POWER RANGERS: SPACE PATROL DELTA
YEAR THREE

"TRIALS"

"The fire wave will reach us in two minutes!"

The alarms were loud inside the Command Center, as Kat heard Ghiren's voice yelling over them in order for her to hear him. She stood nervously at the main control station in the middle of the Command Center, as she watched the station's holographic display showing her the S.P.D. Rangers racing towards the Command Center and away from the approaching firewall.

It was just like before, she thought. But, she had also known from her previous attempt that it was also different. She contemplated her upcoming move, as she heard the other technicians in the room shouting out the status of everything. Niyako, the pint-sized Kayoie technician was updating her with information from the Rangers as she talked to them through her communications station. Ghiren, the tall green-skinned alien from the planet Ligou, was keeping his eyes on the approaching fire wave from the tracking station. Other technicians were walking about, talking amongst themselves about the status of the Delta Command Base's systems and the incoming influx of citizens who were trying to escape the wave.

At her left, Kat glanced at Doctor Pryce Jensen. He was different too, Kat thought to herself. She remembered how she handled this situation when she was in his position. But here and now, things didn't go as they did in the real world. Kat heard the succession of beeps coming from the console where Pryce was working. She closed her eyes gently, trying to keep one step ahead.

"We've got a problem," Pryce yelled to her.

"What is it?" Kat said, as if she didn't know what was coming.

"The shield systems for the Delta Command Base are malfunctioning," Pryce said, looking confused. "Give me an extra minute or two to get them working."

"The wave will reach us in 72 seconds," Ghiren shouted. "It will reach the Rangers in 60."

"They're not going to make it," Kat mumbled to herself. She had run into this problem before. She failed then. She couldn't do it again.

Kat gently pushed Pryce away from the control console. He stood, looking confused at her actions, as she began pressing buttons at the controls.

"I can get the shield systems working quicker than you can," Kat said to him. "You activate Delta Command Crawler mode."

Pryce was confused at the order for a split second before he headed to the appropriate station and input the commands. As the Delta Command Base transformed into crawler mode, Kat worked her hands swiftly across the controls, finding the breach in the shield systems and repairing it, controlling the safety drones that were stationed in that area to get the job done.

"Delta Command Crawler activated," Pryce yelled from a nearby station.

"Move us closer to the Rangers. I'll have the shields up in half a minute," Kat yelled to him.

She was going to beat this thing. She knew it. Kat was running out of time, especially since moving the base closer to the Rangers also meant moving it closer to the firewall.

"Fire wave impact in 32 seconds," Ghiren yelled out.

"The Rangers are calling in," Niyako yelled to Kat. "They want to know what we're doing."

"Tell them to keep heading towards us!" Kat yelled back. "We're not going to lose them."

Within a matter of seconds, the Delta Command Crawler was in position, closer to the wave than before. As her fingers keyed in the final commands to the repair drones, Kat glanced at the holographic display, seeing the patrol jeep, two patrol cycles and the Shadow ATV speeding into the range of the shields. The wave was seconds behind them. She activated the shields at the last moment, protecting both the Rangers and the Delta Command Base. Kat breathed a sigh of relief, as she saw the firewall pass over the base, leaving them all unharmed.

She smiled a bit, knowing she had done it. She had completed her mission. She looked around, about to congratulate her crew when she noticed them all staring at her, strangely. She looked from Pryce to Niyako to Ghiren to the others.

"What?" she said aloud.

"The fire wave..." Pryce spoke solemnly. "It killed all of the citizens that were still outside the base when the crawler moved to help the Rangers."

Kat winced, as she realized she had chosen wrong again. Within seconds, the Command Center around her disappeared, replaced by the S.P.D. simulator room. Pryce, Ghiren and Niyako were gone as well. Only Kat was left behind, standing in the middle of the room, waiting for the inevitable.

The doors to the simulator opened and Supreme Commander Doggie Cruger stepped inside, carrying a LCD pad. He shook his head.

"You failed...again."

Kat let out a deep defeated sigh.

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong," Kat said, frustrated. "This is the second time through and I still failed. The first time I tried forming the Delta Command Megazord to shield the Rangers and the citizens from the wave, but that destroyed the Base and me and everyone inside."

"I can tell you that sacrificing the commander is never the right approach, but I can't tell you what you're missing," Cruger said. "That would be cheating. But, you can do this Kat. The correct answer is there."

"Maybe I can't do it," Kat said. "I just can't seem to figure out the Command Officer's Exam."

"You've already passed the written portion. The simulation isn't as hard as you think it is. After all, I passed it," Cruger said with a smirk. "You just need to stop thinking like the Chief of Technology and start thinking like a Commander. I have a meeting with the Officers to get to."

Cruger handed Kat the LCD pad with her results on it. She looked at them briefly, before glancing up at Cruger walking away.

"I guess I only have one more chance," Kat said, knowing that any candidate only got three opportunities to beat the simulation.

Cruger stopped as the doors slid open in front of him. He looked back at her and nodded.

"Trust me. The good ones only need one chance," Cruger said. "Just remember everyone has their job. Yours is Commander."

Kat nodded, as Doggie exited. She let out another sigh as she looked around the room at the lonely white walls. What was she not getting?


Deep on the East Side of Newtech City, it was daylight. This time of day was never very prosperous or busy in Eastern Newtech. For those of weak will and shady motives, the sunlight was a hindrance. It was always easier to plot the next crime or wallow in misery in the shadows of darkness. But, inside the Purgatory lounge, behind the stage, the bar and the main hosting area, some business was taking place.

Syren Dean found herself sitting across from Barrett Van Tigue, the owner of the lounge, who had been singing her praises since she walked into his office. She listened closely and nodded along with each comment, never replying. Instead, she accepted each compliment with a petite smile.

Barrett wasn't the average businessman. He was younger than most, appearing to be in his late twenties. His dark blonde hair was short, but she could tell it was growing quickly. His narrow eyes and thin lips gave nothing away about his personality. His well-groomed appearance gave away that he didn't do much manual labor. He wore a casual suit, black pants and a black blazer. She was surprised by the black shirt he wore underneath as well. She had also noticed him wearing all black the night of her performance, as he stood in the back of the lounge, listening, with his arms crossed. His choice of attire let her know that he wasn't as nice as the smile he conveyed to her in this meeting.

"I don't usually do this," Barrett said, as he was writing on a small piece of paper, which Syren could tell was a check.

"What's that?" she asked with the first words she had said in a while.

"Pay my employees advances," he said with a smile, as he stood up, with the check in hand.

"So, we have a deal then?" Syren said.

Her eyes followed his every step, as he approached her. He couldn't help but read the name he had agreed to pay on the check.

"Syren Dean? That can't be your real name," Barrett said, slyly.

"I never said it was," she responded coyly. "But don't worry. The check will do just fine. I had it legally changed years ago. I even have the driver's license to prove it."

"So what is your real name?" he asked, curiously.

"You'll just have to get to know me better to find out," she said with a smile.

"I'm prepared to hire you on a trial basis," Barrett said, with a smirk. "You made me a lot of money. I haven't seen Purgatory that packed in a while. I liked it."

"Well, that is what I do," Syren said, with an engaging smile, as she stood up and accepted the check.

"So, you'll be expected to perform three nights a week. Tuesdays, Thursdays and an encore on Friday," Barrett explained.

"I can handle that," she said, as her eyes met his.

"Three songs a night," Barrett said, mentally recalling the contract he was about to have her sign. "You'll have Sundays and Mondays off. I, however, will expect you here on Saturdays to mingle with guests and V.I.P.'s. It'll help build up a relationship between you and my guests and I think it will help bring them in more on the days when you're performing."

"What about Wednesdays?" she asked.

"The club is never open on Wednesdays," Barrett said quietly. "Ever."

She noticed his eyes got a little shifty, as if something about that day bothered him. She simply nodded, knowing when not to push.

"Well, my only condition is that I choose the songs and the clothes," Syren Dean. "Those would be my specialties."

"I'm sure you have more than just the two," Barrett said, as he stepped a bit closer to her, glancing at her beauty. "You haven't said much about yourself. I'm not used to having employees be so quiet."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to sign that contract then," Syren said, with a sly smile. "With me around more often, I'm sure we'll have no choice but to get to know each other."

"Let's not waste time then," Barrett said as he reached across his desk and retrieved the contract and a pen.

He placed it on their side of the desk. Syren bent over slightly past him. Barrett couldn't help but take in the view. But like most smart men, he was never overt about it. Sydney Drew signed what was not her true name and with that, Syren Dean was an official employee of Purgatory. She regained her posture and looked back at Barrett.

"What about the apartment?" she asked.

"I almost forgot," he said, as he grabbed another piece of paper for her to sign. "There's the lease. You'll have complete access to the apartment above the lounge. You've already seen it so you know you have a bathroom, kitchen, everything you'll need."

"Well, I'm sure you can tell that I'm not one for cooking," Syren said with a smile. "But, I do like the digs. As a matter of fact, I'm sure I'm going to enjoy all that Purgatory has to offer."

"Well, thanks to you, we now have Syren Dean to offer, so I'm sure it will be lucrative for both of us," Barrett said, as he opened the door to his office.

Syd walked out into the hallway, as her new boss stood on his side of the doorway. Their eyes met again. It was a gaze that she didn't want to hold too long, but she knew she had to follow his lead.

"I think you're right," she said with a smile.

Syd and Barrett shared a chuckle, as another employee was turning the corner down the far hallway. Seeing the two laughing together stopped her in her tracks. She stayed where she was, watching them, out of their sight. She saw the blond singer extend her hand, which Barrett took in his own and shook. Her eyes narrowed on Purgatory's new live act. She didn't like what she saw.


Loss. It had become an all-too-common word for Earth's Space Patrol Delta. On this day, it was a word that Bridge found himself thinking of often, much like the thoughts concerning Z Delgado. For Bridge, that wasn't a good thing because thoughts of Z brought on thoughts of Sky, Jack and Syd as well. Bridge's mind found it hard to cope with that kind of stress.

Inside the Commander's Office, Bridge found himself thinking of Z again. The barren room held only a single desk and chair, where Doggie Cruger currently sat. The office was meant to be decorated by the commander who served there. Cruger was only using it temporarily until Commander Silverback's replacement took office.

In front of the desk, Bridge stood with his arms behind his back, next to Quinn Gray and Sophie, who shared his pose. Behind them was the familiar emblem of Space Patrol Delta. In front of them, Cruger stared solemnly. Bridge was unprepared for what his Supreme Commander was about to say.

"I know this has been a difficult few days for everyone," Cruger explained. "The loss of Officer Delgado was truly unexpected. But her suicide—"

Bridge was shocked. He cut Cruger off.

"Z did NOT commit suicide!" Bridge shouted. "She wouldn't."

"Bridge, at this point, all signs point to suicide," Cruger said. "Z had been struggling with her emotions ever since Jack died."

"That doesn't mean she killed herself," Bridge said. "If you had just let me get close to her at the crime scene I could've used my powers—"

"Bridge, it was difficult enough for me to be there. I didn't want you further traumatized," Cruger said.

"But, if you let me investigate—"

"No," Cruger said sternly. "There's too much conflict of interest. The investigation into Z's death is still open. A group of more experienced officers are conducting it. While they do their job, I need you all to do yours."

"Sir, I can understand your position," Quinn interjected. "But, Z was one of us. Frankly, she welcomed me into this team when some wanted me out of S.P.D. all together. You can't just expect us to forget about it."

"I don't think anyone will forget," Cruger said, more sternly, as he stood up from his chair. "I will never forget seeing Z's face lying there on the concrete. I will never forget seeing her lifeless eyes. Forgive me for trying to spare you all the pain. I don't want you to forget, but you have to move on. In an effort to do that, I'm sending the three of you on a special mission."

"A special mission?" Sophie asked.

"Yes. In the last weeks of our conflict with Omallix, several incidents popped up across S.P.D.'s jurisdiction. These issues remain unsolved. I need someone I can trust to look into things and I trust you, my Rangers," Cruger explained.

"What incidents?" Bridge asked, letting his curiosity override his anger.

"The first incident occurred with a Barconian convoy which was traveling to Triforia, transporting food that they intended to sell there," Cruger said. "They were attacked by unknown forces. Triforia's branch of S.P.D. was supposed to respond, but due to some technical difficulties they got the call too late. The Barconian crew was killed and the cargo was stolen."

"So you want us to try to find out who attacked the Barconians?" Quinn asked.

"No. I want you all to go to Triforia and investigate their technical problems. They've made some equipment requests that I've granted. I felt that having Bridge & Sophie there, given their technical backgrounds could not only expedite the process, but allow you all to do a little independent investigating into why Triforia's S.P.D. forces didn't respond in a more timely manner," Cruger said. "As you can imagine, the Barconians are not happy about this and neither is their representative on the Galactic Council."

"I'm sure the same goes for Representative Trecineas," Bridge surmised, as he remembered that Triforia also had a representative on the six-member council.

"Yes, there's some conflict on the Galactic Council because of this. And with Sky's hearing coming up before the council, I think that getting some answers might help," Cruger said.

"I still don't like leaving Earth right now," Bridge said. "B-Squad's still green and Sky's still blue about his hearing and Z's all—"

"Carson!" Cruger interrupted before Bridge's train of thought got too convoluted. "I understand the situation. I wouldn't ask you all to leave if it weren't completely necessary. Besides, B-Squad has shown they have things under control if anything comes up while you're away."

"Okay," Bridge said, finally. He sighed. Quinn & Sophie nodded along.

Cruger felt he had finally gotten them to understand. Seconds later, he was bombarded with even more questions about Z's death. The doors to the office slid open and young Sam stormed in, looking extremely upset. Behind him, Isinia Cruger and Murphy, the robotic patrol hound entered.

"What happened?" Sam shouted. "What happened to Z?"

"Sorry," Isinia spoke up to her husband. "We heard what happened on the news. I couldn't stop him from coming back."

"It's all right," Cruger said to her. He had sent Sam away on a small trip with his wife to keep him from hearing of Z's demise too soon.

"What happened?" Sam asked again, looking at Cruger and then at Bridge.

"Z fell, Sam," Cruger said to the boy, who appeared to be quickly approaching thirteen. "She fell off the roof. I'm sorry."

"What?" Sam said, as he could feel his emotions reaching the surface. "That's impossible. She couldn't. She went up there all the time."

"We're looking into it. I promise," Cruger said.

"Why did you send me away?" Sam said, as a tear fell from his eye. His anger seemed to seep out right along with it. "Why?!"

"I thought it was best, Sam. I didn't want you to feel so hurt before I could explain what happened," Cruger said.

"We're sorry, buddy," Bridge added somberly.

"You don't know what's best!" Sam said angrily to Cruger. "If you did, you would have told her never to go up there!"

Before Cruger could place a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder, the boy ran through the doors. Isinia watched him go and glanced back at her husband, shaking her head somberly, sending him a silent apology.


Elsewhere in S.P.D. Headquarters, Kat found her eyes glued to the text inside the S.P.D. handbook. She was concentrating on every single word. As she turned a corner, her keen sense of hearing didn't even warn her that footsteps were approaching. She ran right into Doctor Pryce Jensen, causing him to drop a handful of LCD pads he was carrying. Kat herself dropped the handbook she was carrying.

"Sorry," Kat said, as they both knelt down and began picking up their items.

"The S.P.D. handbook. I haven't seen one of those in a while," Pryce said, with a smile, as he handed it to Kat. "How's the exam coming?"

Kat sighed, giving him a bit of an annoyed look. She hadn't been extremely impressed with Pryce Jensen since his arrival. He was brash, cocky and more arrogant than any scientist she had ever met.

"I don't want to talk about it," Kat said.

"Well, if you ever do, feel free to knock on my door," Pryce said, shooting her a sly grin. "I'd love to pick your brain some time. We could even talk about some of my research."

"I don't really have that kind of time," Kat said, dismissing his invitation.

"Well, I would never dream of keeping you from studying," he said with a smile, as both of them got back to their feet. "After all, the lab's taken, so if you fail the Command Officer's test, you're pretty much out of a job."

Kat stared at him, giving him an angry glance.

"That was a joke," Pryce said quickly.

"Well I didn't find it very funny," Kat said, as she turned to walk away.

Despite the fact that she had continued on her way, Pryce watched her and smiled. He noticed she her eyes weren't glued to the manual anymore.

"Good luck," he called out, noticing her beginning to walk a bit faster upon hearing him.


Above the Purgatory lounge, there was a small apartment. One bedroom, one bathroom, a small kitchen and a sitting area made up the space. Syd found herself walking around. She had noticed that it was already furnished quite nicely and that intrigued her. She wouldn't have to purchase anything new on her limited budget and whoever the decorator was had good taste. As she fluffed a couple of the pillows on the black leather sofa in the sitting room, a figure appeared at the doorway behind her. Syd heard the knock on the open door and turned quickly.

Syd noticed the visitor standing in the hallway. The human woman was tall and beautiful. She had long dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Her full lips formed a slight grin as she walked a bit further in and looked around.

"Hi," Syd said quickly, having recognized the woman from Purgatory.

She remembered seeing her serving drinks the night that Syren Dean performed. Syd extended her hand.

"Syren Dean," she said promptly, waiting for her visitor to respond.

"Hello," the newcomer said, as she shook Syren's hand, but looked past her. "I couldn't resist. I just had to see what you've done with the place."

"Not much," Syd responded. "I thought it looked pretty great like it was."

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment then," her visitor said. "I used to live up here."

"Oh," Syd said quickly. "You're Mia."

"Yeah, Mia Storm," she introduced herself.

"Well, you took great care of the place," Syd said, with a cordial smile.

"We look out for each other around here," Mia said, as her tone seemed to tell Syd that it wasn't completely inviting. "It's very close-knit."

"I can imagine," Syd said, keeping her smile.

"One thing I think you'll learn is that it's very hard for outsiders to get comfortable here."

"I'm already comfortable," Syd said.

"Well, I'm not," Mia said, finally cutting to the chase.

She stood right in front of Syd, who was forced to look up at her.

"Excuse me?"

"I saw you earlier today talking to Barrett," Mia said. "I saw you flirting with him and I'm here to tell you that he's taken. The reason I gave up this apartment, is because my nights are spent in his bed and I don't like competition."

"Hold on," Syd said, as she walked backwards away from Mia a bit. "I think you've got the wrong idea. I have no interest in Barrett Van Tigue, other than the fact that he can pay my bills."

"I saw you."

"That was just me being nice. I promise you," Syd said.

"We'll see," Mia said, as she walked through the open doorway, without looking back at Syd.

Syd took a deep breath. She had only been at Purgatory for a short time and she had already made an enemy. This enemy, however, was one she couldn't afford to have.


"I'm sorry," Isinia said to her husband.

Cruger paced around the room, as he sighed. They were now alone in the Commander's office.

"It's not your fault. You couldn't keep him hostage and I never wanted you to," Cruger said.

"He started asking questions and I couldn't lie to him after he heard the news report," Isinia said.

"It's okay. I'm glad you came back early actually," Cruger said as he walked up to her, feeling her growing stomach. "How are you?"

"I'm doing okay," Isinia said. "The stares from the humans are lessening. I think they're all expecting me to pop out a rottweiler or something."

"I had intended to whisk you off to Andruss III sooner or later," Cruger said. "There's much more diversity there. I can't promise a house, but the Supreme Commander's got a pretty nice place."

"I'm surprised," Isinia said. "You've always been so determined to keep roots here on Earth, or has that changed?"

"Things are changing quickly," Cruger said, with a sigh. "Earth has been home to me ever since I left Sirius for good. But, Andruss III is the home of the Supreme Commander. It also happens to be the place where the Galactic Council will be meeting for Sky's hearing."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Isinia asked, looking curiously.

"Obviously, I'll be there for most of it to support Sky. I hope you will too," Cruger said, with a curious gaze.

"What are you getting at?" Isinia asked, sensing there was more to his statement.

"Sky needs an advocate for his hearing," Cruger said finally.

Isinia looked shocked and immediately started shaking her head.

"You can't think that I..."

"Isinia, you can do this," Cruger said.

"No, I can't. I can barely walk straight thanks to this load I'm carrying," Isinia said. "I'm not an advocate."

"But, you've had the legal training. You wanted to become a victim's advocate ever since we met back home on Sirius. You've always told me that," Cruger said.

"Things change," Isinia said. "I haven't picked up a law book in years. After everything that happened with Gruumm and then running the shelter last year, I've moved on from that childish dream. Besides, Sky's not exactly a victim."

"I know that. But, you can refresh your memory on the S.P.D. rule book and you can do this," Cruger said. "It's just a hearing. He's not on trial."

"He might as well be," Isinia said. "If he's found guilty by the Council, they can send him to prison. I honestly don't think I can have that weight on my hands."

"I can understand if you want to say no. I just hope you won't," Cruger said.

"You should get a professional, Doggie. It would do more good to Sky in the long run," she said.

"This hearing doesn't require a professional advocate. We just need someone to sell Sky's case to the Council. You can do that."

"I barely know Sky," Isinia said.

"You know him and S.P.D. Earth better than any other advocate would. You were there when Omallix was destroyed. I need someone who can convince them that what Sky did was justified. You've convinced me of more things than I can count. I know having your voice in that hearing would make a difference," Cruger said. "You're still a few months away from delivering. The hearing will only take a few weeks. The shelter is empty."

Isinia took a deep breath. "Why do I let you talk me into things?"

"Because you love me," Cruger chimed in.

"I'll only do it if Sky agrees. You know, you'd be much better as Sky's advocate," Isinia said, with a smile.

"I would, but I'll no doubt be called as a witness and being the Supreme Commander presents a few conflicts of interest," Cruger said.

"And being his wife doesn't?" Isinia inquired.

"They can't argue with talent and I've seen you in action. You'll have Sky back on the battlefield in no time," Cruger said, hugging her.

Isinia let out a deep breath, wondering if she could deliver on her husband's major expectations.


As the Blast Buggy zoomed towards Triforia, Quinn felt a bit queasy. It had nothing to do with visiting the respected planet and everything to do with Bridge's piloting of the new vehicle. He was a kid with a new toy for sure, Quinn thought. The cockpit of the vehicle was so small that there was only one seat for the pilot. Quinn and Sophie had been standing the entire voyage, which hadn't taken more than an hour. Quinn peeked out one of the side windows and noticed the tan-colored planet coming into view. As they flew past the purple moon, Quinn couldn't help but enjoy the ride, despite the conflicts they left behind on Earth.

As the Blast Buggy descended into the atmosphere of Triforia, the three S.P.D. Rangers took in the scenery, as Bridge piloted the Buggy, in flight mode, towards their landing destination, which had already been transmitted to them while in space. Sophie made a note of a slight static from the Triforian communications, a sign that their technical difficulties weren't a hundred percent solved.

Quinn took a few extra glances at the Triforian temple as they passed it. The pyramid-shaped structure looked stunning, even in the daylight, which on Triforia seemed a bit brown. The temple was considered one of the most visited monuments in the galaxy. Many Triforians visited the temple to meditate in times of crisis and the youth of the planet were often taken there to help calm their minds and spirits to keep their three personalities in harmony.

The Blast Buggy flew deeper into the city passing many of the structures, which all seemed to be set up in threes, except for one. Quinn saw the gray building with the S.P.D. insignia emblazoned on the front and he knew they had reached their destination.

As the Blast Buggy descended towards the ground, Bridge activated the controls, switching from flight mode to surface mode. The wheels of the Blast Buggy, which had been lifted on their sides to hover in space, slowly began to slide back into place. The Buggy landed with a bit of a clunk, as it landed on all four tires.

"Well, I have to say that landing was practically perfect," Bridge said.

"Which is more than I can say for the rest of the ride," Quinn said, as he headed towards the back hatch.

"Hey!" Bridge replied, as he unbuckled.

Sophie chuckled as she followed Quinn to the hatch. She grabbed a portable maintenance kit and slid its strap over her shoulder. The hatch opened and Quinn was the first one out. He immediately saw four beings heading over to them. They were all coming from the direction of Triforia's S.P.D. Headquarters. Sophie and Bridge were right behind him. They saluted as their hosts arrived.

"Officers, welcome," the oldest of the four said.

He wore the uniform of an S.P.D. Commander and they knew he was. Commander Trixx was known for his battle prowess and his unwavering Triforian spirit. Bridge shook his hand and was proud that Earth's tradition had caught on here.

"Commander Trixx, it's nice to meet you," Bridge said. "I'm Officer Bridge Carson. This is Officer Quinn Gray and Sophie. We're honored to be visiting. It's our first time."

"We're glad to have you. I'm very anxious to get that new communications reflector installed. As you can imagine, we've all been very worried that we'll miss another call for help," Trixx explained.

As he spoke to Bridge, Quinn couldn't help but notice the Triforian Officers behind Trixx. They didn't seem too worried, he thought to himself. They all seemed extremely calm, as they stood with their arms behind their backs perfectly postured. Their uniforms were much more sedate than what he was used to on Earth. They wore the same navy-blue color, but instead of the colored stripe down their left arms, they wore colored sashes across their chests, each representing their Ranger colors. Like all S.P.D. Officers, their uniforms featured the traditional S.P.D. badge.

"Let me introduce our S.P.D. Officers," Trixx said, as he turned to the trio. First, he pointed to the officer wearing the red sash. He was the tallest of the three. "This is Officer Geltran, our Red Ranger."

Geltran was taller than the Earth Rangers were for sure. His black, close-cropped hair was perfectly placed and his deeply tanned skin was the normal tone for a Triforian. Like all Triforians, including his Commander and teammates, he sported the trifold mark over his left eye.

"It is a pleasure," Geltran spoke, in a confident, yet friendly tone.

"And this is Officer Trename," Commander Trixx spoke, as he gestured towards the male in the middle.

He was shorter than Geltran and if Bridge had to guess, he would have surmised he was the youngest of the trio. He certainly didn't look any older than fifteen, even though Bridge knew that Triforians weren't allowed to serve until they reached full adulthood. Trename didn't say much. He simply nodded in greeting. Bridge smiled as he noticed Trename's blue sash. S.P.D. Earth's trio of heroes nodded in return.

"And finally is Officer Zex," Commander Trixx said, as he gestured towards the officer on the end.

The only female of the crew, Zex had long, flowing dark hair. A few of her locks were styled to fall over her left eye, which kept her Triforian marking unseen, although Bridge knew it was there. She had a tough smile, one he had come to enjoy seeing in his own friend, Z Delgado. Like Z, Zex was Triforia's Yellow Ranger. He could tell from his telepathic senses that she was no pushover. In fact, they all seemed hardened, professional, even in their thoughts. It was symbolic of the Triforians as a whole, always in balance.

"Well, it's nice to meet all of you," Bridge said. "We should probably get a look at your communications systems."

"Of course, I'll show you the way," Trixx said, as he began to lead them towards the S.P.D. base.

"I'll need some help with the reflector," Quinn spoke up.

Officer Geltran turned to Trename.

"Trename will assist you in whatever you need," Geltran said.

Quinn nodded in thanks, as Trename followed him back into the Blast Buggy. Bridge kept pace with Commander Trixx as he talked on their way into the base. Geltran was not far behind. A few paces behind him, Sophie walked. She began to notice Officer Zex's eyes focused on her. She glanced at her curiously.

"So, it's just Sophie?" Zex asked, as she admired Sophie's baggy black jumpsuit. "You're not an Officer?"

"No," Sophie said quietly.

"So, you're still a cadet?"

"Uh, not really. I'm a technician, just a temporary Ranger until a permanent replacement can be found for the pink powers," Sophie explained.

"Hmm," Zex said, a bit sarcastically. "Temp Rangers? I didn't know such an animal existed. They must have trouble keeping full-time Officers on Earth these days."

"Why do you say that?" Sophie asked, feeling a bit offended.

"Well, you haven't even graduated from the Academy and they're already handing you the zord. I heard your Yellow Ranger just died, but jeez. Next thing you know, they'll be making the janitor a Ranger," Zex said with a smirk.

A few paces ahead of them, Geltran had heard every word. He glanced back at the females.

"Zex, cut it out," he said, as they continued inside.

Sophie stopped, allowing Zex and Geltran to get quite a ways ahead of her. She looked disappointed as she stared at the floor, feeling all of her confidence dissipate in a matter of moments.


Back on Earth, inside the Delta Command Base, Piggy walked. As he walked past an E-Squad cadet, who nodded, Piggy simply kept mumbling to himself. He had been walking, thinking and even talking in circles around himself ever since he committed what he knew was the greatest atrocity of his life. It wasn't supposed to be this way, he thought. He killed one of his only friends, probably his only friend and worst of all, no one seemed to suspect he had anything to do with it.

For a murderer, getting away with the crime was a dream come true. But for Piggy, it was almost unbearable. Part of him wanted to march right up to Supreme Commander Cruger and confess to what he had done. At least then he'd be at the mercy of Space Patrol Delta. In his current situation, he was still at the mercy of the people he owed. Sure, they claimed that his debt would be absolved if he did what they asked, but he had no idea if they would stick to their word. They were more like him and he knew that his word was no good, especially now.

Piggy turned a corner, trying to get to his room as fast as he could. He knew he had to pack his bags and leave this place for good. Leaving Newtech City was his only option. But as he turned the corner, he couldn't ignore the sound of a sobbing child. Several meters down the corridor, he saw the redhead slumped on the floor, with his knees pulled tight against his chest, as he cried into them. Piggy took a deep breath and began walking forward, knowing the cruel fates were obviously going to punish him, even if the law wasn't.

"I guess you heard," Piggy said, somberly as he looked down at Sam.

"Leave me alone," Sam mumbled.

"Of course, kid. Sure," Piggy said, as he began to walk past Sam.

It was then that Piggy noticed the large golden plaque on the wall opposite Sam. It was Jack's memorial plaque. Piggy took a deep breath as he read it.

In Tribute to Jack Landors...
Forever a Friend, Forever a Ranger, Forever S.P.D.
Forever Missed
(2006-2026)

Piggy couldn't help but notice the prominent crack in the plaque. He remembered Z telling him that she asked that no one fix it because it fit Jack more since it was damaged, but still standing. Piggy sighed. He had to get out of there. Everything reminded him of her.

"Why didn't they tell me?"

Piggy turned as he heard Sam's muffled words, through his tears. Piggy nodded his head. His eyes shot up into the ceiling, as he mentally cursed the heavens for putting him in this situation. Although, he truly knew that it was his actions that got him to this point in his life.

"Look, kid. They were just trying to protect you, I'm sure," Piggy said.

"I don't need protection. How could they not tell me? She was...she was like family."

"I'm sorry," Piggy said, more sincerely than Sam could ever know.

"I can't believe she's gone," Sam said.

"Me either, kid," Piggy said, as he took a deep breath. "Me either."


Inside the main hosting area of the Purgatory lounge, Syren Dean took a look around. She hadn't had the opportunity to really explore the place before her first performance. It almost looked like a completely different place in the daytime. The booths were empty, as were the tables. The stage was quiet, except for her pianist, Rogi, who was making sure the instrument was in tune for their next performance.

She smiled over at him and the alien man gave her a gentle wave. At that moment, she heard a few glasses clang together near the large bar on the left side of the stage. She watched as she saw Mia Storm stand up behind the bar. She had been hunched over in the cabinets below. She looked around and her eyes stopped when they reached Syren Dean. While Syd offered a small smile, Mia offered a steely gaze that showed her contempt. Syd sighed and stepped onto the stage, walking over to the piano.

Syd glanced at Rogi, the first real friend she had met at Purgatory. Honestly, in her lifetime she hadn't befriended many aliens and she didn't know why. Now, she was amongst humans and felt strange around all of them. Rogi looked almost like a robot, with his wooden-like skin. Syd had encountered his race a few years before.

She remembered B-Squad had responded to Troobians stealing gold from the World Gold Depository. Syd had helped to free the guard that morning. He was clearly from the same planet as Rogi. Syd smiled a bit as she thought back to that memory. It was the first day that they had encountered the Omega Ranger, future Sam, in his light form. He had come to their aid and took out a group of Krybots all on his own. Syd missed Sam. She missed a lot.

"She's got daggers for you, Syren," Rogi said as he nodded towards Mia behind the bar.

Syd nodded in agreement as she glanced back over at Mia, who was now busy wiping down the bar.

"I don't think there's anything I can do about it," she said back. "I tried talking to her, but she thinks I'm after Barrett."

"It's a natural response," Rogi said. "They haven't been together for very long."

"Oh?"

Rogi nodded his head, as he began to whisper to Syren.

"No. Just a few months. If you ask me, I don't think it's love anyway," Rogi explained. "It's more...convenience."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, I'm not one to gossip. I shouldn't be saying anything, actually. I guess when you've been around here long enough, you just pick up on things," Rogi said.

"I can understand that. Now that I've signed a contract, I guess I'll be around for a while myself," Syd said.

"Do you mind if I ask why?" Rogi said, turning the questions on his new friend. "Not many singers want to stick around here. Eastern Newtech isn't Hollywood."

"I know that," Syd responded. "Maybe I'm looking to get out of the spotlight."

"There has to be more to it than that for a pretty young woman like yourself," Rogi said.

"I just want to sing a song or two," Syd said, as she glanced back at Mia, who was again giving her an angry gaze. "I wish I could get Mia to realize that."

"We all have our reasons and I have a feeling there's more to yours than that," Rogi said.

"What about you?" Syd asked, in an attempt to change the subject. "Why are you here?"

"Honestly, I came here to prove a point," Rogi explained. "When my family and I first came to Earth, I indulged a bit too much in alcohol. We didn't have the stuff on my homeworld. I developed a habit. My wife and my daughters tried to help me. It took my son running away to finally get me to wake up. I got sober and I took the job here to prove to them that I could be this close and still not take another drink."

Syd listened intently.

"Unfortunately," Rogi continued. "It was too late. They found out about the job and they left me. That was two years ago. I've been here ever since."

"That's terrible," Syd said. "Why didn't you go after them?"

"I don't know," Rogi said. "I guess I'm still trying to prove it to myself. I'll admit I got attached to this place too. You be careful, Syren. A pretty, vibrant young woman like you should never get attached to Purgatory."

Syd nodded to him and looked back over at Mia. She was clearly attached to Purgatory and, like Rogi, Syd was beginning to realize that it probably wasn't a good thing.


Inside the Triforian S.P.D. Command Center, Quinn was surprised that it didn't look much different from the one on Earth. The main control console in the middle of the room was identical. The commander's station was simpler. It was a single chair and desk. It looked almost out of place amongst the futuristic technology. Quinn glanced over at Bridge and Sophie who were diligently working to secure the communications reflector, while the trio of Triforian Officers watched. He remembered Cruger's request that they investigate the Barconian incident.

"So," Quinn called out to the Officers. "What exactly happened the day that the equipment malfunctioned and you missed the call from the Barconians?"

"Well, we were out training," Geltran explained. "Afterwards, we came in here and our communications technician said that she was getting static."

"Lots of static," Zex added.

"Our sensors picked up the Barconian convoy in orbit," Trename explained. "We figured we should check it out since they were late for their delivery."

"We were already on our way when we finally got the call in," Geltran said. "That's why I don't understand why the Barconians are so upset over it. We did our best."

"We can't help it that the equipment malfunctioned," Zex added, a bit annoyed. "Besides, when the call finally did come through it was just some Barconian screaming 'partok' over and over again. We didn't know what that meant. If they were coming to Triforia, they could have at least had their translators working."

"Zex, stay calm," Geltran patted his female teammate on the shoulder.

Quinn thought to himself that it was too bad the Barconians weren't headed for Earth. If their S.P.D. had heard the call, they might have been able to help. After all, he knew the Barconian language. The word 'partok' meant help. Quinn winced internally.

"Like Trename said," Geltran spoke again. "We were already on our way when their distress call came in clear enough to make out. If our equipment had worked, we would have gotten there sooner and might have been able to help."

"We would have helped," Zex said, smugly.

"Whoever attacked them must have been following them or waiting for them," Trename explained. "They probably didn't have a lot of time."

From the communications station, Bridge listened intently. He kept getting some strange sensations from his psychic abilities. Part of him wished that Commander Trixx were here. There was usually solidarity amongst Ranger teammates and he certainly sensed that. But, their commanding officer might have been able to help him make more sense of his feelings by presenting a possible dissenting opinion.

At that moment, Bridge glanced back at Sophie and caught her staring at Zex.

"Something wrong?" he whispered.

"Nothing," Sophie mumbled, as she went back to work on communications reflector.


Inside his quarters in Earth's Delta Command Base, Sky Tate was all alone. It was becoming a permanent situation for him. He knew that his upcoming hearing would further decide his future. He would either return to active duty, leading his team of Officers in loyal service to S.P.D. or he would be headed to prison, a facility where he would be forced to mingle with the kind of criminals he vowed to defeat. Sky shook his head as he thought of the possibility. A possibility that was becoming more distinct as time went on. The doors to his room slid open and he turned to see Supreme Commander Cruger enter.

"Supreme Commander," Sky greeted Cruger, with the traditional salute.

"At ease, Sky," Cruger responded.

"Have you heard anything more about the hearing?" Sky asked quickly.

"The Galactic Council is scheduled to meet in a week to deal with the hearing," Cruger said. "We'll be leaving for Andruss III a day or so before."

"We?"

"Yes, I'll be accompanying you. I have a feeling Bridge and Quinn will want to be there as well," Cruger said.

Sky sighed.

"I'm not sure I want them there. With everything that's happened with Z...," Sky spoke with an emotion that conveyed his sadness that Z was gone and his disappointment that he was unable to do anything about it.

"I know," Cruger said. "But, it's times like this where it's better to stick together and that brings me to my visit. Your new advocate will also be making the trip with us."

"My advocate," Sky said, looking curiously. "You found someone?"

"Yes," Cruger said. "I believe I've found the perfect candidate."

Cruger turned away from the doorway and motioned for his companion to walk in. Sky looked confused as he saw Isinia Cruger enter.

"What's going on?" Sky said, as he looked more confused.

"I've asked Isinia to be your advocate," Cruger said.

"Are you joking?" Sky said the first thing that entered his mind. "No disrespect to you, Mrs. Cruger, but this doesn't make sense. Are you trying to send me to prison?"

"Sky, just listen," Cruger said. "Isinia trained to become an advocate back on Sirius, before she was abducted by Gruumm."

"It's true, Sky. I'm familiar with the proceedings. I just have to look into the specific rules and regulations that S.P.D. has come up with and I'm confident I can do the job, if you want me to," Isinia explained.

"I need a lawyer!" Sky said, more sternly.

"No, lawyers do not make the best advocates in this situation, Sky. You need someone who knows you and knows the situation and knows that you would never willingly disobey S.P.D. regulations without cause," Cruger said.

"Are you sure you can do this?" Sky spoke directly to Isinia.

"I'm not saying it won't be a struggle. It's going to be difficult for anyone to convince the Council, but Anubis believes in me and I believe in myself. I wouldn't take on the responsibility if I weren't confident in my abilities, Sky," Isinia said.

Sky turned away from them and paced towards his window. He couldn't help but peek out there. He saw a couple walking on the street below. He nodded his head, thinking of their freedom, thinking of Syd. Sky closed his eyes for a moment.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea," Sky said, as he turned back to the Crugers. "...But I don't have much choice. I'd feel more comfortable putting my faith in the two of you than a stranger."

Cruger put a proud arm around Isinia.

"Thank you, Sky," Cruger said. "You won't regret this. Together, we can beat these charges."

Sky nodded in agreement, but deep down he was scared, scared because the charges were real and because his actions last year weren't something he could run from, no matter how much he wished he could turn back time.


Kat walked towards the Command Center. Even before the doors slid open in front of her, she dreaded going inside. Ever since she had turned the corner, she had smelled him. He was in there. She was sure of it. Her keen sense of smell had tipped her off. Sure enough, as she looked inside the Command Center, there he was, working at an aft station. Kat walked in and nodded to Ghiren and Niyako, who were both working at the two stations at Kat's right. She glanced over at Pryce Jensen who was working at one of the stations on her left.

Kat strolled into her position at the main control console and began keying in a few commands to check the status of things as her duty shift began. It was almost as if her mental stop watch had started. She wondered just long it would be until he said something.

"Dr. Manx," Pryce called out, as he turned to her.

That didn't take long at all, Kat thought to herself.

"Yes, Dr. Jensen?"

"I hope you don't mind I was just doing a little zord research," Pryce explained.

"S.P.D.'s Chief of Technology is allowed to use the Command Center for any purpose," Kat said.

"Did you get that from your handbook?" Pryce said, with a cocky grin.

Kat looked over at him and saw deep into his eyes.

"Are you mocking me?" Kat said rather loudly.

Ghiren and Niyako both glanced at each other from their consoles for a moment, before returning to their duties.

"I would never be that bold," Pryce said, with a smile.

"You're bold enough, Dr. Jensen. But let me tell you something. Sooner or later, I'm going to become the Commander of this base and when that happens you are going to be in major trouble because I'm not going to take this attitude," Kat said.

"Attitude?" Pryce looked confused. "I think you're misreading me."

"I think I'm reading you just fine. I don't have time for a new friendship. I'm sorry if that sounds harsh," Kat said.

"Who said I wanted friendship?" Pryce said.

Kat could feel her intrigued annoyance with him growing.

"Commanders aren't supposed to have friends anyway, are they?" Pryce said, sarcastically.

"Well your friendship is one I wouldn't mind sacrificing to become S.P.D. Earth's Commander," Kat shot back.

It was then that it hit her. Kat had finally realized what she had been missing in the simulation. It was so simple that it couldn't be the answer, or could it? It was something she never thought of. She was sure of that.

"I have to go," Kat spoke quickly to Niyako. "Contact me if there's trouble."

"Yes, Dr. Manx," Niyako responded, as Kat headed for the door.

Pryce watched her go, seeing her briefly stop for a moment in the doorway. She looked back at him for only a split second and then walked off. Pryce looked a bit confused.

"Was it something I said?" he spoke aloud.


On Triforia, Bridge strolled into the Officer's Rec Room. It wasn't like any Rec Room he was used to. It looked more like a library. The walls were lined with shelves of books. They didn't have a food bar. There was one simple food dispenser. Bridge scrolled through the available menu and noticed they didn't have what he was looking for.

"Note to self: Always bring your own toast on missions to other planets," Bridge spoke.

The doors to the Rec Room opened again and Bridge glanced over to see Sophie walking in, carrying a piece of circuitry. She slumped down onto one of the couches in the room. Bridge sat next to her.

"Wow. If I didn't know better I would have totally thought you were human just now. What's the matter?" he asked.

"I don't think I like it here," Sophie said. "It's that Zex. I keep feeling like every time I talk to her she's putting me down, without actually putting me down."

"They are kinda smug, I guess," Bridge said. "But then again, look around. If we were stationed here, I guess we'd be the same way."

"Yeah. I guess I just felt that being Pink Ranger I'd get a little more respect, you know?"

"Of course. But, I guess they feel like you haven't paid your dues. This is actually your first real mission as Pink Ranger," Bridge said.

"A mission where we're not even gonna morph," Sophie said. "It's not fair."

"That's no reason to strangle her with that cord," Bridge said to her.

Sophie looked at Bridge strangely.

"What?"

"That cord you're holding. You're not planning a homicide are you?"

"Of course not," Sophie chuckled. "I was actually bringing this to you to take a look at. I was on my way to toss the old communications reflector and I noticed this."

Sophie handed Bridge the cord and he examined the part of the cord that seemed burned.

"Looks fried," Bridge said.

"Yeah," Sophie said. "But look a little closer. It looks almost like someone tampered with it on purpose."

"What makes you say that?" Bridge said, as physically looked closer. "Any kind of systems overload could have caused this kind of damage."

"I don't think so," Sophie said, as she began pointing at some small slits in the wire casing. "You see those. That wasn't caused by some power overload. It's almost like someone was trying to cut at the cord. I think this was done on purpose."

"We can't make any accusations based on this, Sophie," Bridge said. "We need more evidence. Not to mention, we'd also need motive. Why would the Triforian S.P.D. crew purposely tamper with their communications technology?"


Inside the Purgatory lounge, Mia Storm was making sure that every glass was perfectly placed behind the bar. She took pride in her work, no matter what it was. She had to admit she had become a very good waitress and rather popular. She felt proud of that, because it meant happiness. She was happy for having a place to work and Barrett was happy to know she was dedicated to her work. She couldn't help but look up as she heard footsteps approaching. The sun might have been setting, but she knew the lounge wouldn't officially open for a few more hours.

As she glanced across the bar, she saw that it was indeed a fellow employee, their newest, Syren Dean, who took a seat at the bar, directly in front of Mia.

"If you order a drink, you will still have to pay for it," Mia said quickly.

"I don't want a drink," Syd said. "I want to talk."

"About what?" Mia said, a bit annoyed.

"About this misunderstanding between us."

"I don't feel like I'm misunderstanding," Mia said. "You were flirting with Barrett and you got caught. Now you wanna play nice? I'll pass."

"Mia, I'm not here for Barrett. Don't you get it? I have no interest in Barrett Van Tigue. I'm through with love. I can guarantee you that," Syd said, sincerely.

"Sounds like trouble," Mia said.

"Well, let's just say I left a lot of baggage behind that I'm not trying to replace," Syd said. "Besides, Barrett's not even my type."

"When most women see his bank statements, Barrett becomes their type," Mia said, as she raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not looking to hone in on your territory, Mia," Syd said. "We probably have more in common than you think."

Despite knowing it was true, Mia didn't respond. She simply gave her an icy gaze. Eventually, she watched Syren walk away. Mia knew a lot about having baggage left behind. But unlike Syren Dean, Mia wanted her baggage back, desperately and she knew that Barrett Van Tigue was the only one who could help her.


Inside his office in the back of the lounge, Barrett Van Tigue was sitting at his desk, watching his computer terminal, which was showing him a video replay of Syren Dean's performance in the club. Barrett was almost mesmerized by her. After seeing her in action again, he was very proud of acquiring her talents. The door to his office opened and he saw a familiar face peek inside.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure, V. Come on in," he said, as his associate, known as Lady Vishus, walked in.

A bodyguard by trade, Lady Vishus had the power to instantly take control of any room she entered. That was a testament to her domineering presence. She wasn't particularly imposing, physically, but her skills more than made up for her petite appearance. She wore a black pantsuit, with no blouse underneath. In fact, she usually wore nothing underneath her buttoned blazer. It matched her jet-black hair, which was accented with one streak of white.

Her look was unique and Barrett liked that. Everywhere he went, Lady Vishus stuck out. He never minded telling the world that he was protected and she was a definite protector. He noticed she was without her usual cane, which she never used for walking. Instead, she carried some papers.

"What's going on?" Barrett asked.

"How long have I worked for you, Barrett?"

"Six years now," Barrett said, with a smile, wondering where this line of questioning was going.

"So, why wasn't I informed that you were keeping this Syren Dean around?"

"I thought you said she passed the background check," Barrett said.

"She passed enough to sing here for a night, Barrett. I can't find any information on this girl from before five years ago. It's like she just showed up out of nowhere. It raises some red flags with me," Vishus explained.

"I'm not worried about Syren Dean," Barrett said. "Have you seen her? She's not exactly a threat to me. She's just a singer."

"She's not a threat to me either, but we have to be careful," Vishus said. As she spoke, she barely moved her lips, never expending more energy than was needed to complete any given task. "What do you really know about her?"

"Not much, but I definitely plan on changing all of that," Barrett said. "And with you to protect me, I have nothing to worry about."

"Well, that's because you pay me to do the worrying," Vishus said.

"And you're wonderful at it," Barrett said as he stood up and grabbed his blazer, putting it on.

A knock was heard at the office door.

"Yes?" Barrett called out.

The old-fashioned door opened and Barrett saw his right-hand, the alien Prax walk in.

"Well, the gang's all here," Barrett said, with a smile. "What's up, Prax?"

"I just received a call," Prax said. "There's a meeting I think you should take tonight."

"That's fine, Prax," Barrett replied. "Let's get the doors open and some butts in the seats and then I'll slip out for a little business."

"Just let me know when," Lady Vishus said, as she walked out.

Prax watched her leave.

"What's wrong with her?"

"She's worried about my safety. What else is new?"

"Does she have reason to?" Prax asked.

"Syren Dean," Barrett said finally. "I tell you, Prax, I had no idea hiring a new singer for the club would cause such a stir."

"Don't worry, sir," Prax said. "You just have to give the hens a little time to adjust to a new addition in the hen house."

"Watch out, Prax. You're starting to sound human," Barrett said, as he chuckled.


Kat Manx once again found herself faced with the Firewall Massacre. She stood in the spot that she had come to expect to see Doggie Cruger in. This time, she had a feeling that she knew what to do. Her thoughts veered to Cruger once more, as she knew he was monitoring from outside the simulator. She took in her surroundings, noticing that all of the technicians were in their proper positions and the simulation of Pryce Jensen was at her side. They were all doing their duty and it was time for her to do hers, as much as it killed her.

"The fire wave will reach us in two minutes!" Ghiren shouted.

Kat phased out the sounds of the alarms as she heard Ghiren's voice yelling. She glanced at the main control console's holographic display showing her the S.P.D. Rangers racing towards the Command Center and away from the approaching firewall.

It was just like before. Like clockwork, Kat heard the succession of beeps coming from the console where Pryce was working. She closed her eyes gently, trying to keep one step ahead again.

"We've got a problem," Pryce yelled to her.

"What is it?" Kat said, knowing what he was about to say.

"The shield systems for the Delta Command Base are malfunctioning," Pryce said, looking confused. "Give me an extra minute or two to get them working."

"The wave will reach us in 72 seconds," Ghiren shouted. "It will reach the Rangers in 60."

"They're not going to make it," Kat mumbled to herself.

This time, she knew that statement was all too correct. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and took a deep breath before opening them.

"Niyako, make another announcement. We need to get everyone onto the Academy grounds if not into the base, so the shields will protect them. Tell the Rangers they have less than a minute," Kat ordered, before turning to Pryce.

"You have one minute to pull those shields up, Jensen. Not a minute more," Kat said.

Without looking up from his work, he nodded in agreement. Kat patiently waited. She could feel her nerves heightened. She was so used to doing something. But now, she had to sit back and watch.

"Fire wave impact in 32 seconds," Ghiren yelled out.

"The Rangers are calling in," Niyako yelled to Kat. "They're not going to make it!"

"Shields are back online!" Pryce yelled.

"We have all of the evacuees within the shield perimeter," Niyako spoke up from her station.

"Fire wave impact in 13 seconds," Ghiren shouted.

"Activate the shields," Kat said, as she took a deep breath, watching the simulation. The Rangers' vehicles hadn't made it there yet, but the shield was going up.

Kat's eyes closed, as she heard the dome shielding completely close, effectively locking the Rangers out. She felt the slight rumbling under her feet, as the wave passed over the Delta Command Base, leaving ash and destruction in its wake. But, everyone within those shields was fine. Kat opened her eyes, just as the simulation disappeared around her. She again watched as the doors slid open and Supreme Commander Cruger walked in. She watched him intently as he walked right up to her, handing her the LCD pad.

"Congratulations," Cruger said. "You passed."

"I can't believe it," Kat said, a bit surprised and a bit angered. "That was the answer all along? I had to sacrifice the Rangers?"

"The toughest job that any Commander faces is the fact that those they order into battle may not return," Cruger said solemnly. "It's an inevitable consequence of command. You had to experience it. It's tough and it's horrifying, I know."

"I know it was just a simulation, but I had to sacrifice my friends. I consider S.P.D. my family," Kat said. "I'm not sure I could make that decision again, if the circumstances were real."

"You could," Cruger said. "I know it feels like you never would, but when the fate of the planet you're sworn to protect is in danger, you have to do your duty and the duty of the Commander is to make sure that their planet is protected, not their Rangers. They know the risks and so do you. Those citizens that you chose to protect do not."

"Now that I have the job, I'm not sure I want it," Kat said, forcing a smile.

"With all of the turmoil around here, I wouldn't never fault you for turning it down," Cruger said.

"I would fault me for turning it down," Kat said finally. "It's time for me to stop sitting on the sidelines. I'm S.P.D. through and through. I may not like the rules, but I can't leave the game."

"Now, that sounds like S.P.D. Earth's new Commander," Cruger said.


On the grounds of Triforia's S.P.D. Headquarters, Quinn watched the three Officers sparring. He noticed that Geltran was the best out of the three. That was no surprise, given his status as Red Ranger. Zex too was rather strong. Trename missed a few more connecting shots than the others. At one point, Quinn saw him split into three separate beings, so that he could match the movements of his two teammates. Geltran immediately stopped the sparring exercise and looked at Trename.

"Hey! Hold yourself together, Trename," Geltran said angrily. "You know your Ranger powers don't work when you don't focus on keeping your personalities together."

"Yeah, I know," Trename responded. "I'm sorry."

"You have to get better," Zex said.

Out of the corner of his eye, Geltran saw Quinn watching their training. He patted Trename on the shoulder and smiled politely.

"It's okay. You'll try harder, Trename. Won't you?"

"Of course," Trename responded.

The trio walked over to Quinn, as Bridge & Sophie joined them. Zex chuckled a bit at the arrival of Sophie.

"Finish with the maintenance, Sophie?" Zex asked, sarcastically.

"Hey!" Bridge said, sternly. "We're all on the same team here."

"Of course," Geltran said, as he turned to Zex. "Cool it."

"Sorry," Zex said to Sophie, insincerely.

She continued into the building, followed by Trename. Geltran wasn't far behind. As the three Triforians walked up the stairs, Bridge couldn't help but reach out to their minds with his telepathic powers, hearing Zex's thoughts.

'They're almost as whiny as the Barconians...partok...partok. I swear when I walked into the Command Center and heard that transmission, part of me didn't even want to respond.'

Bridge looked shocked. He looked to Sophie and Quinn, who both looked confused at what was wrong with Bridge.

"What is it?" Quinn asked.

"Guys, they're lying about the attack on the Barconian convoy. I'm sure of it," Bridge said.


On the top floor of S.P.D. Headquarters on Earth, Supreme Commander Cruger found Sam Hastings standing with his back leaning against a wall, next to the rooftop hatch. Cruger sighed, as he walked over to him, noticing his sad look.

"Sam, what are you doing here?"

"They won't let me go on the roof," Sam said, solemnly, as he pointed down the corridor at the two security officers standing guard.

"Sam, you can't," Cruger said.

"Why not? That's where it happened. I want to see where she fell," Sam said, as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Sam, I know that you're hurting. We're all hurting over what happened to Z. I have spent the last days thinking, wondering how I could have prevented what happened. But honestly, none of us could have prevented what happened to her," Cruger lied.

He knew that there was something he could have done to prevent it. But, he couldn't subject Sam to that.

"I just can't believe she's gone," Sam said. "She was all I had."

"Sam, I know it's going to take time, but I truly hope that you realize that we all care about you and we all want to be there for you, if you'll have us," Cruger said.

Sam looked up into Cruger's eyes. For some reason, he was a bit unsettled by what he saw. Sam was a better judge of character than he thought. He got the same uneasy feeling from Piggy hours earlier. It was a feeling he never got from Z. He simply nodded along with Cruger, knowing he would never get him to see Sam as anything more than a kid.


Piggy found himself once again walking down a now-familiar street in the twilight. He was nervous, as he usually was when hanging around the East Side of Newtech City. It was then that he saw the limousine approaching. The doors opened and he saw his familiar green friend sitting inside. Piggy jumped in and closed the doors, as the limo pulled off again.

"Hey there, buddy," Piggy said, sarcastically, never taking his eyes off his debtor.

"Piggy, I hear that you were successful in completing the task that we set forth for you."

"Of course. I can't deal with this debt anymore," Piggy said. "I feel awful."

"Well, I'm here to officially tell you that your debt to me is clear," the alien male in the white pants patted Piggy on the back.

"Good," Piggy said, half-surprised.

He found it hard to believe that this was going to be it. The limo came to a stop. Piggy glanced out the tinted windows and although it was getting darker by the minute, he was sure this wasn't the spot where he had been picked up.

"What's going on?" he asked his companion.

"Well, my boss just wanted to thank you in person."

The door to the limo opened and Piggy was not surprised by who entered the limo. In fact, he was expecting it. As the fellow sat on the seat opposite Piggy, the alien attempted a cordial nod.

"Barrett, nice to see you again. It's been too long," Piggy said.

Barrett Van Tigue nodded, as he tapped the window behind him. The glass lowered and the face of Lady Vishus, wearing a black chauffeur's cap, turned to face him, casting her gold-colored eyes on Piggy for a second.

"Yes, sir?"

"Let's take a ride, V," Barrett said simply.

After a smile that sent shivers down Piggy's spine, Lady Vishus turned back around and the limo pulled off once again. Piggy had a sinking suspicion that his dealings with Prax, the alien man sitting next to him, and Barrett Van Tigue were not over yet.

"What's going on?" Piggy said. "I thought this whole debt thing was over."

"Well, Piggy, plans change, as I'm sure you know," Barrett said. "My plans have also been modified a bit. Now that you've eliminated one member of the S.P.D. Rangers, I feel that I'm closer than ever to getting what I want."

"Okay," Piggy said, cautiously. "Again, sounds like my role in this saga is over."

"But it's not," Barrett said quickly and seriously. "I need you inside S.P.D., Piggy. I need you to be there as my eyes and ears. I can't have S.P.D. on my trail. That could ruin my future. So, Piggy, I hope you don't have any travel plans. Because it looks like you're going to be living with S.P.D. for quite some time."

Piggy sighed, as he knew he was now in deeper than he ever wanted.


"I think you have a really good shot, Sky," Isinia spoke to him inside his quarters. "I've been checking the Galactic Council records and it's very rare that charges like this lead to guilty decisions from them."

"Really?" Sky said, curiously.

"Yes," Isinia said. "It's usually just an opportunity for the Council to weight in on major conflicts and send a message that they're in charge. And lucky for us, Omallix was pure evil, human or not. I'm going to be honest with you every step of the way and I want the same in return."

"Of course."

"Good," Isinia said, with a grin, as she headed for the door. "Then I think we have an understanding. Now, I have more research to do. I will see you tomorrow."

"Mrs. Cruger, thank you," Sky said.

Isinia nodded, acknowledging his thanks. Sky took a deep breath as he glanced out his window, seeing the sun was completely gone now. There was so much going on out there. His thoughts veered to her. He missed Syd and wondered where she could be. At that moment, he heard the communications system in his room sound. He walked over to the comm panel on the wall and pressed the button. Since he was not allowed to leave without an escort, Sky was surprised to hear the guard outside calling him instead of the other way around.

"What is it?" Sky spoke into the panel.

"Officer Tate, there's a woman here to see you," the security guard's voice came through.

Sky's mind raced for a second. Could it be? Was Syd back?

"Okay," he said, as he walked over to the door and straightened out his uniform.

Sky took a deep breath as the doors opened. He was even more shocked to see who the woman was standing before him.

"Mom?"

"Hello, son," she said, as she walked further in. "We need to talk."

TO BE CONTINUED IN...

"Guardian"
Cruger arrives on Triforia, after hearing Bridge's suspicions
concerning Triforia's S.P.D. and the attack on the Barconian
convoy. They are all surprised when Council Representative
Trecineas shows up, looking for answers as well. Kat settles
in as Commander, just as B-Squad is called into action alone
for the first time. Sky's mother proves to be a dominating
force, until Isinia steps in. Syd & Mia call a truce.