Donovan's Skybase dropped out of hyper-rush and into orbit around a surpremely uninteresting planet. It had no atmosphere and no native life. It had no valuable natural resources. It had NOTHING. It was so unimportant it didn't even have a name.

But it was very important to Donovan indeed.

There was no possible reason for anyone to visit this planet...which meant it made a perfect prison.

After teleporting down to the surface (protecting himself with a magic forcefield), Donovan quickly made his way into a nearby cave. He had been here once before, two years ago, to follow up on a hunch--a hunch that had turned out to be correct.

He wasn't the only one Zordon's Wave had missed. And now that Zordon was gone, the powerful forcefield that had protected the cave (identitical to the one protecting the Zeo Crystal) was gone as well.

Summoning a floating globe of light, Donovan navigated the twists and turns of the cavern, finally coming upon a dusty piece of machinery. It was a cryogenic tube, very similiar to the one Zhane had spent two years in. The wear and tear on this one, however, showed that it had been functioning for far longer than that.

Visible through the frosted glass was a stunningly beautiful woman who appeared to be in her late twenties. Donovan smiled down at her, then shut down the tube, allowing the occupant to awaken. "Time to wake up, Ice," he said softly.

The humming of the tube died, and after about ten minutes, the hatch opened. Ice lifted herself into a sitting position, lush blond hair cascading down her back. She focused blue eyes that could enslave any man on Donovan. "Donovan," she said with no emotion, and then, "how long?"

"Ten thousand years," he replied soberly.

Ice didn't even blink. "And Zordon?"

"Dead and gone."

"I assume you have a plan, as always?"

"Indeed. However, I have one more person to bring in on this, and I would prefer to explain myself only once. Can you walk?"

Ice looked down at her legs, then up at him. "No," she admitted. "You'll have to carry me."

"Your legs should regain function soon," he assured her. He picked her up, one arm under her legs, and the other around her back. She wrapped his arms around his neck. There was nothing romantic or even emotional about it. It was simply two people doing what needed to be done.

Neither one of them looked back as they left the cave.

---

Aboard the Skybase several hours later, Ice had indeed regained the use of her legs. Dressed now in a functional jumpsuit, she watched calmly as Donovan spread several dusty tomes one the table in front of him. He muttered to himself as he turned each one to the proper page, then looked up at her. "You may want to step back," he advised. "I've never actually tried this before." Ice retreated to the doorway of the large room.

Steadying himself, Donovan began to chant in a language long forgotten. Normally a spell like this would be far beyond his power, but he'd found in the books--Rita's books--ways to boost his own moderate magic abilities. Even so, this would take every drop of power he possessed.

His chanting grew louder and louder, power infusing his voice. A bright gold light formed in the middle of a chalked circle, slowing growing in size and assuming a humanoid form.

Donovan screamed the final word, and a bolt of lightning crashed into the circle. Exhausted, and with sweat pouring off him, he collapsed to the floor.

Ice raised an eyebrow. "Well, look who's back."

"I live again!" Goldar of Titan roared.

"Always the drama queen," she commented.

--

An hour later, a recovered Donovan met with his two allies on the bridge of the Skybase. "The UAE is gone," he stated flatly. Goldar gasped in surprise; Ice, as usual, showed no emotion. "When Andros shattered Zordon's tube, it released an energy wave of cosmic proportions. Evil beings throughout the galaxy were destroyed." He paused. "With four exceptions (not including Ice here): Rita, Zedd, Divatox, and Astronema were purged of their evil and became...good." His face showed his disgust. "That was six years ago. Our enemies have grown fat and complacent. They truly believe the darkness is gone. I intend to show them the errors of their ways. Are you with me?"

"Always, old friend!" Goldar affirmed. Ice merely nodded.

"Good. Here's my plan..." as the Dark Warrior outlined his ideas, a fiendish smirk grew on Goldar's face. Ice seldom smiled, but her eyes glittered in anticipation.

This was going to be GOOD...