The Paeleomax Megazord burst through a flash of light, rolling onto a set of railway tracks. It came to a stop on a station, and the side opened allowing the Samurai to disembark onto the platform.

Jayden marvelled at what he saw. All around him were men in grey bodysuits and hats, carrying blaster rifles. The RPM Rangers were standing on the platform before them, standing to attention, behind a man in a military dress uniform, adorned with several medals of valour. Beside him was a woman, dressed similarly to the other soldiers, with a ranking insignia stitched into it, and a tall, broad, dark skinned man wearing an expensive suit. He approached them, smiling in a warm manner.

"So you are the Samurai Rangers." He began, extending a hand to them. "I am Mayor Mason Truman. Welcome to Corinth."

"Thank you sir." Jayden replied, shaking his hand. "This is my team. Kevin, Mike, Emily, Mia and Antonio."

"Well, my son has told us all about you." Mayor Truman replied. "During your time here, you will be staying at the Grand Hotel in the luxury suites. You are on a full military expense account, so please enjoy yourselves while you're here."

The Rangers were excited to hear about this. They wouldn't abuse the hospitality of their hosts, but they had basically been given a financial carte blanche to do as they pleased while they were in the city. Jayden just nodded.

"Thank you sir." Jayden replied. "We would like to have a look around and hear what's expected of us."

"Of course." Mayor Truman told him, gesturing forward the man in the dress uniform. "This is Colonel Damien Hicks, the current head of the military, security and law enforcement for all of Corinth. He will ensure you have a safe and comfortable visit."

He then gestured the woman to step forward.

"This is his aide de camp, Corporal Vasquez." He told them. "It there's anything at all you need, please feel free to contact her at any time, day or night."

"Thank you, that would be appreciated." Jayden answered, shaking hands with them both as Scott recalled the Paleomax Megazord, clearing the tracks for the rest of the city's train network. "So, how about that tour?"

"Eager to get started eh?" Hicks asked them, before looking to Scott and the others. "Alright guys, let's show them what they've let themselves in for."

Back in the Samurai Rangers' world, the mysterious Jane Doe wandered through the town, trying to avoid people as much as possible. She was fortunate enough when she was escaping the hospital to find clothes that at least fit her a little, so unless anyone got close enough to see the injuries to her face and neck, they basically ignored her.

She didn't know where she was, and had even less idea what to do. She had been a prisoner in the Netherworld for so long, that the Land of the Living was alarmingly bright and a little confusing.

She stopped by a payphone, and picked up the phonebook attached to it by a short length of chain. She had no money to make a call, but as she closed it over and checked the cover, that answered one question at least. Wellington, she was in New Zealand.

"Shit." She grumbled, her throat hoarse from the lack of fluids. She was a long way, thousands of miles from where she needed to be, and so far she had no idea how she was going to get there.

She wasn't at all sure about the city itself. She had never been here before, and right now, she was injured, groggy, and completely confused. She had regained consciousness a little before her escape from the hospital, and while she knew she needed to go, her injuries still told on her. The torture she had endured for longer than she could remember meant that every muscle ached, burned angrily, and every step felt like she had already been walking for thousands of miles.

She arrived at a beach, and had to shield her eyes from the light. She looked around, seeing people enjoying themselves on the beach. She didn't remember much before she had passed out, but she could remember a beach, and landing on the sand before her body finally gave up and slipped into unconsciousness, only waking up again in an anonymous hospital.

"Hey." A guy greeted her as he approached. He was taller than her, quite a bit taller, and looked to be in good shape. He was carrying a surfboard. "Are you looking for someone?"

She didn't answer. She wasn't looking for anyone; indeed, she didn't really know what she was looking for. All she knew was that she somehow needed to leave New Zealand, and accomplish that without any money, or a passport.

"I'm looking for an airport." She told him. He just laughed.

"You're a long way love." He replied. It was only as he got closer; he noticed the injuries on her face. "Are you alright?"

"I need to find the airport." She reiterated.

"I think you need to find a doctor." He commented, reaching for her. "You..."

Without warning, she reacted far faster than he was able to respond to, grabbing his hand and twisting it aside, before slamming a hand into his face. She swept his feet from under him, before mounting him, striking him on the chin with her elbow, knocking him out cold.

"Hey!" She heard someone else call out. Looking to where the yell came from, she saw some cops running her way. "Hey, stop!"

She didn't reply though, she just ran off, scattering a few people as she made her way back to the city. The cops followed as long as they could, but seeing the way she nimbly leapt onto a dumpster, before hopping up onto a shop roof and running off, they just stopped chasing her and caught their breath.

"You think we should call this in?" One of the cops asked.

"And say what exactly?" He replied. "A little blonde chick beat up a guy and ran off across the rooftops like Spiderman?"

"I guess I see your point." The other replied. "Let's get the guy cleaned up and on his way."

Back in Corinth, the Rangers were being shown around the city. Corinth was a lot larger than any of them could imagine. When they had heard that it was one single city, enclosed by a dome to protect those that were left, they had images of a few dozen square blocks. Even those that had been there before had only really seen it from outside, before being ferried into the Garage. Now though, they truly appreciated what they were seeing. The tour had already lasted more than an hour as they were taken around some of the main sights.

"And this, as some of you will recognise, is the Garage." Scott declared proudly. "Or as we all called it back in the day, home sweet home. Now, only Dr. K and I live here."

"Is she there?" Antonio asked.

"She should be, she doesn't really go outside much." Scott answered honestly. Just then, a message came over the communicator.

"All units, report to City Hall, a 12 48 is taking place."

Hicks hammered on the brakes, almost throwing everyone through the windscreen. He turned back to them.

"Sorry guys, the tour's over." He told them. "Scott..."

"We'll take them from here." Scott replied. The Rangers all got out the vehicle, at which it raced off, the siren blaring. Jayden looked to Scott.

"What...?"

"Corinth Military is responsible for law enforcement." Scott informed him.

"What's a 12 48?" Kevin asked him. "It looked serious."

"It's a violent incident involving firearms." Summer replied.

"Well, maybe we can help." Jayden suggested. "I mean, we have morphers..."

"We wouldn't ask that of you." Scott replied. "You're our guests. Our duty is to make sure you're safe."

"Are you sure?" Mike asked.

"Hicks has done this kind of thing before." Scott assured them. "Anyway, maybe we can call over the families and make a night of it?"

"That sounds like it would be great." Emily told them. "Ziggy was telling us about his little boy. I can't wait to hold him!"

"OK, so pizza night it is then." Scott replied as he showed them all inside.

Meanwhile, in another part of town, Hicks steered his vehicle into the street outside city hall, finding a number of men in dark business suits, carrying military grade blasters running out of city hall. They were laying down covering fire as they headed for a couple of cars waiting for them.

"The security staff are getting slaughtered!" He commented as he skidded to a halt, getting out. "Vasquez, get the hardware!"

Hicks ran for the battle site, drawing his hand blaster. He tagged a mobster, taking out his leg as he ran for them, drawing their fire from the overwhelmed security team. Others turned towards him, and he had no choice but to duck for cover behind a short wall.

"Hicks!" Vasquez called out, throwing him a rifle. He stowed his hand blaster as he caught it, preparing for his return volley. A couple of other men in suits ran out of the building, two of them carrying one that was covered in blood, while a fourth covered their escape. They all started to make their way into a van.

Hicks and Vasquez left cover, firing as the van started to speed away. Hicks got a shot through the back window, that he was sure tagged another of the mobsters, but the van turned a corner and left.

"Stay and secure the area!" Hicks ordered her as Vasquez was about to pursue the vehicle. "Call it in!"

He knew that as a result of her implants, Vasquez had an eidetic memory, but more importantly, one that was admissible as evidence in court. She called in on the radio as the back-up units arrived tragically late.

Hicks found most of the security detail injured or dead in the corridors. He approached one of the men that was still rolling around on the floor.

"Where is he?" Hicks asked him. The man just pointed in the direction of a door. Hicks ran down the corridor and kicked the door open, panning the room with his weapon.

The room was in an incredible state of disrepair. The normally organised office was completely turned over, and papers and books were thrown all around. The walls and book cases had been burned by laser fire, and the heavy oak desk had been overturned. Three corpses, all dressed in the same dark suits as the other assailants lay on the ground, while a fourth was writhing in agony with a grievous wound to his abdomen.

Hicks scanned the area, before feeling his blood run cold as he saw a hand sticking out from the desk, covered in blood. It had dark skin, and was wearing an expensive suit.

"Oh God no!" He called out as he leapt over the desk, but unfortunately he confirmed his worst fear. On the other side of the desk, still clutching a used blaster was Mayor Truman. He had a couple of wounds that Hicks recognised as blaster wounds, and some cuts and bruises besides. He hoped with all his heart as he pressed his fingers to his neck that it was a formality, but he felt everything grow dim and silent as he waited and waited for a pulse that never came. A few soldiers came into the room, but he just looked to them with wide eyes.

"Call a forensics team and a coroner." He told them. "Mayor Truman is dead."

It was then that he noticed the one gangster still writhing on the floor. He strode over to him, grabbing the man in one hand and lifting him off the ground, high enough that his feet were not touching the ground, and rammed him against the wall.

"What the hell happened here?" He demanded. "Who did this?"

"Screw you!" The gangster forced out in his pain. "Do you think you scare me? With you I have rights. My boss, I'm dead."

"Get this scumbag out of here!" Hicks demanded, dumping him on the floor. "Have medical stabilize him. I don't want the bastard to die on us before he talks!"

As he looked back to the body of his former commander, the others started to leave the room. Hicks just shook his head in disbelief.

"I'm sorry sir." He whispered. "I tried."

A little while later, the Rangers were all assembled back at the Garage. They had ordered in a few pizzas, and were just having some time to enjoy just relaxing and exchanging stories of what they had been up to.

Emily and Mia were in the corner with Tenaya, cooing over little Milo. Emily loved kids, and she was enthralled by the little guy, constantly chattering away to him and gesturing to him, trying to get a response.

"He's so beautiful." Mia complimented her. "You two are so lucky."

"Yeah, we really are." Tenaya replied. "I didn't know it would even be possible until...well...it happened."

"Yeah, it is great." Ziggy answered, trying to keep things a little more subdued. He was being cautious about the whole thing with Mia. Although he didn't know everything, he had spoken with Kevin, and knew a little about Evan. He didn't want to rub her face in the fact that he and Tenaya had what she had longed for. "He's as good as gold."

Scott meanwhile was having a beer a little way away with Jayden while the two of them were playing a game of pool. It was not the first time for Jayden, but he was certainly far from accomplished, as was evidenced by how far ahead Scott was. He sank the black ball with a little smile.

"Four games." Scott told him. "Alright, rack them up."

"You know, eventually you could stop humiliating me." Jayden told him.

"Hey, I just find winning a novelty." Scott told him. "If you think I'm bad, don't ask Summer to play. She's some kind of supernatural pool goddess or something."

"You have a great team here." Jayden told him, before looking to Dr. K. "You're really lucky."

"Hey, you would be too if you could just loosen up." Scott replied, taking a swig of beer. "Why don't you just forgive yourself. Antonio clearly has."

Jayden just looked to him, a little bemused. Scott held his hands up.

"I'm observant." He told him.

"But...I...it doesn't bother you?" Jayden asked.

"It doesn't really bother anyone here." Scott told him. "Put it this way. When 99 percent of the human race has already been wiped out and you're fighting against a robotic menace that wants to take out the rest of you? People just kind of seem to stop caring if the person next to them is black or Jewish or gay or...whatever."

"So...no one cares?" Jayden asked him.

"I wouldn't say that, it's just...it isn't important in the grand scheme of things anymore." Scott told him. "My brother Marcus was gay. He had to put up with all that 'don't ask don't tell' bullshit through his whole career. In some ways, I just wish he had lived long enough to see what the world became."

"He was killed?" Jayden asked.

"The flight recorder Antonio found in the wastes...that was from Marcus' plane." Scott informed him.

"That must have been hard to accept." Jayden commented. "You know...hearing what happened."

"In a way it was actually kind of comforting." Scott admitted. "It's now going to be a key exhibit in the Corinth Museum. It taught us a lot about what happened that day. It's also kind of a way that what he did will last forever."

"I guess so." Jayden answered. "I lost my dad in battle years ago. I was six."

"Wow." Scott gasped. "I'm sorry."

"Ji raised me." Jayden informed him. "He's been great, but I guess sometimes, I just really miss him."

"I miss Marcus too." Scott told him.

Just then, the door opened, and Hicks came in with Vasquez. Gemma ran over as she saw him.

"You're here!" She screamed, hopping on the spot as she hugged him. "I was wondering..."

"Sorry Gemma, it's not a social call I'm afraid." He replied, taking his hat off. "Scott, can I speak to you in private please?"

"Hicks, what's going on?" He asked. "Hicks?"

"I'd rather..."

"Just tell me what this is about." Scott replied. Hicks just shook his head sadly.

"There was a violent incident at City Hall." Hicks told him. His eyes betrayed what he was about to say, and Jayden could see Scott knew before Hicks said it. "It's my duty to inform you that your father was killed in the incident."