He had woken up in darkness; lying flat down on his chest, right hand still clenched around his sword. He pushed himself up and felt his heart stop. It was all gone. Nothing was left. The once proud buildings were torn apart, broken into little pieces. The trees, the flowers, all of it…gone. "No..." He stood up, looking around, for anyone, any sign of life.

There had to be more. He couldn't be all that was left. But wherever he looked lay the body of one of his comrades, his friends, his brothers, his sisters, everyone. He walked around searching, hoping to find someone, anyone. He staggered and limped as he carefully walked around the dead, but there were so many. It was a graveyard wherever he stepped and then, that was when he saw them. His team, they had gotten separated. "No!" He ran towards them. "They can't be..."

He dropped to his knees in front of Andros' lifeless body, lying limp and broken. The old dog bowed his head sadly, and gently closed Andros' eyes to never open again. He didn't even bother to check the others, Ashley, TJ, Carlos and Cassie, they were gone. All of them were gone, the only human casualties of Sirius. "I failed. I've failed all of you." It shouldn't have been them. They shouldn't of had to sacrifice their lives for a world that was not their own.

Cruger didn't know how long it took him to get back to the command base, or what was left of it. He searched for survivors, but just as before, found none. Only the dead, men, woman, and children, none of them had stood a chance. "Isinia!" he cried out over and over, calling his wife's name, hoping that by some chance she had survived. That she and young Mora were left unharmed.

A darker evil laughter emerged behind Cruger. "You won't find her here, Doggie Cruger."

"General Benaag, I should have known." Cruger turned around, growling furiously. "Where is my wife? What have you done with her and the human child Mora?" he demanded.

"I'm afraid I can't help you there."

"I'll cut your throat!" Cruger started to approach him, drawing his sword.

"Ah uh, kill me and you'll never know what happened." Benaag laughed at Cruger's hesitant horrified face. "Coward," he laughed, and stepped away. "You live for now, but one day I'll come for you and we'll finish this for good." Benaag then used his transporter and disappeared.

"No! Come back here, we're not through," he roared loudly. "NO!"

"Commander Cruger. Sir, we're ready to go." Mike gently placed his hand on Cruger's shoulder. He knew this was very difficult he couldn't imagine what the old Commander was going through. He hoped he never would.

Cruger sighed heavily, snapping out of his thoughts, taking one last look at his home, for probably the last time. "Did you recover their bodies?"

"Yes. All five." Mike sighed heavily. It had been hard, maybe one of the hardest things he had ever done; recovering the bodies of old friends who had helped him, and his friends, in more ways than once over the years. He still couldn't believe they were all gone. It didn't seem possible, but the moment he laid his eyes on their lifeless bodies he knew it was very real. "And like you asked, we left the others untouched."

"Good. This is where they should remain, for all time." Cruger looked down at his sword he had been holding tightly in his hands. And in that moment he made a promise to himself, never to draw his sword ever again. "Let's go."

Mike nodded his head and handed Cruger a long cloak. "Okay people, let's move out." Mike walked up ahead to make sure everything was in order, while Cruger put the cloak over his massive body, and slowly made his way towards the ship, with the feeling of knowing he had no place to call home.

"Come on Dad, throw it harder," yelled Sky, as he tossed the ball back to Wes.

"Okay. Here's a fast one." Wes pitched a fast ball to his son. The ball went over his son's head. Sky tried to catch it, but just missed it by an inch.

"Wow. That was awesome, Dad!" Sky watched as the ball flew all the way over to the garden. "I'll get it," he yelled as he ran after the ball.

"Okay." Wes grinned, watching as his son chased after the ball. He could hardly believe it had been over a year now. It seemed just like yesterday since Sky had entered into his life and changed it forever, for the better. He might not have been there to see him born, to see his first step and hear his first words, but he knew he would be here for everything else. Sky had started his first year in school and loved every minute of it, and had already made tons of friends. And there would be other things that would follow, being a teenager, learning to drive a car, first girlfriend and much more.

Yet at times he couldn't help but feel guilty that Jen couldn't be here to see their son grow up, but Wes felt she was always with them, watching over them. Wes heard the back door open; it was Lisa, his wife, coming out to join him. "Hey honey, come out to throw a few fast ones?" asked Wes.

Lisa's face was stricken with sadness. The bright smile on Wes's face faded away and he felt a lump in his throat. "What is it?"

"Zhane called." She bowed her head down, sighing. "Sirius was defeated."

"Andros…"

She shook her head, not saying a word; although she didn't know Andros and the others very well, the devastating story would be too much for anyone to handle.

Wes sighed heavily. "Ah, man." He ran his hand over his face and an overwhelming feeling came over him - with Andros and the others gone, there were going to be some big changes happening, changes that would affect them all.

"I got it, Dad," yelled Sky as he ran up to his father carrying the ball.

"That's great, son." Wes smiled and patted his son on the back.

Sky could see it in his father's and step-mother's eyes, something was wrong. "What's wrong?"

Wes sighed and picked his son up. "Come on, we'll go talk about it inside."

"Okay," he answered softly.

Only a few weeks had gone by, but the memory still remained very clear in his mind. He hardly ever slept anymore, not with the haunting nightmares still lurking in the back of his mind. During those three weeks, the bodies of the one time space rangers, and first SPD rangers, were taken to Earth and buried. They would be remembered as heroes for all time, throughout the galaxy all would know who they were and what they died for. They would not be forgotten.

But during that time no one had come any closer to learning the fate of young Mora and Cruger's wife, whose bodies were unaccounted for. Cruger feared the worst, that something awful had happened to Mora and feared that if he ever saw her again, she would no longer be the young innocent child of his fallen friends.

"The ship's all set for you, Commander Cruger," said Leo as he walked up to the old dog. When Cruger didn't answer, Leo gently patted him on the shoulder. "Sir." Leo sighed. He couldn't even begin to imagine what Cruger was going through. To lose all those people, everyone he ever knew was now gone.

"I wish I could wake up." But he knew he wasn't going to be waking up. This is it… This was his life now or it would be soon.

"Things will get better. It's just going to take time, is all." But even that, Leo felt, wasn't enough, nothing would ever be enough. For all they knew Cruger was the last of his kind. How does one go on living knowing they are all that's left of their people, the last of their kind? Leo hoped he would never know the answer. "I..I'm-"

"We're ready for you, sir. The ship's all checked out and ready to roll," announced Damon as he joined Leo and Cruger.

"Thank you Damon." Cruger faced Leo. "And thank you for your hospitality."

Leo smiled. "You're always welcome here, sir."

Within the next few minutes Cruger gathered the little belongings he had left and boarded onto the small one man ship. Leo, Mike and the others watched as Cruger flew off, heading into space, headed towards Earth, to join Zhane and Karone in Newtech City. Where it seemed likely Cruger would remain for the rest of his days to become lead Commander of the SPD earth base.

"Think he'll be all right?" asked Kai; even as he said it he knew it was a dumb question - but what else was there? He had heard so many great stories about Cruger, being the greatest Commander in the galaxy, best Sirius ever had. And now the Commander was broken, even hardened, hadn't let anyone in since they rescued him.

"Hard to say, after everything's he's been through," Kendrix sighed. She knew it could be a while before the old Commander would open up to anyone.

Maya watched quietly, watching as the ship got further and further away. "He blames himself, so much pain, so sad."

"Cruger's a fighter, he'll bounce back," added Mike, but even he had to admit it would be a long time before Cruger would be the fighter he once was.

"Come on guys, we got work to do. A few of the neighboring planets have been picking up disturbances of alien thugs causing trouble throughout the galaxy. One of the main ones they're concerned about is one called Mirloc," announced Leo.

"Mirloc, I've heard of him. A bunch of space truckers says he's as tricky as they come, can escape out of any object that has any type of reflection."

"Which kind of makes him difficult to arrest," added Kai.

"Which is why we need to get out heads together and figure out a way of getting him and the rest of his crew," stated Mike, placing a hand on both Kai and Damon's shoulders.

The guys had already gone ahead to head back to work, but Maya remained behind. Kendrix was getting ready to follow the guys when she noticed that Maya wasn't following them.

"Hey, you coming?" she asked gently, grabbing her shoulder.

"Yeah." She turned and smiled. "Just wanted to make sure he got out okay."

"Yeah. But don't worry, they'll take good care of him on Earth." Kendrix smiled. "Come on, let's go help the guys." Maya nodded her head and the two ran to catch up with the guys.

It had only been a day since Cruger had arrived on Earth, in Newtech City, and already he was beginning to feel homesick. He missed his home, but he knew there was no home to return to. Zhane, Karone, the officers and cadets, had all been doing their best to make the new Commander feel at home.

But for the past few weeks, there had been the uneasy feeling in the SPD Command Base, a rumor had been going around that Zhane and Karone planned to leave Earth and return to KO-35 and planned to go in search of their niece. Everyone suspected it to be true, they had nothing left here, no family, no friends; any family they had left was on KO-35.

Wes and Eric had begun spending more time at the base in Newtech sometimes even staying a few days and going back home for a few days. They had already begun training members of the A squad team, preparing them, and seeing which five would be chosen to one day, and hopefully in the near future, become the first to use the SPD designed morphers. With Andros's team now gone they were going to need a whole new team.

Zhane was in the SPD locker room, cleaning out his locker, taking out everything except for his SPD uniform. With Andros and his team gone, it didn't seem important anymore. The only thing that felt important was finding his niece and saving her from the fate that Karone had fallen prey too. He couldn't let history repeat itself again, especially not within the same family. And with Andros gone, it was time for him to step up and save the day.

He was getting ready to close the locker when he noticed a picture of himself and Andros taped to the door. For a long moment he stared at the picture, remembering how things were between them, before the fight, before everything got messed up. The last conversation he and Andros had, had been in anger. He would never be able to forgive himself for that.

"You can't keep blaming yourself," announced Karone knowing that Zhane hadn't forgiven himself for what happened between him and her brother. "It isn't healthy. Believe me, I know." She knew all to well how much guilt and regret can mess with you, how much it can eat away at you if you let it consume you.

He grabbed the picture and stuffed it into the bag. "Come on, we should get going. They're expecting us." Zhane closed his locker for the last time, having no intentions of ever returning to it. He wasn't even sure if he would ever return to Earth. What had made this place special was no longer here. It no longer felt like home. All that was left was memories, memories that hurt too much to think about.

Karone had mixed feelings about leaving both Earth and Cruger, but she felt that for now her place was with Zhane, on Ko-35 and searching for her brother's daughter, her niece, wherever she might be. That was what was important right now. She owed it to her brother and Ashley to find Mora and take care of her, let her know how much her parents loved her. How they would have done anything for her.

Cruger, along with Wes, Eric and a few officers, stood outside getting ready to see Zhane and Karone off. With their bags and belonging already loaded on board their ship, it was time to say goodbye.

"Wes. Eric." Zhane sighed, he hadn't known them long; Andros usually was the one to deal with them, but from what he did know he knew them to be great fighters, honorable men and great rangers. He knew Earth and SPD would be well taken care of with them around. He knew they would see to it that the next generation of Ranger would honor those before them. "It's been an honor knowing you both."

"You too." Wes shook his hand. "I hope you find your niece. And if you ever need anything don't hesitate to call."

"Thanks." Zhane turned to Eric, the harder of the two. Zhane could already begin to see the disappointment in Eric's eyes. He knew Eric wasn't happy with his leaving and abandoning them, especially now when they were five rangers down.

Eric, although angry with Zhane for leaving them, understood. All he could do was understand, there was an innocent child's life at stake and that came before anything else. "Good look," he announced.

Zhane shook his head and took Eric's hand. "Thanks." He sighed heavily as he approached Cruger; Karone had already made her goodbyes and had gotten aboard the ship, feeling that if she didn't get on the ship now, she might never be able to. She felt torn between wanting to find her niece and her duty to SPD, to Cruger who her brother respected a great deal. She hated leaving him at a time like this.

"Zhane."

"Sir." Zhane sighed, knowing what Cruger was going to say. "Look, I know what you're going to say, but we have to try. I need to know what happened to her." He knew the odds were against them, that in all likelihood she was gone forever.

Cruger sighed, understanding. He knew the chances of finding her were slim, even slimmer of finding her unchanged, not evil, not a monster. "The best of luck to you." He patted Zhane on the arm and looked him hard in the eyes, probably for the last time. "Goodbye, old friend."

"Goodbye sir." Zhane started backing away, already feeling guilt begin to overwhelm him. "I'm sorry." He ran towards the ship and got on board and within a minute was already off the ground heading into space on an impossible mission.

"Do you think we'll ever see them again?" asked Wes.

Eric never answered, but a different question was going through his mind. Was this it? Or was this just the beginning? An unspoken fear formed a lump in his throat; for the first time ever he feared for his life as well as his partner's, his friend and brother. This threat of Gruumm was becoming more and more real, he had already killed and entire planet and Ranger team. How long would it be before he set his eyes on earth or any of the other planets. Would any more Ranger teams fall by his hands?

Things were different now, not like before when there was just him. Now there was Hayley, their unborn child, Wes and Sky. He had a life now, with family and friends. He wasn't so sure if he could do things the same way as he always had, couldn't take the same risks as before, because now there were people in his life who needed him, who counted on him being around for a long time.