I know that it's 2013 and nobody cares about Power Rangers SPD anymore, but I really wanted to write fan fiction. Each chapter is going to be an episode. I have no idea how many chapters there are going to be. If you find a mistake, it would be the greatest thing in the world if you could point it out. You don't have to review if you don't want to, but I would love it if you did.
In the year following the defeat of Emperor Gruumm, Newtech City- and the rest of the planet Earth- settled into a quiet sense of peace. Although crime was still committed, the full force of SPD was no longer required. Earth relaxed its weapons, not realizing that in a time of universalization, anything could come out of the woodwork.
The coming year taught the people of Earth a valuable lesson: just because one enemy is defeated does not mean all evil is gone.
In the depths of space, far away from anything resembling civilization, a derelict ship floated with no destination in mind. Only a solitary life form- if you could even call it that- resided on the ship. Hundreds of years ago, the vessel struck fear in the hearts of anyone who laid eyes on it. Time however is a cruel mistress, and as the years passed, people began to forget.
Things might have stayed this way forever had it not been for a lost cargo ship. The incompetent pilot was light-years away from his destination point, which was lucky for the powerful being he was about to come in contact with.
The pilot, being the curious man he was, boarded the dark ship. His plan was to take pictures to show off, figuring he could make more friends that way. The man possessed cat-like features, able to see even in the darkness spacecraft.
He made his way down the long rusting hallways, all the while taking pictures with the camera he carried around everywhere. The flash was the first light seen in the structure for years. It illuminated just how broken things had become.
When he finally reached the cockpit, the man was surprised to come face to face with a shape closely resembling that of a human. But the comparison to humanity ended there: in the middle of its head was one large eye. Its mouth hung open revealing three sets of sharp silver teeth and a forked tongue. The creatures body was made of a substance the lowly pilot could not identify, but was still still shiny despite the dullness that surrounded it.
Despite the feeling of fear in the feline alien, the pilot approached the figure. When he reached a hand and touched it, he was taken aback by the feeling of warmth that radiated through the metal. Before he could fully ponder this though, the thing's eye lit up, giving the room an orange glow.
Its clawed hand grabbed hold of its unwilling savior. The pilot screamed, but the sound was overshadowed by laughter.