somehow. It seemed too priceless to be a useless piece of gold.

The general groaned and shook his head. "You guys are trained to be able to crack these codes. Fortunately, I have worked with Operative Westbrook over here to create a key."

Raylan Westbrook handed the general a small silver cube. "Here is the key, General. It needs to be inserted into the largest pore in the center of the menger sponge."

Raylan was selected as soon as he graduated from Stanford. The only person on the planet he was allowed to spill his identity to was his wife, Emma.

The general smiled and nodded, taking the cube from Raylan. He walked over to the operative holding up the menger sponge and inserted the key inside. Everybody stood up and watched as the key and sponge floated into the air, letting out a burst of golden light.

==Palisade, North Carolina, United States==

It was the first day of school at Palisade High School and the day couldn't have been better. Despite being the first day, the sun was still up and the students would still have time to go to the beach as there would be no homework on the first day. When the morning bell rang, the students dispersed from their groups of friends to get to their classes in time.

Kenzie Taylor finished placing her things in her locker. She was a pretty girl with long brunette hair and a recognizable face. When she turned around, she was shocked to see a tall blonde boy standing by her. He was cute and she had to cover one side of her face with her hair to prevent him from seeing her blush.

"Hi there...can help you?" she asked, trying not to giggle.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around? It looks like you're struggling." he laughed

Kenzie giggled and handed the boy her books. "My name is Kenzie...McKenzie...McKenzie Taylor...but you call call me Kenzie." she said. Her words were broken up by her blush.

"My name is AJ. Well, my full name is Austin James Barron, but you can just call me AJ." he smiled, taking her books. "So, what grade are you in?"

"Oh, I'm a junior." she smiled. "How about you?"

"I am too! It looks like we do have some things in common." he said, looking down. "Anyways, how does Saturday sound?"

"L-l-like this Saturday? On...on a date?" she laughed. "Really?"

"Yup, really. I would love to take you out."

She giggled. "Yeah, that's fine with me!"

"Awesome! So, what class do you have first?"

"Oh, I have English with Mr. Park."

"Really? Same! How about I walk you to class?" he said, softly gripping her hand.

"Hee-hee, okay!" she giggled, letting her hand slip into his.

Jake Fernandez and his best friend, Niles Biggs, were sitting way at the back of their Chemistry class. Sitting way in the back was one of the perks to being like by everyone. They were entitled those golden seats where the teacher wouldn't be able to scold them or even see what they were doing.

Jake was hispanic with deep, curly, brown hair and of average height. Niles, on the other hand, was tall and blonde.

"Yo, I hear our teacher is new to this school." Niles said.

"Yeah, bro, I know." Jake agreed.

When the bell rang, their teacher walked in.

Jake's eyes popped out. "Holy shit! Our teacher is one sexy motherfucker!" he exclaimed.

Niles nodded. "I'm with you on that one."

Finally, she spoke. "My name is Mrs. Ryleigh King, and as you can tell, I will be your teacher for the year." she smiled. "I'm really looking forward to being able to teach you guys, this year!" As she said this, she accidentally dropped her clipboard. "Oh, darn it." she said, bending over to pick it up.

When Jake realized what he was seeing, he pulled out his phone and took a picture. "Wow, I'm never going to delete this." he laughed.

Niles gave him a playful punch on the arm. "Come on, man, she's married! She said that she's a 'Mrs.'! She's taken!"

Jake made a sizzling sound with his mouth. "Ehh...that doesn't matter to me. I can always imagine."

Niles shook his head. "You're one funny kid, Jake."

Chase Vereen flipped his blonde skater hair as he copied down introductory notes for Calculus from the board. When the PowerPoint slides were done, Chase placed his notebook back in his backpack as he waited for further instruction. He wasn't having the greatest time on his first day of school due to the attention he receied from random girls.

Chase was the ideal dream boy. Girls had been drooling over him since puberty struck both genders. They thought his built-up body and his manly voice were to drool over. He used to like it at first, but then it started to get on his nerves. He couldn't walk two steps without having to reject another girl.

The Calculus teacher, Miss Hering, started to hand out question-and-answer sheets. "Since this is the first day of school, I want you guys to get to know each other. Therefore, I am asking that you look to the person next to you and have a casual interview with them. I am giving you the next few days to get to know each other and then you will be required to present what you have learned to the front of the class."

Chase turned to his right and saw Shannon Ackerman blush. He groaned as he knew what was about to happen next. "She's going to ask me if I'm free sometime," he thought.

She turned over to him. "So, are you going to be free this weekend?" she asked. He knew it was coming. While she saw a gorgeous blonde girl and was easily one of the hottest in the school, he wasn't interested. He lost most interst in girls that chased after him.

He sighed and tried to let her down easy. He didn't want to make her cry since the assignment would be awkward, afterwards. "Listen, Shannon, you're a really nice girl and all, but I really think we should be focusing on the work."

She nodded her head affirmatively. "That's right. I'll ask you later."

He nodded in reply. "Yeah, that would be much appreciated."

She looked over at the questions on the interview sheet and chuckled. "It looks like we're going to get to know each other quite a lot." she giggled.

In confusion, Chase raised his eyebrows. When he looked at the sheet, he realized what she was talking about. "I have to share a secret with you!?" he exclaimed, sticking his tongue out.

She smiled and nodded. "Well, it's not so bad because I also have to share one with you...and I'm sure you don't have any bad secrets."

The bell rang for next period to start.

Chase got up to pack up his things. "Listen, Shannon, you're a great girl and all-"

She cut him off by putting her finger to his mouth. She put her mouth to his head. "Shh...just meet me at my house tomorrow night and we'll finish this. Don't worry, my parents aren't home." she giggled, walking off and waving goodbye.

Chase swallowed deeply and rushed out of the classroom.

Alli Matthews smiled as she talked to her seatmates in her Economics class. She was a blonde girl with piercing blue eyes who moved from Britain only a few years ago, still retaining her accent. Alli attracted guys the way Chase attracted girls, but Alli was more friendly with them.

One of her seatmates, Jason Zimmerman, handed her a note. When she unfolded it, it read: "You're cute :)". She giggled to herself and looked up at him.

"So, whaddaya say?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, but I have to say 'no'." she responded, making a sad face.

"Wha-why?" he asked, making the same sad face.

"Well, right now I'm just trying to focus on school. Getting good grades is my priority. Maybe during the holidays or on break time you could ask me on a date, but right now I'm trying to get into a good university."

He nodded and went back to his own work. Despite being rejected by Alli, guys tended to be happy with her response. She wasn't a jerk about it like Chase was, and people appreciated that.

She sat back and relaxed in her chair. While she was living her ilfe well, she still wasn't content with it. She always wanted something to happen out of the ordinary that cried for her name. She wanted something to pull her out of her daily lifestyle and add some spice to her life. She was tired of being plain old Allison Matthews, the new girl from England.

Nick Carlisle tried his best to pay attention to what was going on in Choir. He didn't like the 'introductory points' that teachers always gave on the first day of school and just wanted to get into the singing. He was a tall, skinny boy with curly black hair and pale skin. He wasn't the most outgoing guy but he had friends and he was proud of where he was. Singing was his passion and he was glad he could find friends who shared the same interests.

Finally, the Choir instructor, Mrs. Bertrand, allowed the students to sing. "All right, I took the time over the summer to make the introduction to this class an actual song. I want each and every one of you to take part in it. Each sheet has one line highlighted and that will be the line each person sings." she said, handing out lyric sheets to each student.

Nick pumped his fist. He couldn' wait to get his mouth moving. He got his sheet and looked at his line. "We will make or break dreams." it said. While it was only six lines, it was jam-packed with meaning and emotion.

When it was Nick's turn to sing his line, he couldn't have hit his notes in a more perfect way. His voice carried on from word-to-word until it came time for the next person to sing.

When the song was over, one of Nick's friends, Shayla Lane, turned over to him. "Wow, Nick, that was really good! I really liked how you stayed in a crip falsetto."

He smiled. "Thanks. I was trying to stay in a baritone, but I guess my emotions got the best of me."

"Wow, you really like singing, don't you?"

"Come on, you of all people should know that it's my favorite thing to do."

She nudged him on the arm. "Hey, how about we start a jazz-rock band? I could be on guitar, we could get a few other friends to play drums and bass, and you could sing!"

"Sounds great! Let's get this started!"

==Secret Ops Base, U.S.S. Columbia, Atlantic Ocean==

The menger sponge collapsed to the floor in ten different pieces. Five of the pieces were colored while the other five were grey. Upon closer inspection, Raylan saw that the colored pieces were red, blue, green, pink, and yellow.

"Those...colors!" Raylan exclaimed. All of the operatives gave him weird looks.

"What are you talking about?" one of them asked him.

Raylan looked around. "Nothing..." he mumbled. For a second, he almost let out his Power Ranger secret. While General Fuller was required to know it, none of the other operatives could know. He looked at his morpher. None of the Rangers from Smalltown had given up their Powers and always kept their morphers on, just in case. They all worked perfectly fine and the Rangers knew it would come in handy at one point.

Raylan looked away from the disintegrated sponge. He knew something was about to happen. This was way too familiar to ignore.

Raylan Westbrook knew that the legacy of the Power Rangers was not over.