LEGAL: I do not own Power Rangers or the associated names, places, event, characters etc. Anything not covered by the above rights should be considered purely the creation of the author.

RATING: T – May be some adult themes, including language and violence.

A/N: Well, here it is, the beginning of a brand new universe and time to start with a whole new team of Rangers. Here's hoping you enjoy it.

Somewhere, between dimensions, in a space where everything and nothing exists at the same time, where time and space are meaningless, the endless void and normally endless silence was interrupted by the thundering of a train, speeding through between dimensions. It would be easy enough to dismiss this as being unusual in and of itself, but the train was no ordinary train. The main engine and each of the carriages each carried the visage of prehistoric creatures. This train was in fact more than a mere transport, it was a Zord, one of the legendary fighting machines of the Power Rangers. Though, in this instance it was being used as a way for them to travel between dimensions.

Inside, the RPM Rangers, the defenders of Corinth, were settling in for their journey. It had been some time since they had defeated the forces of Venjix, something which they had all assumed would be the end of their time as Rangers. Unfortunately for them, they still had a few loose ends to tie up.

"There we go, that sorted oot that wee bug in the system." Flynn said as he closed up one of the panels. "How's the static looking pet?"

"That cleared up the snow on the monitor." Gemma replied with a sweet little smile. "The signal's now clear as a bell. Professor Cog's trail is now nice and clear. We should be through in no time. All going well this should be a pretty simple job." Scott reminded him. "Dr K said this dimension has its own team of Rangers, so we should be able to bring down Professor Cog and be back in time for the Evening News."

Scott pulled out his morpher.

"OK, we should be breaking through any minute. Remember what Dr K said, we should remain morphed until we can do a scan of the environment see if this dimension is survivable to us." Scott reminded them. They all pulled out their morphers and put in their Engine Cells. "RPM, GET IN GEAR…WHOA!"

There was a sudden surge of sparks from his morpher which arced out into the train itself, setting off several alarms, before dissipating. Scott did fully morph, but the jolt shook the entire train, something none of them could fail to notice.

"Whoa, what the hell was that?" Summer asked.

"Is everyone OK?" Scott asked. They all just nodded as they straightened themselves out. "Flynn, any idea what that was?"

"It…looks like some kind of rogue program." Flynn told him. "It looks like there was something in your morpher but…there's no sign of it now."

"There's nothing in the program." Gem confirmed. "It must have been destroyed by our firewall."

"Alright, just as long as everyone's OK." Scott said, breathing a sigh of relief. "If a little turbulence getting there is the worst thing that happens, I'll consider this a pretty successful trip."

At that moment, in another dimension, a young boy was working on a computer. He looked like a pretty unremarkable kid. Quite small for his age, skinny and with high-grade prescription glasses, but otherwise he would look on the surface to be a normal six-year-old kid. Of course if anyone was watching what he was doing on the computer, they'd see that he was anything but an ordinary six-year old.

"How's that physics homework coming, Nathaniel?" The boy's father asked proudly, coming to look over his shoulder.

"Dad, I finished that hours ago!" He chuckled. "It was way too easy!"

"Oh, too easy is it? You want me to challenge you a little more?" He asked his son.

"Dad, it's kid's stuff. Why can't I help you and mom with your work?" The boy asked.

"Look, nothing would make me happier, really it wouldn't, but you know how long and hard we work." The man told his son. "Maybe when you're a bit older?"

The man caught a look at the project the boy was working on. He furrowed his brows.

"What's this then?" He asked him.

"Oh, it's…it's nothing, just a little something for fun and…"

"Here, let me see." His dad said, scooching in to take a closer look. He smiled a little when he saw what he was doing. Nathaniel Silva was exceptional. He was beyond exceptional, the kind of intellect that only came along once or twice in a generation. It was something that unfortunately alienated him from a lot of people, most of the kids his age were still colouring in or playing with Lego, but he was already working on post-graduate level science as a pastime. His parents did try to give him as close to normal an upbringing as possible, and that included some bedtime stories. "Now this, this is interesting."

"Dad, I know it's silly…"

"No! I think it's great!" His dad told him. "Kids your age should be exercising their imagination. This is…well, it's nice to see you liking things like this."

"Dad, I know they're just stories." Nate sighed. "But I really thought this would be a great Zord!"

"And I'm sure the Rangers would have been proud and grateful to have it!" His dad congratulated him. "But, its not your fault they dealt with Master Org years ago, it was before you were even born."

"I know." Nate sighed. "So you really like it?"

"I love it!" His dad told him. "Now, how about you shut off your computer and I'll read you another…"

Just then, there was a spark from his computer and the screen flickered. Dr Silva snatched his son away from the screen, worried in case there was an electrical fault.

"Dad, what was that?" Nathaniel asked him.

"I…I don't know son." He said as the screen suddenly went back to normal. He cautiously approached the keyboard, touching it with a wooden ruler to ensure there was no charge still waiting, before trying it with his hand. Since he didn't get a shock, he quickly tried a few keys, but the computer seemed to be working fine now. "I…guess maybe it could just do with a rest."

"But I've not finished…"

"You can do some more work on it tomorrow." His father promised him, turning off the computer. "In the meantime, how about I pick up a book for tonight? Which one would you like tonight?"

"TIME FORCE!" Nate chirped up enthusiastically. His dad just sighed.

"Again?" He asked. "Alright, whatever you say."

As he went out to go and collect a book to read to his son, Nathaniel went to go and get his pyjamas. As he did so though, he noticed a strange, green glow coming from his computer. He checked to make sure his dad wasn't coming back, before approaching. Running his hand along the side of the computer, he found his fingers touching a viscous, green, glowing fluid.

"Eww!" He exclaimed, before noticing something odd. The power light on his computer was still on. He was sure his dad switched it off. He checked and saw he had even unplugged the computer. So how was it still powered? Looking around for a container. He found a sample jar from his chemistry set and scraped some of the substance into it. "Phenomenal!"

Six months later!

There was a throng of people gathered around a large office complex in the city of Coral Harbour. The media were clamouring to get a look in at what was happening, and speculation was rife. Nothing had been released to the press, not even the usual leaks. Whatever was happening here today was secretive beyond the normal levels, but the security around the building, not to mention the names that were rumoured to be in attendance were already causing a lot of speculation.

"With the world's press still none the wiser, this extremely hush hush meeting being held right here in Coral Harbour is perhaps one of the most speculated upon secrets in the world today." One of the reporters said into a microphone as he addressed the camera. "So far our sources haven't been able to bring us anything, even a confirmed guest list, but the faces that have been seen here today have everyone guessing. So far we've seen business leaders, military officers and world leaders, none of whom have made any mention of even coming here have been arriving under security that can only be described as tight. Wait…what's that…? OK, we have to move, NOW! I've just heard word that the Presidential Limousine has just been spotted coming in! We're going to see if we can grab a word…come on, move your ass!"

The reporter's efforts to get this scoop seemed to be so desperate he didn't even seem to notice or care that he had sworn on a prime-time broadcast, apparently unconcerned with the consequences of a fine or reprimand in the course of getting a scoop. The limousine pulled up and Secret Service staff held the door open as the President stepped out of the vehicle.

"President Grayson! President Grayson! Here, over here!" The reporter called out as the President waved to the crowd, even stopping to allow for a few photographs. He was being ushered away, but he signalled his security to hold up while he approached the reporter. "He's coming over…Mr President! Gregory Dover, Channel Seven News, thank you for stopping."

"Of course, I'm willing to spare a few words for the network, I'm a huge fan." He told him with a smile.

"President Grayson, can you tell us anything about what is going on here today?" The reporter asked him.

"Please, there's no need to be so formal, you can call me Carter. I'm afraid that as yet that I'm a little sketchy on the details myself." He replied.

"Mr President…Carter…we've seen a number of prominent figures, including Heads of State from nations that not so long ago our country was at war with." The reporter continued. "Please, we're just dying to know…"

"And as soon as I know something, I can assure you that you'll be the first one to get an interview as soon as the information is clear for release." Carter assured him. "In the meantime, all I can say right now is that I am very excited, and if all goes well, there should be some very exciting times ahead for the world."

As he walked away, the reporter turned back to the camera.

"Well, there you have it, more questions than answers, as it seems even the President hasn't yet been fully briefed on what is happening here today." Gregory stated. "We will of course be maintaining coverage and hope that someone can tell us something from this extremely mysterious gathering sometime soon. This is Gregory Dover, Channel Seven News."

Inside the building, the delegates were all gathering. It was a rather mixed bag of invited guests to say the least. Key figures in the fuel and energy industries, Armed Forces, business and political world were all gathered though at the moment most only had very scant details over why they were summoned. In a room, pacing nervously and crunching down some indigestion tablets, Dr Silva was pacing intently as he ran through his speech over and over again, trying to get it down.

"Peter, you really need to calm down." His wife told him.

"Calm down?" He asked her. "Mary, I'm only minutes away from addressing some of the richest and most powerful people in the world about the greatest breakthrough in science since the invention of fire! Calm is about a million miles from what I'm feeling right now!"

"Peter, getting yourself worked up like this really isn't going to help matters." She reminded him. "Just remember what we said, breathe, take your time and let the work speak for itself."

"I've never been good at this kind of thing. You know I'm happier in the lab than in front of audiences." He said, loosening his tie a little and mopping his forehead. "Look at this, look! The A/C is cranked up to the max and I'm still sweating!"

"Peter, I know you're nervous…"

"Mary, I'm well aware of how important this is." Peter told her. "Our work is…world-changing doesn't even come close to covering it. But if we don't get funding, if we don't get these people on board, then everything we've been working for will be for nothing."

"Peter, I believe in you." She told him, straightening out his tie. Just then, the door opened. "Alright, that's your cue."

"OK." He said, taking a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."

Peter left the room and headed down a hall towards the main presentation area where someone was going through some introductory materials and preparing the crowd. Peter took one last deep breath as his name was read out. He walked out onto the stage to a polite applause, but as he approached the podium, he tripped a little, stumbling into it. He got a few laughs as he stumbled into the podium, using it to maintain his balance.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous." Peter said, shuffling his notes and preparing to begin. He looked to it, but his vision started to blur, and the words moved around on the page. It looked alien, completely illegible to him. He shook his head to try and clear his thoughts. There were already murmurs from the crowd, no doubt wondering if they could take this clumsy, nervy nobody seriously. He mopped his brow, took a sip of water and tried to remember how he intended to begin.

"Esteemed colleagues. Ladies, Gentlemen…I come before you today with something that I believe will, without a word of exaggeration, change the world." He began. "Among your number here today, you may notice some of the most powerful and influential people in the fuel and energy industry today, from all corners of the globe. They are the people who have been heating our homes, powering our hospitals, driving our industry now for almost two centuries, which is why I hope that they will see the value in what I bring you today."

Peter stepped out from behind the podium.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the world is at a crisis point, one that I think many of us have feared, but none of us have imagined for some time now." Peter continued. "The world's climate is changing at an alarming rate, with extreme weather patterns breaking records every other week of the year over the last few decades."

He heard some murmurs, even some laughter and boos, but there were equally signs of support.

"I see in the audience today, many people who have become very wealthy from the production of traditional fossil fuels, and while I understand the reluctance to change, I have to say, there's something I think those of you who are honest can attest." He said, before steeling himself for the next part. "Production has slowed immensely. It is getting harder and harder to find new sources. The production of fossil fuels has been yielding smaller and smaller volumes for years, which has led to an excessive demand with the supply diminishing. There is one simple reason for that. Ladies and Gentlemen…your wells are running dry."

This caused an uproar. People were almost leaping out their seats to object to him.

"We've heard this nonsense before!" Someone yelled at him.

"You've heard it before, but now more than ever it is clear that we can no longer ignore this crisis!" Peter protested as people took to jeering him, some even throwing things onto the stage. They'd all heard the proponents of alternative energy saying these things for many years. "Demand is higher than ever, but yields are going down because quite simply the fuel is running out! That is why I invited representatives of the Armed Forces here today! Desperation has set in. Virtually every war with very few exceptions over the last thirty years can be traced directly back to oil, and it is for once simple reason. We do…not…have…ENOUGH!"

There was a call for order as the room was threatening to descend into a full-blown lynch mob. Peter composed himself as he looked at a lot of angry faces, but he saw just enough interested ones to make him believe he could still reach the audience. He went to a table that had been set up and pulled off a sheet, exposing some equipment, along with some vials of a glowing, green substance. There was some apparatus set up with a small vial in it the size of a AAA battery. He held up a canister, showing it to the audience.

"The problem with alternative energy is not that it doesn't work, but that it has been under developed. The time to act is now, NOT because that's when we should have acted, but because it's been left until the point where we have no choice. The time to act was in the late 1800's when the very first fossil fuels were being taken from the Earth, but those that were doing so thought it was more cost-effective not to seek an alternative and knew they were never going to be around long enough to see the day an alternative was needed. Well a few generations of that thinking has led to now when that day is now, and I provide you with that alternative today! BEHOLD!"

He held the canister above his head.

"I give you the future of clean-running, almost infinite energy, and I invite you here as the most influential people in the world to be on the ground floor of the greatest development in energy since the discovery of crude oil here today." Peter stated. "I call it…Morph-X."

There was a deathly silence in the audience, before the room was filled with raucous laughter.

"We've heard it before!" Someone called out.

"Peddle your snake-oil somewhere else!" Someone else mocked him. Peter was incensed.

"I'm telling you, it…it works!" Peter assured them. "Morph-X provides far more efficient energy than fossil fuels by a factor of…"

"What is this shit?" Someone yelled. "Where does it come from?"

"We've developed a technology that reaches into the Morphing Grid and distils its power into a chemical formula!" He declared. By now the laughter was so loud it was more like a comedy club than a scientific presentation, but President Grayson's interest was piqued. A few others were interested too, but for him it held a personal connection. There was a time he was a Power Ranger. He knew through personal experience the power of the Grid.

"The Morphing Grid? You mean like that thing the Power Rangers used?" Someone asked. "There hasn't been a team of Power Rangers in almost twenty years!"

"The Morphing Grid is…"

"We've got no idea if it even still exists! This is a waste of our time!" Someone complained. "This man's a fraud!"

"My son's work is NOT a fraud!" He called out.

"Your son's? Your son made this?" Someone asked. "What age is he?"

"Well…he's six…"

This was all most of the audience needed to hear. They all started to get out of their seats, not even bothering to let Peter finish, making no attempt to hide their contempt. Peter leant against the podium and put his face in his hands. He was far from the first scientist to propose something world-changing who had met a hostile reception but now, it all seemed hopeless. When he looked up, out of the thousands of delegates, there were only about ten left.

"I'm…I'm sorry." He sighed. "Please, I'll show myself…"

"No, wait." President Carter told him. "Is that…really from the Morphing Grid?"

"My son found it…don't ask me how." Peter stated. "It was extremely serendipitous."

"Serendipitous? You mean like luck?" Someone asked. He was a large man in a military uniform, with a female officer sitting next to him.

"Well, yes and no." Peter told him. "Luck is just finding something by chance. Serendipity is when something is found by chance, but the person finding it has the knowledge and experience to figure out what they've discovered."

"And your son is six years old?" Carter asked.

"Yes…he's quite brilliant." Peter said with a proud smile.

"Can…can you bring him up here?" Carter asked. Peter was a little taken aback. He'd deliberately not told anyone it was his son that discovered Morph-X for exactly this reason. He doubted anyone would take it seriously if one of the greatest discoveries in science was found by a kid that by all rights shouldn't even be in elementary school. He gestured to his wife to bring out Nathaniel, who came onto the stage nervously. The small crowd smiled at him warmly.

"So, you found this?" One of the men asked. It was Arthur Winchester, one of the wealthiest oil CEO's in the nation. His family had been involved in the industry almost since the first drill went into the ground. His family's fortunes revolved around the industry, but ever since he'd taken the reins of the family business, he'd noticed that the returns were diminishing with every passing year. He didn't want to let on that it worried him to think that wells were running dry, but the fact was, knowing that his business relied on energy, he did worry what would happen when there was no more oil. If there was a possible alternative, no matter how strange it sounded to him, he wanted to at least hear about it. Nathaniel just nodded. "So, how does it work?"

"Well…we can process the energy from the Morphing Grid." Nathaniel explained. "Morph-X as a chemical is full of clean-running energy with entirely benign by-products."

"So, how much energy does it provide?" Another CEO asked. This was Catherine Sears, another of the older oil families, that had noticed the fields were bringing in less and less as time went by. Nathaniel struggled to find a way to say what he wanted to, before he noticed the apparatus set up. He went to it, reaching for the vial that was no bigger than a AA battery and pulled it out. As soon as he did, every light in the entire building went dark.

As he replaced it, everyone was astonished. Carter leant forward in his seat.

"Are you telling me, THAT little vial is powering the whole building?" He asked. The entire complex was larger than the Empire State Building. Nathaniel just nodded. "Nate…can I call you that?"

"Nate?" Nathaniel asked, thinking about it for a moment. He just nodded. "I like that!"

"Nate, how long does a vial like that last?" Carter asked him.

"It depends on what it's powering." Nate told him, at which the remaining guests started to look around each other. There were five Energy CEO's, a General, another military officer, Carter, and three scientists all connected to the Government remaining. "A building this size…?"

He took out a calculator and did some sums.

"Approximately 672 years." He said matter-of-factly. "The entire city? Probably closer to about 73?"

"Come again?" Carter asked. "Is…is he serious?"

"My son is never wrong when it comes to maths." His dad said proudly. Carter gestured the other guests in, talking with them briefly.

Peter bent down, scooping his son up in his arms.

"Dad…"

"You did your best." He whispered to him. "I'm so proud of you."

"Dr Silva?" Mr Winchester called over, interrupting the moment between father and son. "I've discussed it with my colleagues here…I just have one question."

He smiled as he shifted forward in his seat.

"How much would you like?"