Bridge Carson, Secret Agent Extraordinaire

A.N: Well, I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. I want to say because this isn't a 'true' PR fic, that not all of the characters will be like what you see in the show. In fact, I think that many of them are OOC…but it is to be expected. I hope you can live with that! Most of the main characters are now introduced in this chapter. And also, I warn you, the chapter lengths are probably going to be a bit…random. Okay, not random, just really, really strange in that one week's chapter may be quite short, and then the next week's much, much longer. Or it could be the other way around. But however, I'll try not to make chapters shorter than two thousand words each. Maybe it'll drop to a thousand a week or two, or for a couple of chapters, but we'll see. Thanks for all the reviews last chapter, and once again, review and I'll see you next week!

Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers


Time: 0925, galactic standard time / Location: S.P.D. Central Command. Field HQ for all S.P.D. forces deployed in this sector of the galaxy.

Bridge whistled a mindless tune as he made his way down the shining, spotless halls of S.P.D. Central Command HQ from the docking bay, where he had came from. He passed by many other cadets or officers, some of who he knew, others he didn't. But the majority of them he knew. Some of them were Rangers, either coming back from a mission, or otherwise leaving on one to different parts of the galaxy, keeping order. Others were technicians, the people who Bridge thought weren't given enough attention for all the important work they did, fixing the HQ when things went down or wrong, or assisting the engineers in repairing damaged shuttles or equipment.

The HQ itself was a space station, and a state of the art one, with all the latest technology straight from the R&D labs. In fact, only S.P.D. Galaxy Command was more advanced than it, and for a good reason.

S.P.D. Galaxy Command was the HQ of all S.P.D. bases. Galaxy Command issued all the standardised technology, the current rules and regulations of S.P.D. and obeyed the order of the main governing body of the galaxy. In comparison, S.P.D. Central Command was the base of operations for S.P.D. operations, such as patrolling certain sectors of the galaxy, to launching raids on suspected facilities and keeping peace when or where Chimera didn't do so. Basically, S.P.D. Central Command oversaw the dirty grunt work whilst Galaxy Command oversaw the whole of S.P.D. as an organisation.

Walking out of the hallways and into the lobby of S.P.D. Central Command, Bridge was greeted by light music, a clean as always room, paintings hung up on the walls, and a sea of other beings who were in the lobby, all of them wearing either the white uniform of a technician/engineer, or the black-navy blue uniform of the cadets. There were a number of other people dressed in grey jackets with strips of colour wandering around as well: the Rangers. There were also numerous desks around the lobby, each having a person sitting there, and numerous halls and corridors behind them that led to different parts of the station.

"Hey big boy," the receptionist greeted flirtatiously as Bridge passed her towards the corridor to the offices where most of the higher ups made their decisions.

"Hi Lisa," he greeted. "How're things going?"

"Everything's gotten better now that you're here," she said with a wink.

"That's good," Bridge said absentmindedly, picking up the new flyer on the desk and reading through it, nodding as he did so. "Cruger wanted to see me?"

Lisa sighed, knowing her attempts at seducing Bridge had failed…again.

"Yes, he did. Very soon in fact," she said.

"Alright. Well, see ya later. Cruger's going to be mad if I'm late," Bridge said.

"Catch ya later, big boy!" Lisa called after him.

As Bridge proceeded down the hallways, he started to clean up his appearance, making sure that his uniform was tucked in, that his hair was neat, his gloves were on properly and that were no stains on his uniform. After all, the toast he had on the way back was buttered very well, and it could have soaked through. He also checked to make sure that the badge he wore was straight. Maybe that was a bit too far, but with Cruger, one never knew, and Bridge always thought it was better to be safe than sorry. But Cruger never took 'sorry' from anyone as well…

Cruger never tolerated anything less than perfection from his officers when it came to appearance, and God knows what would happen to him, the premier agent of the intelligence department, if he came in looking anything less than perfect.

Bridge, and many more as well, never quite understood why Cruger was so adamant about appearance. But they still respected him. Everyone respected Commander Cruger. After all, ever since he had taken the position of Commander (close to ten years ago), success rates for operation rates had skyrocketed up, and casualty rates among officers and cadets had dropped significantly (it should be noted that operational costs had also gone down, much to the many cadets displeasure as any of the operational costs savings were diverted to creating harder training courses).

A team of five harried looking officers ran out from the corridor ahead, all looking terrified. Bridge noted that it was similar to the look people had in when they were running in terror from missed bolts (as well as the looks the people at the facility had when they heard that it was going to be blown to high heaven), and assumed the worse, and that was that Cruger was in a bad mood.

Bridge saw the door to Cruger's office, and gulped, nervousness forming at the bottom of his stomach, from the fact that Cruger was in a bad mood and that he was talking to Cruger, who never ceased to be scary, despite having worked with him for quite awhile. He supposed that being a massive, big blue dog with sharp teeth was kind of a hard figure to not be scared of but nevertheless, he always used to and still did occasionally, especially after a mission. He stepped forward and placed his ID card against the scanner to the right of the door. It beeped once, twice, three times, and then the door opened.

When he entered, he saw Commander Cruger sitting at his desk, looking at and reading through the reports. Bridge saw that one of them was the copy of the letter he had taken from the facility on Nevlae Octavus. Sky Tate, a tall person with short-cropped blonde hair and second in command of S.P.D Central HQ, stood behind Cruger, his arms behind his back. He was a good friend of Bridge's, and still continued to be.

"Commander Cruger sir!" Bridge said, saluting.

"At ease," Cruger said, looking up. "Good to see you Carson. Good job with the facility last night."

"Thank you," Bridge replied, relaxing his stance.

"Sit, Carson," Cruger gruffly said, gesturing to a chair.

Bridge sat down as Sky walked up.

"Your report last night was all that was needed to seal the final nail to the coffin for Apex," said Sky. "It's all over the news right now."

He turned on the monitor on the wall to the left of Bridge, and the image of a reporter appeared on the screen, with images of the Apex Weapons Engineering facility he had infiltrated burning and then showing it as little more than a pile of burnt metal and ash. Firestorm torpedos were very devastating…

"In stunning news today, Apex Weapons Engineering was shut down. There are unconfirmed reports that the controversial company known for its brutal policies, was discovered to have dealings with terrorist organisations and were developing chemical weapons," said the reporter.

"In a raid on two of its facilities by S.P.D. and Chimera, the company has lost millions of dollars, and are on the verge of bankruptcy. However, it is rumoured that the very recently announced public conference by Gruumm Armaments, Inc. has something to do with the company. In other news…"

The drab tone of the reporter was cut off when Sky turned off the channel. He flicked over to a few other channels, all of which were reporting the incident, before finally turning off the monitor.

"Chimera, sir?" Bridge asked.

"Chimera too has raided another Apex facility, and also found the makings of chemical weapons as well as documents pertaining to their association with illegal terrorist groups," Cruger said sourly.

"I see sir…but I don't get how that is bad at all," Bridge said.

"I never said it was a bad thing," Cruger deadpanned. "I'm just saying that we do not always agree on the right things, as you would know by now."

Chimera was the name of the other galaxy police force. However, unlike S.P.D., they were rarely public faces and could barely be classified as 'police'. They stayed out of the public and media eye, and were more espionage and intelligence orientated than S.P.D., which did most things from law enforcement to intelligence. That much was obvious through Chimera's use of Black Ops squads to handle situations such as destruction of key targets, occasional policing and also as regular army grunts…even though they were admittedly a lot better trained and equipped than most planetary armies. Their Black Ops rivalled S.P.D.'s Rangers in terms of skill, coolness and sheer arrogance, all of which were trademarks of Rangers. Their agents, similar to Bridge, were seldom seen and used for complete destruction of facilities or otherwise near impossible missions. The two had never gotten along too well; with Chimera's tendency to use force more than S.P.D.'s relatively more peaceful ways, the two agencies often clashed with each other.

"And the conference announced by Gruumm Armaments?" Bridge asked.

"You'll be going, to keep an eye and ear out for things," Cruger said.

"When is it?"

"In ten hours. You have five to get ready, and it'll take five hours to get there. Dismissed," Cruger said.


Time: 1025 hours, galactic standard time / Location: Chimera Mobile HQ Phoenix, 17 light years from Miondi

Chimera's preference to stay out of the public eye was obvious in that it never had a fixed location. The agency's HQ was a mobile ship. In actual fact, the term ship didn't quite fit the description. At a staggering nine hundred and eighty four metres long, ship seemed quite inadequate for a vessel that size. In reality, the ship was really more of a mobile fortress that served as their HQ. It was named the Phoenix.

The Phoenix carried everything it needed within itself. Sleeping quarters, mess halls, recreational rooms and firing ranges were fairly normal for a ship to have. But the Phoenix even had a park, complete with a small stream and an artificial sky and sun, which changed according to the time of day. Complete with sporting areas, a pool and even a small shopping mall, the Phoenix was home for all its occupants.

But all that meant nothing much to Kat Manx as she made her way through the corridors of the Phoenix, the expression on her stunning face neutral. Dressed in a black shirt with the Chimera patch on the left shoulder, and a matching black skirt that went down to just above her knees and high heeled boots, Kat never failed to turn heads. A surviving Sphinxian, Kat was one of only two known Sphinxians, and both of them served onboard the Phoenix.

Kat would have looked like an ordinary human had someone just glanced at her from a significant distance away. Closer, her cat-like ears, protruding through her wild mane of dark hair were visible, as were her inhumanly bright green eyes and the scattering of spots on her cheeks. When she smiled (which was rare), the tips of her razor sharp fangs were visible. All of it added to the air she seemed to carry around her. Kat was the top agent of Chimera, having a success rate of nearly one hundred percent (the number was so close to a hundred that it was often regarded as a hundred instead of the ninety nine point something that it was).

Her ears allowed her to catch the faint whispers of conversations that the Black Ops soldiers were having. Dressed appropriately to their name, and their helmets tucked under their arm, they were trained to be professional soldiers, the elite. Some of their conversation related to her; others didn't, but either way, Kat ignored it all.

Passing by a locker room and into a mess hall on her way to the Commander's office, Kat walked past the eating Black Ops soldiers without incident, until she nearly reached the end, when one of the human Black Ops soldier got up and foolishly stood in her way, his helmet off but every other aspect of his combat gear on.

"Ah, Kat," he said, eyeing her. "You look very beautiful today."

Kat tried to walk around him, but he kept stepping in the way as most of the eyes, either a pair, two pairs or even four, in the hall swivelled to watch the confrontation between them.

"Thank you, glad I haven't changed. Now out of my way," she growled, her frustration growing.

"When you agree for dinner," Corporal Jones 'Longfang' Chavez said, grinning. He reached out to touch her face. "Or you could just skip the preliminary stuff and meet me in my room…"

Kat turned her head away from his approaching hand, and swung her arm at him. As he ducked, she used her other hand to grab his arm and twisted. As he grimaced in pain, she grabbed his other arm as well, and pushed back, placing her own leg in the way so he tripped. He let out a surprised yelp as he fell back onto the table as group of others scrambled out of the way, throwing up food trays that splattered the unlucky.

Jones had barely known what was happening. All he felt was a sharp pain in his arm, before he felt a cold, hard surface meet his back. He realised he had been slammed back first onto the table as Kat grabbed his combat knife, and brought it down…on his uniform, right next to his neck. The knife stuck up in the air, as Kat grabbed the other combat knife he kept, and also slammed it into his left arm's uniform sleeve, pinning him to the table as he struggled to escape.

"Crazy bitch," he grunted as she started to walk away, trying to yank the knife out, but with his left arm pinned, and the other knife on his right, he couldn't reach the knife, no matter how hard he tried.

"Wrong animal," Kat shot back, storming out of the mess hall to the sounds of Jones struggling against his impromptu bounds, a scowl on her feline face.


"Ah, Agent Manx," greeted the commander's aide. "Beutat is expecting you."

"Thank you," Kat said, walking into the open door, still a little inflamed at the small scuffle in the mess hall. On the other hand, she felt satisfied at having humiliated Chavez, one of the most arrogant Black Ops ever in front of every one in the hall. She stood in front of the commander as the doors closed behind her.

Beutat was a short, stocky (and a little podgy, Kat admitted to herself) alien with creamy coloured skin, a balding head and a pair of tusks on either side his chin. He was the commander of Chimera as a whole, with no one ranked higher than him, but they still took orders from the galactic governing body. No one knew his rank, so most people just referred to him as Commander or Beutat. Either way, he didn't seem to mind what people called him, as long as they were a) part of Chimera and not a bunch of greenies, b) had a good operational record (of at least sixty percent) and c) they respected him

"Ah Kat," he said, smiling. "Sit down, sit, sit," he said, motioning at the chair.

"No thank you sir."

"Suit yourself. Oh, at ease," he said, and Kat relaxed a bit. "I heard there was an incident in the mess hall..." he started, searching her eyes.

"It was just Corporal Chavez, sir. He provoked me into pinning him to the table," Kat coolly answered, as Beutat grinned.

"Back to the task at hand, I want to say just what a bloody brilliant fine job you did with the Apex facility yesterday," he started. "Took out the whole place with explosives by yourself, without needing Black Ops support. Well, I can't say for Lt. Lancal but I think that is one heck of an achievement."

"Thank you," Kat said, allowing a small, slightly seductive smile grace her lips.

Beutat cleared his throat nervously and turned away, willing the redness in his cheeks to go away. Downing a mug of coffee, he soon recovered enough to sit back and talk to Kat again without the redness in his face.

"As I was saying, you did a fantastic job by yourself. However, S.P.D. has also conducted a similar operation on another Apex plant, and the combination of the evidence we have was too much for Apex. They've all but reached bankruptcy, but Gruumm Armaments, Inc. is holding a very recently announced public conference."

"And you want me to be there?" Kat asked.

"You just took the words right out of my mouth," he grinned.

"When do I leave?"

"We're already headed there, but as you can imagine, we won't be going all the way. We'll take you a few systems out, where you can take one of the shuttles there. You will need something a great deal fancier than what you are wearing now, of course. These people either don't or can't hold causal events for the life of them. Going there in your uniform I imagine, would cause quite a scene."

Kat nodded, thinking about what she had in her wardrobe that could suit the event. Luckily, she had quite a bit in there, though quite a bit of that was her standard-issue military garb.

"Dismissed Kat, and don't worry about the incident in the mess hall. I'll sort it all out with the good corporal," he said as Kat turned and left. He didn't try to hide the fact that he was watching her as she left.


Time: 1530 hours, galactic standard time / Location: Miondi, Vaughtin Business and Conference Hall

The conference hall on the renowned business world of Miondi was packed full of people, Bridge noted as he stepped out of the sleek S.P.D. business shuttle, which was carefully driven away by a chauffeur. S.P.D. had been one of many businesses invited to the conference, which Bridge had a feeling was going to be more of an announcement.

He followed the stream of chatting, well dressed people and suited ushers into the large room, which was already lined with tables and waiters on the sides with refreshments and small snacks. Already news and media crews had arrived, and were setting up their cameras, recorders and other such devices.

There was a large gathering of seats at the front of the hall, located in front of a stage which had a stand. The logo of Gruumm Armaments, Inc. was displayed on the stand and also behind it. A female usher came up, and asked for his invitation, which he displayed. She led him to his seat, near the back along with a few other law enforcement agencies. As Bridge sat down, he took notice of the other people, all dressed up, and any potential threats.

Kat Manx, dressed in low cut, dark blue dress offered her usher a polite smile and a quick 'thank you' as she was led to her seat. Sitting down next to a representative of Soltech Engineering Systems, the representative almost immediately engaged her in a conversation about herself, Soltech, himself and anything and everything except for the reason that she and everyone else was here for. Kat smiled politely and listened, nodding and letting out a soft laugh at one of the weak jokes that the representative made. At the back of the room, media crews were setting up cameras to record the event.

Once everyone had been seated and quiet filled the hall except for the occasional whisper, an alien, dressed in a black suit with small insect-like wings on his back came out.

"And now ladies and gentlemen," he started, a buzz in his voice. "Mr. Gruumm of Gruumm Armaments, Inc."

There was applause as Gruumm came up. In his traditional skeletal warrior armour, Gruumm looked intimidating, but he had attached a red tie to his armour, which looked ridiculous on the drab armour. He cleared his throat as he stood up, his imposing figure capturing the attention of the people present as well as the cameras and recorders.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," Gruumm began. "I thank you all for being here today despite the extremely short notice. As many of you may know, only recently, Apex Weapons Engineering was caught in a scandal involving sales of outlawed weapons to illegal groups. I, as we all, condemn such an act, but before you forget, there are many thousands people employed at various Apex facilities strewn across the galaxy. Were the company be lost, all these poor souls would have no livelihood to support their families and their children. As a result, Gruumm Armaments, Inc. has acquired Apex Weapons Engineering. The board of directors will not be kept, but all employees will be ensured a position within Gruumm Armaments Inc."

There was a brief silence before the applause began, slowly, but slowly it started to build up in volume as more people joined.

"Quite the speaker, isn't he?" quietly asked the Soltech representative to Kat as they clapped.

"Yes, quite," Kat answered. Deep down, she wondered how true the statement really was, as Bridge, on the opposite side of the room to her wore a confused frown as Gruumm continued on with his speech.