Newtech City, 2029

"Thank you for coming to see us at such short notice Jack." Cruger told him, grateful that he had been able to come as early as he did. "S.P.D. has suffered a security breach resulting in the abduction of Bridge and Sky, hence my return to S.P.D Earth."

"Abduction...how?"

"It is thought that they were sedated and then teleported away from the building. Whoever took them is also believed to have taken Charlie, the former A-Squad Red Ranger, from confinement."

"Any idea on the location of this criminal?" Jack asked hopefully.

"Unfortunately he used a wormhole which took him to the year 2010," Kat was now present in the main control room and was informing Jack on the recent events. "It looks like he took the rangers with him."

"I wouldn't ask this of you normally," Cruger interjected. "But on the ranger front there's only myself and Cadets Drew and Delgado. We can't afford to lose more rangers encase we witness a full scale attack. It is expected that criminals already know of our shortage of rangers and may look to attack while the defences are down."

"I thought you gave your Shadow Ranger powers to Sky." Jack questioned Cruger.

"I did but he gave them back because of Boom's latest invention: the Orange Ranger Morpher. Sky offered to use it instead of the Patrol Morpher so that I could remain on active duty. It is a strong weapon and one that Boom should be proud of creating. It was his dream to be a ranger and I think it fills him with pride to see Sky using his Morpher."

Kat now spoke. "With Bridge still in possession of the Red S.P.D. Morpher and Sky using the Orange one, the options are narrowed down immensely." Jack was expecting to see the Blue and Green Morphers in front of him but instead Kat produced five very similar ones.

"What are these?" Jack looked interestedly at Kat. Were S.P.D. still developing ranger technology?

"Your gonna need more than the standard firepower out their Jack. We know nothing about this guy other than he was able to capture the two highest ranking officers on S.P.D. Earth. Now which A-Squad Morpher do you want?"

It was a question Jack was completely unprepared for but he knew the answer. "I think it'll be good going back to my roots," he told Kat. If I'm gonna do this it's gotta be Red ain't it."Jack was looking at Kat as if it was a stupid question. She handed over Charlie's former Morpher and Jack slid it into its usual place on the S.P.D. uniform; he had been given a new one with the same red pattern on it.

"We expect to see Sky and Bridge returned to us, as well as Charlie. She must be returned to confinement as soon as possible. Is that understood Jack?"

"Yes Sir!" Jack used the standard S.P.D salute before heading off in the direction Kat was leading him. He had ventured into the past when Grumm had done so to try and conquer Earth before S.P.D's formation. Teaming up with the Dino Thunder Rangers, Jack and the team had been successful in denying Grumm his precious planet. He decided to try and locate Connor as soon as he reached the year 2010; his fellow Red Ranger may help him in this mission. He entered the spacecraft, the door lowering from above when he was sat in the only seat present. Belting up, he noticed a small monitor as well as a speaker. He heard Kat's voice over the tannoy as she instructed him.

"The spacecraft is preset to take you to the wormhole. Once inside you will be taken to the correct 'drop off point' so to speak and will land in 2010. Hopefully, if things go to plan, you will turn up in the past in a covered area so you won't be seen by many people, hopefully none at all. Understood?"

"Yeah, thanks Kat." Jack said his final goodbyes as the vehicle veered round and left the port at a steady pace. Jack sat in the chair, watching the monitor as it recorded the diagonal, upward motion of the spacecraft. The wormhole was represented by a tiny red dot and as the growing line got closer and closer, Jack started to feel all the more sick.

The nose of the spacecraft entered the wormhole, quickly followed by the body due to the powerful suction of the time travelling phenomenon. The ride began to get rockier as the ship juddered and shook violently. The monitor now showed another red dot, the cut off point between the ship and the wormhole. As the ship on screen neared the dot, Jack felt himself being pulled out of the wormhole and was now in open air.

A voice could be heard over the speakers as the ship prepared to land. "Location: Briarwood. Year: 2010." The robotic voice slowly drained away as Jack unbuckled the belt. He got out of his seat and went to the monitor. He remembered that to his right was a window, hidden by a protective sheet that slid up and down. He slid it up and marvelled at the sight; a tree-abundant forest could be seen and as he looked down he noticed that the ship was slowly lowering onto a grassy plane.

Meanwhile, hidden in amongst the trees was a hooded figure. He was watching the spacecraft intently as he spoke to a voice via an earpiece.

"The ship is in sight. Awaiting commands." The voice was deep as it spoke and the reply quickly came back over the earpiece.

"Bring it down. It won't stop him but at least it gives him a problem." The voice replied a digitised tone to it as it gave its orders. Raising his weapon, the warrior fired several blasts at the spacecraft before teleporting himself out of the area.

Jack was sent sprawling across the main room as the blasts rocked the ship. Forced to make an emergency landing, the spacecraft nosedived into the field before skimming across it with the built up propulsion in the thrusters. When everything finally stopped moving and Jack's head had stopped spinning, the Red Ranger tried to pick himself up off the floor. After being flung into the walls of the ship repeatedly by the blasts, he ached all over.

What was once a sturdy time travelling vehicle had now become a heap as Jack pushed at what was left of the door. It broke off as Jack wandered into the field; as noted previously it was near a forest but it seemed nothing else.

Jack recovered from the concussive feeling and quickly picked up his guard. He had just been shot at; something might still be out there and he was stood there, unarmed, staring stupidly at the sky. S.P.D. training had seriously slipped his memory. He got hold of his blaster and held it in front of him as he slowly advanced in the direction of the blasts: the forest. He decided that, because it was the only way he could go from here, that it would be the best direction to go. With blaster still in hand, he entered the woods.