Damaras made his way through the ship, more than a little flustered after what he had just witnessed. He had figured out that Lavira had her eye on the Prince since his recent obsession with his own power and development. He had confronted her about it, and had teased her about it, taking delight in the fact she seemed to believe that she would never have a chance with him. After all, she was just a servant; he was the one who would one day rule the whole galaxy! It was a notion he was sure would torture her, and he had delighted in seeing the pain it caused her at a time when she had called his loyalty into question.

Now that he knew she was only looking for confirmation that he was disloyal, and that she had demonstrated the power she had over the ship's systems, he knew that he was in a lot more danger than he first believed. Only the fact that the Prince believed him to be loyal to his throne was stopping her from disposing of him in some form of accident, and he knew it. She would never dare to bring a direct accusation of treason to the Prince without overwhelming, irrefutable evidence against one of his most trusted advisors.

However, seeing what he had...and it chilled him to even think about it now, he now knew that he had a serious problem. If she knew that the Prince...considered her as he now knew he did, then her word would carry a lot more weight. If she ever realised that her hopes of drawing his eye were not entirely futile, then it was possible she could become emboldened enough to voice her accusations to him. Worse still, if the Prince was as...enamoured...as Damaras now expected he was with her, it was possible he would believe her!

Vrak was no help at all. He still refused to let Damaras in on his overall plan, and he had simply told him to keep himself busy and under the radar. That was a hard thing to do when Lavira quite literally controlled the radar! The fact was, he needed something tangible, something that he could present to the Prince as proof that he was still working towards their victory. In short, he needed a win, and he needed it now!

He got to a mess hall, one of very few on the ship. There weren't many living creatures on the ship, but the few Commanders that were here needed somewhere to eat and to relax. Damaras usually made it a point to avoid this place, generally feeling like most of them were beneath him, but he was running short of time, and his usual tactical acumen was somewhat impaired at the moment. He just couldn't shake the image of the Prince...he shuddered to think of it.

He looked across to where a couple of Commanders were sitting with large flagons of ale, pounding the table as they took part in some game or other. It was a board game that was common among the Commanders, where vast quantities of money would change hands in a matter of minutes. It was kind of a cross between chess, battleships and nine-man's. Game pieces that were either spherical or dodecahedral in shape indicating the two players levitated within a 3-d holographic gaming grid.

"H-3-2 to J-2-9!" One of them declared. The piece moved through the space, at which it knocked out three of the spherical pieces. The Commander just smiled as he picked up his flagon.

"It won't take long at this rate Skeltox." He taunted his opponent. Skeltox took a long, deep gulp from his flagon before pointing to the grid.

"No, it won't." He responded. "J-1-3 to J-2-9."

The others watched as one of the spherical pieces moved, setting off a chain reaction of moves. The other commander could only watch as all his dodecahedral pieces floated out of the gaming grid, landing by Skeltox. When only spherical pieces remained, they started to swirl around, before a klaxon sounded.

"I believe that is game." Skeltox declared, holding out a hand. "Now, if you wouldn't mind, I believe the wager was..."

"That...that's impossible!" The other Commander yelled, getting up, sending his chair clattering away. "You cheated!"

"Being a better player is not cheating." Skeltox replied casually. "Now, we did agree to a wager..."

"I won't pay a lousy, filthy cheating bag of bones like you!" He screamed. "You're a cheat and everyone here knows it!"

"All anyone here knows is that you are a poor loser, one who would be best advised to pay what he owes." Skeltox said as he leaned back in his chair. "If he knows what's good for him that is."

The other Commander reached to a harness on his back, pulling out a blaster rifle, but he was much too slow. Faster than he could react, Skeltox had pulled out his own weapon, which looked a lot like a fishing rod, and cast an energy beam into his chest. With a flick of his wrist, he yanked the beam back, which pulled out a glowing green image of the other Commander. The Commander's unconscious body fell to the floor, completely unmoving, as Skeltox put his weapon away. Damaras just stepped over the lifeless body. Such scenes were not uncommon when large quantities of money were at stake, and he had seen them a few times in his day.

"I hope you haven't cost us a valuable Commander." Damaras commented. Skeltox didn't get up, instead just laughing.

"Well, I'd dispute the point of him being useful, but he will survive." He responded. "Once I take what he owes me, I will return his spirit."

"That is an impressive skill you have." Damaras complimented him. "Tell me, does it work on powerful enemies, or can you only deal with petulant gamblers?"

"Have you heard of the siege of Antalos?" Skeltox asked. Damaras nodded. "That siege had raged for three years...I broke it in a day."

"That was you?" Damaras asked him, rifling through the fallen Commander's belongings, finding his cash. He held it up, showing it to Skeltox. "How do you feel about furthering your reputation? I have an assignment for you."

"Let me guess, six young humans in brightly coloured suits?" He asked. Damaras just nodded as he handed over the money. Skeltox counted out what he was owed, putting it away as he got up, before tossing the rest on the other Commander's body. "Well, I was kind of getting sick of taking money off these idiots anyway."

He held out a hand, transferring the spirit back into the other Commander, and looked to the others in the room.

"When he comes to, tell him no hard feelings." Skeltox stated as he followed Damaras out of the room to go and hear his mission briefing.

Back on Malta, Kira was heading out of the hotel with her entourage as the coach arrived to take her on her tour of the island. She had paid for a tour in one of the traditional tour busses that had been on the island for many years. She loved going to new places and seeing the history, culture and scenery of a new city, and had heard that on Malta, the only way to get the real experience was to take one of these tours. The rest of her entourage were getting ready to take her equipment to the concert venue. As she was about to get on the bus, she was interrupted by a shrill voice calling to her. She turned around.

"Cat?" Kira asked. "What is it?"

"I just realised, I had more stuff in my portfolio I forgot to give you." She told her.

"Cat, I've seen plenty, I've already picked four or five of your designs." Kira reminded her. "Now, I've got a couple of hours before sound checks and..."

"But...I...um..." Cat continued as she started to rifle through an armful of papers. "I think you'd really like this one, or..."

A bunch of papers fell to the ground. Kira bent down to help Cat pick them up, but as she did so, she could see the young girl eyeing up the coach. She smiled a little.

"Um...this design...no...wait...that isn't the one...oh, where is it...?"

"Cat, do you want to come on the tour with me?" Kira asked. Cat just looked to the coach and then to Kira.

"Is that thing safe?" She asked. Kira just shrugged.

"Decades of satisfied tourists can't be wrong." Kira replied. "It's got suspension like a brick, and no air-con, but apparently there's no better way to see Malta."

Cat just looked to Kira, who just nodded.

"YAY!" She screamed as she threw her arms around her, hugging the singer tightly, before bounding onto the coach. Kira just laughed at the display, before following her on.

"Better make that two tickets." She told the coach driver as she climbed aboard. The coach pulled away, making its way down a path, kicking up some dust which caught the Rangers as they came up a hill towards the hotel.

"What is it with drivers in this country?" Jake asked, looking after the coach that had just left. They all started to dust themselves off.

"Well, at least we know you didn't talk to this one." Gia replied. "OK Noah, is this the place?"

"It's the best hotel within easy travelling distance of the concert venue, it makes sense that she'd be here." Noah replied as he pulled out his lap top and started working. "Great, I've hooked into their Wi-Fi, this shouldn't take long."

"So...this Kira is a singer?" Orion asked. Gia and Emma just stared at him, before looking at each other.

"OK, now we know this guy's from a different planet." Gia commented. "She's only one of the most downloaded artists of the last decade!"

"Not to mention she's a keen environmentalist." Emma added. "She went Carbo-Negative after her first album was released."

"So...she's famous...and also a Power Ranger?" Orion asked. "How does that work?"

"She wasn't famous WHEN she was a Ranger." Emma told him. "She was still in High School when she was a Ranger. She became a big name in the music industry after her tenure."

"Music...industry?" Orion asked. "Are you saying some people make a living out of being musicians?"

"There weren't any professional musicians on Andresia?" Jordan asked him. Orion just shook his head.

"We had musicians; people would play instruments or sing at festivals and in taverns, but no one made a CAREER out of it." He commented. "Where does the money come from?"

"Well...people pay to hear musicians here." Emma told him.

"Wait, musicians CHARGE people to listen to music?" Orion asked her. "But...people make music because it's fun! It's great to dance to!"

"People record music here, so that people can listen to it whenever they want. They don't just listen to it at venues." Noah explained. Orion just looked confused.

Emma just sighed and pulled out her I-pod, figuring it was probably just easier to show Orion what they meant than try to explain it. She placed the head phones in his ears, and handed him the I-pod, starting up her Kira song-list. Orion looked a little confused at first as he heard the music begin, but quickly found himself starting to enjoy it and bob his head. Before anyone could stop him, he started to dance in the middle of the street.

Jake just scrunched up his face.

"So...do you think it's all Andresians that have no rhythm, or just him?" He asked. The others just stared at him. Jake really had no right to question ANYONE else about their ability to dance.

"OK, here it is...I've...got it!" Noah stated. "I'm in the hotel's registration system, and...I've got her!"

"Are you sure?" Gia asked, coming over. "I mean, she will have security measures and..."

"Well, there's an Emma Lahana checked into the Penthouse suite." Noah commented. Gia backed off a little, covering her face to stop her screaming. Jordan just looked a little unimpressed.

"So?" He asked.

"Her mother's maiden name was Emma Lahana." Gia said, glowing a little red as she mentioned this. Emma just giggled seeing her friend so sheepish.

"I told you she was a fangirl." Emma answered. "She'll probably need to be sedated when she meets her."

"I don't look like such a nerd now do I?" Noah whispered to Jake. Gia overheard him though and threw him a death-glare. Noah just put his laptop away and looked to the building. "So...any thoughts how we get to her?"

"The Penthouse is on the top level right?" Gia asked. "I'm guessing they'll probably have some pretty strong security on the elevators and stairs."

"So...maybe we don't use the stairs." Noah said as he pulled out his morpher. He looked for somewhere out of sight, and headed in. There was a flash of light, and then the Blue Wild Force Ranger ran straight for the building, leaping up the side of it, latching onto it with his claws, and scrambling up the wall.

"Well, in the absence of a better plan." Gia replied as she backed up a couple of paces, activating her morpher and turning into the Yellow Wild Force Ranger, before following suit. Jordan just looked around.

"Uh...guys? We're kind of missing a Ranger." He pointed out. They looked around, realising that Orion had somehow gotten lost. Emma just shook her head.

"Jake, see if you can find him. We'll go and see if we can talk to Kira."

As Jordan and Emma both morphed and scaled the building, Jake just threw up his hands.

"Yeah, you all go to the fancy hotel room and talk to the famous singer." He muttered. "Leave me to babysit the new guy! Of course that's fair! Orion! Where the hell are you?"

Elsewhere on the island, Skeltox arrived, his weapon slung over his shoulder. Those that saw him immediately started running away, but on the port, there were more than a few people so engrossed in fishing that they were oblivious to his arrival. Skeltox started to make his way towards the shore, gripping his fishing rod in his hands.

"How are they biting?" He asked. One of the fishermen stirred a little in his seat. By the looks of things he had dozed off.

"They're not." He muttered. "I'm starting to think they might be right about those fishing quotas."

"You look pretty beat." Skeltox commented. "You look like you could use more rest!"

With that, he cast his hook, ripping out the man's spirit. He slumped back down onto his deck chair, and fell into a deep sleep. Skeltox looked along the shore and smirked, seeing all the people who hadn't yet seen him.

"The catch looks pretty good today." He commented as he straightened up the fisherman's hat. "I always say it's best to let the catch come to you."

In the hotel, Gia and the others had managed to get into the Penthouse suite, and were taking a look around. As Noah came back in from one of the other rooms, he shrugged.

"It looks like she isn't here." He told her. "Her stuff's here, but she isn't."

"It's way too early for the concert." Emma added as she checked out one of the other rooms. "She can't have gone to the concert venue yet."

"Are we even sure she's here?" Jordan asked. Emma just held up a handful of autographed 8' 10" glossy pictures.

"Uh...I'm going to go ahead and say yes." She replied. "Either that or she's got a stalker with a bank balance."

"We just broke into her hotel room." Jordan reminded them. "I don't think we can call anyone a stalker."

"Hey, check this out." Noah commented as he picked up a drawing. It was a picture of the skyline from the balcony, but with more than a few notable differences. Mainly, the picture had archers on the walls, and a dragon spitting fire into the city in the sky. "It's...it's that view."

"Wow, this is incredible." Emma commented. "I knew Kira was a singer, but I never knew she was an artist too."

"It's news to me too." Gia said as she took the picture from Noah and inspected it. She couldn't help feeling like there was something familiar about the artwork, something...something that stirred inside her, something in her heart.

"What is it?" Emma asked her. Gia just smiled.

"It's just...this picture." Gia told her. "Cat always loved dragons. She really wanted to come here in our gap year because a lot of Game of Thrones is shot here. I did too."

"I'm guessing you probably weren't planning on having a room like this." Jordan commented. Gia just shook her head.

"Are you alright?" Emma asked. Gia just put the picture down.

"I'll be fine." She told them. "So, if Kira's not here..."

Just then, their morphers bleeped. She pulled it out, flipping it open.

"You're go for Gia." She stated.

"Rangers, there's an attack on the coastline; Vrak's sent a monster to the island!" Tenou told them. "You have to hurry!"

"We're on our way." Gia responded, looking to the others. "Guys, we have to go, Vrak's decided to crash the party."

"What about Kira?" Noah asked. Gia just looked to the room, before throwing the picture onto the bed.

"I guess we have to hope we have time to come back." She responded as they headed for the balcony, morphing as they went.