Authors note:

These interludes will probably be pretty small. Just short snippets of reactions/interactions happening on both sides.


At the centre of a large room, in a throne fit for a king, sat Prince Zedd. Ever since his father had left to conquer worlds across the galaxy Zedd had been the ruler of Earth. Something that had been an easy task after the state King Zeal had left it in.

"Oh, brother dear! Have you heard?" The excitable voice startled him from his mindless thoughts. Princess Moira, his infuriating little sister.

"Moira. What is it this time, your pet made a mess of the royal carpet with his blood again?" Zedd often wondered how they were even related. She was silver-skinned, hair tipped with what looked like arrowheads that fell to her shoulders. A red-tinted visor covered her eyes. Her clothing wasn't exactly considered royal. A tight full bodied suit, with a long cape. The only thing resembling armour was the chest piece that once belonged to a former Power Ranger. At its centre, the Zodiac crest now sat instead.

"No, no silly Zeddy. This is much more fun than that." Moira responded with a giggle. He, however, looked more like one of his ancestors. A former space villain that had failed to conquer Earth. Lord Zedd.

His appearance was similar, red skinned with a layer of silver metal over the top where the bones of a body might reside. Making it look like his skeleton was actually on top of a skinless mass of muscle. It was his head that had its differences, unlike his father and sister, and the original Zedd. His face had no visor. Instead, a pair of eyes, human-like sat. There was still the grill like mouthpiece that framed his face, ending each side of his and then curving inward finishing with a small single horn-like shape. At his father's insistence, however, he wore a mask that covered his eyes in a red visor, a half helmet really that also placed a small crown neatly around the tendril-like hair that fell slick back to the top of his neck. Another difference between him and his ancestor, you couldn't see his brain.

"Well? Do tell then Moira, that smile on your face makes you look rather hideous." Moira stamped her foot, as she often did toward his comments.

"How dare you Zeddy! I could never be hideous!" Zedd merely lent on his hand, bored. He rolled his fingers on the arm of his throne. Infuriating women! Zedd's patience was beginning to wear thin.

"Fine, fine you're no fun," Moira skipped over, lightly tapping his arm out the way so she could perch on the edge of the throne.

"I heard some rumours filtering up from the Snake sector, rumours that someone wearing red armour has slain a local Captain and taken back control of the area!" Zedd was on his feet instantly his voice turning from a dull gruff tone to a raging bull in an instant.

"WHAT! A monster, slain by a human and you are only telling me this now? Zedd slammed his fist hard against the chair, sending small sparks of electricity dancing in the air. Moira casually leaned back, producing another annoying giggle.

"Calm down brother, they are mere rumours and even if there is truth behind it a single fleshling couldn't kill one of us. It's impossible." Zedd growled towards Moira before turning and marching towards the lone window overlooking his empire.

"What is the snake general doing about this rumour?" If what she said was true, a man in a red suit of armour had taken down a captain. Red Armour, that sounds a lot like. Zedd cut his own thoughts short. Zeal had ended them decades ago, it couldn't be them.

"You know what snakes are like Zeddy, not one for big loud actions. I am sure they are slithering around finding the source." Moira just waved off the issue like it was nothing.

"I would like you to go personally and see Lord Anathon, see to it that he deals with it quickly. This has potential to fuel the rabble who believe they can rebel against us,"

"Me? Go personally, to that pit of slithering snakes?" Zedd just stared silently at his sister. She just stomped her foot again and left in a huff, mumbling something Zedd didn't care about.

Staring down at the world below, Zedd began to wonder if they had returned. The only time he had seen them was as a princeling at his father's side. They were fabled as legendary warriors that had defeated the forces of darkness for centuries. A force that had failed when Zeal invaded Earth.

If they were really emerging after all these years as he had prepared for then things were about to get interesting. The forces of good never stayed quiet for long. If he had a mouth Zedd would have been smiling at the thought.

"Let the games begin, Power Rangers."