Disclaimer: I do not own, or claim to own, or desire to own or make any money off the Power Rangers concepts and characters presented in this story. Basically, I'm playing in someone else's sandbox. Of course, anything you don't recognize from a show is mine.

A/N: Because people demanded it.

Power Rangers: Geo-Force

Chapter 11: B Squad

Sky Tate was the Commander of SPD Terran Division, although that wasn't apparently obvious at the moment, given that, instead of his uniform, he was wearing casual slacks and a sweater. Looking at himself in the mirror in the restaurant's foyer he couldn't help but smile. Despite all his years as a cadet striving to be the Red Ranger, and in fact even being the Red Ranger for a while, he still tended to favor blue in his off duty clothes . . . not that he owned that many to begin with.

The hostess approached him. She was a tall, cocoa colored woman with tightly braided hair. Every other month for the last few years the original B Squad had taken time out of their hectic lives to get together for dinner. They took turns choosing the restaurant. Sky usually chose traditional North American fare. Syd went for the current hot spot. Z's choices depended on her mood, but were usually some variety of Terran. Bridge always chose the newest Xeno place . . . leading to some interesting meals. This time it was Jack's turn, and he always went with soul food or, like this time, Caribbean. Sky's pocket was already loaded with industrial strength antacid. The waitress was probably about to ask if he was alone when an energetic voice yelled, "Sky!"

Jack Landors, former SPD B Squad Red Ranger, came out and gave Sky a fierce hug. Pulling away with a smile he said, "Come on, we're back here." Jack led the way to the table, where Bridge and Syd were already seated. Both rose to greet their friend.

"Where's Z?" Sky asked, "I'm usually the one who's running late."

"It's March Sky," Sydney "Syd" Drew, former SPD B Squad Pink Ranger replied, "Zero G flight training for the Juniors at the Lunar Outpost."

"I know, but that's never made her late . . ." Sky's comment was interrupted by Elizabeth "Z" Delgado's entrance.

"Sorry I'm late everyone," Z said, hugging her former teammates. As they all sat Z continued with her explanation. "The new training shuttle Central Command sent us deep fried its control circuits on take off this morning. I spent all afternoon on the commlink with Kat, who sends her love, by the way. She's furious . . . she was growling the entire time we were talking."

Syd looked worried, "Were there any injuries?"

"Nope, everyone's okay. There'll be a full report on your desk in the morning, Commandant," Z said with a smirk. At the urging of Anubis Cruger and Sky, Sydney had taken over as Commandant of the SPD Academy two years ago, and had promptly promoted Z to Department Head of the Academy Flight School. Based on what happened with A Squad, Anubis had devoted a great deal of energy since his promotion to High Commander making sure that there were officers he could trust in important positions within SPD and the Academy.

In mock horror, Syd whined, "Why, oh why did I take this job?" placing the back of her hand dramatically against her forehead.

"Because you were the best person for it," Bridge responded matter-of-factly.

"Because you love it," Jack added.

"Because you can't resist my charms," Sky added with a smirk.

Syd threw a roll at Jack.

"Hey!? What was that for?" Jack exclaimed.

Syd blushed, "Sorry Jack, force of habit. It's usually you who says stuff like that." The five friends began laughing.

The rest of the dinner was spent reminiscing and catching up. When Ally's father retired, she took over his company, leaving Jack in charge of the charitable foundation she had started. Under Jack's leadership it had grown into New Tech Xeno-Charities. His connection to both the Xeno community and SPD command had also allowed SPD to shut down some potential problems before they started.

It had long ago been decided among the other four that Bridge Carson, former SPD B Squad Green Ranger, had the best of both worlds. Not only did he teach investigation and profiling skills at the Academy, but as Department Head for SPD Psych he got to keep his hands in the investigative side of things. However, he was still Bridge . . . the Psych Department office had an area of clear wall space for him to head stand against.

Dinner, dessert, and conversation went late . . . in fact the former Rangers were kicked out of the restaurant at closing time. The five friends parted ways in the parking lot. Sky walked to his car with a smile on his face. When Syd had originally suggested these bi-monthly get-togethers, Sky wasn't to keen on the idea, but now they had become something he looked forward too. Yeah, they all still managed to keep in touch, but that was usually business related, either SPD, or Sky calling up Jack to let him know that he was going to have some slave labor on behalf of some cadets that needed to learn a few things. These dinners were one of the few relaxations the Commander got. However, Sky's pleasant mood was shattered as he reached his car.

"Pleasant evening, Commander?"

Sky spun to see Malika standing a few feet away. He reached for his communicator, but was grabbed by two Biodrones. Sky struggled, but they were every bit as strong as Andrea had said they were. Although it went against his nature, Sky tried to yell for help, but before he could even form the first syllable, he felt a hypo against his neck. The last thing he saw was Malika's cold smile as the world went dark.