When the Rangers got to the tavern, they found the staff there already setting up for the evening. Orion had explained that pretty much everyone went to the tavern after their day of work in the fields or in the mines. It was as much a part of their faith as it was a social pastime. They would drink to toast the Earth Gods for their favour and the bounty they pulled from the Earth. It also served as a good way to unwind and relax after a hard day's work. In short, they worked hard, they prayed hard, and they played hard!

"Orion, Emma, you're back!" The barman greeted them warmly. He looked a little puzzled to see the large party filing in behind him. "Oh, um...who are...?"

"These people are my friends." Orion interrupted him, switching the conversation to English for the benefit of the Rangers. Andresia had been trading with other worlds for so long that most Andresians were extremely proficient in speaking multiple languages, most having strong second and third languages. While most of the Rangers had been taught some Andresian by Orion, for most of them it was only a few key phrases or words. They simply hadn't had the same length of time to learn. "They wanted to come to the reservation with me. Libra said you have some rooms."

"Oh...well...I suppose we do." The barman responded, looking around the group. He came around the bar, carrying some room keys. "I'm afraid they haven't been checked in some time, they may need refreshing..."

"It'll be fine." Troy assured him. "Things weren't exactly five-star on the Red Galleon. We'll be fine."

"These are the other Rangers?" The barman asked with a smile. Orion just nodded.

"They are." He replied. "We might have put our morphers away for safe keeping, but these are the ones we have to thank for ridding us of The Armada."

"Then they are more than welcome regardless of..." His words tailed off as he saw the way they were looking at him. "The...uh...condition of the accommodation. I just wish I could have had some notice to prepare for such illustrious guests."

"I can take them up." Orion told him, accepting the keys. "Thank you."

As they headed upstairs, finding their rooms, Orion went with Emma into her room, looking to help her settle in. He grimaced a little as they looked around. Pretty much every surface was covered in dust. The furniture was dated, likely having been here from the original mining settlement they were converting, and the bed left a lot to be desired. It had bed clothing, but it looked like it had been here as long as the tavern. As Emma dropped her bag on it, they could see the dust billowing up.

"Maybe we should..."

"It's fine." Emma replied, turning to face Orion. "We've stayed worse places. For months we stayed in that cave on Gosei's island where the bed...was quite literally a rock."

"I should probably have let him clean up the room first." Orion sighed. "I'm really sorry about this Emma."

"So am I." She answered. "But only because I can't stay with you."

"Emma, we..."

"I know, it's just not the right time." She answered. "Given the conversation you're about to have with Centuri, I guess seeing both of us in your place would be kind of like...rubbing everyone's face in it."

"I really do wish we had better arrangements." Orion told her. Emma just shrugged.

"Hey, like I said, I've stayed worse places." She answered. "There's...no bathroom."

"There's an outhouse." Orion said, sucking his teeth. Emma just smiled.

"It' just as well I'm an outdoors type." She replied, kissing him softly. "It shouldn't take us long to get settled in. Maybe you should find Centuri and Cass' parents."

"He'll be leading lessons with the young ones right now." Orion told her. "So, I guess that means we have a little while before dinner."

"I like the sound of that." Emma answered, drawing in closer.

In another room, Jake and Noah were getting settled in as best they could. Jake was a lot more enthusiastic than Noah was, having just thrown his bag in the corner and shaken out his bed clothing. Noah however was taking a little more time to clean up.

"Come on Noah, give it a rest." Jake told him. "It's not like a little dust ever killed anyone."

"You do realise some of this dust is probably pieces of the last inhabitants of the room right?" Noah stated. "Which means right about now, you're lying on top of...a hundred plus year old human skin?"

"You were never this uptight when we were on the Galleon." Jake chuckled. Noah pulled out his shirts on some hangers and went to the cupboard. "Like that. Why are you bothering to hang up your clothes? We're only going to be here a couple of days."

"Some of us have new jobs to go to once we're done here." Noah reminded him. He grabbed the door handle of the wardrobe, which came off in his hand and clattered to the floor, casting up dust. Jake just chuckled.

"OK, I guess the room could use a little TLC." Jake chuckled as Noah just stared at the door on the floor. He then looked up to the wardrobe, only to find no room for his clothes. It was full of stock for the bar.

"That's odd." Noah commented.

"Not really." Jake answered. "If there's room here, why wouldn't they use it as storage?"

"They have a tavern with guest rooms, which they haven't cleaned and they've filled with stock." Noah responded. "Don't you think that's odd?"

"The barman said that they weren't expecting guests." Jake reminded him.

"So why not get rid of the furniture and convert the rooms for storage use?" He asked. "Why have guest rooms at all if they weren't expecting guests?"

"Dude, you seriously over think everything. Just relax and enjoy it here." Jake told him. "I've played with these guys a bunch of times, and I can assure you those Andresians really know how to party."

"I just have a really funny feeling about this place." Noah responded as he put his clothes back in his bag reluctantly.

Meanwhile, in New York, a cop came out of a Starbucks, getting into the patrol car where his partner was waiting. He handed her a coffee.

"I swear, you really need to cut down on the artificial sweetener." He told her. "There's so much fake sugar in there I'm amazed the cup hasn't gotten cancer."

"I like the taste; I just don't like the calorie count." She responded. "I had to shut down the radio, we got that announcement again."

"An APB out on some guy running around half-naked with long hair covered in dirt?" He asked. "Last seen running on rooftops?"

"Yeah, some asshole keeps putting out an APB on Tarzan." She chuckled. "It's probably some rookie fresh out of the academy on radio duty. Damn I hate the first week after graduation."

"Prank week." He agreed, sipping his coffee. "You'd think the cadets would come up with something a bit more..."

Just then, there was a huge thud, and the whole car rocked. The roof dented inwards under the impact. Shortly afterwards, after a short hop, a man landed on the hood of the car. They looked to see the man described on the radio, crouched on the hood of the car. He stared in at them, seeing them looking at him in awe. Shortly afterwards, he leapt off the car and ran down an alley.

"...original?" The guy concluded in shock. "Was that...?"

"Either that or it's a hell of a coincidence." She answered, getting out of the car. As they did, a woman in a lab coat and a group of guys in suits arrived.

"Have you two seen a guy in a loincloth?" The woman asked.

"He just did the bodywork on the car!" The male cop told her. "He went down that street."

As they headed down the alley, they found the man, standing at the end of the street. He was facing the wall away from them. The male cop just smiled.

"It's a dead end." He stated. "We..."

"Let me deal with this." The woman in the lab coat replied. "He's with us."

"Who exactly are you?" The cop asked.

"Dr Kendall Morgan, Anton Mercer Industries." She replied, showing him some ID. "We...need to take him with us for...medical assistance."

"He just trashed our car!" The female cop replied. "He..."

They all stopped as they heard water trickling. They turned back towards the man in the loincloth.

"Is he...?"

"He has been holding it in for about a hundred thousand years." Kendall replied as she approached him. The caveman stopped peeing eventually, and turned to see the people crowding around him. He looked panicked, but Kendall held up her hands to indicate she meant no harm.

"Hey, it's alright, we won't hurt you." Kendall assured him. He didn't seem to be convinced. She pointed to her chest. "Kendall."

He seemed to understand what she was meaning, as he repeated the gesture.

"Koda." He answered. She took off her lab coat, offering it to him.

"You must be cold." She stated, before shivering to indicate what she meant. Koda just looked at it. He was indeed cold. Before he was frozen, his home had been a warm place, where the need for heavy clothing was minimal. This place was considerably colder, and harder than he remembered. Everything was hard, even the ground under his feet. He took the jacket, and then seeing the way everyone else was dressed, he figured out how to put it on. It was too small, but it meant he had something. Kendall smiled and gestured towards herself.

"Come with us." She told him. "We won't hurt you, we just want to help."

Koda started to move towards them, before breaking into a run and heading past them. The cops went for their guns, but Kendall stopped them.

"He's just scared." She told them. "He's...not from around here. He doesn't understand the way things are here."

"He's stopped!" One of the suits told her. She ran towards the end of the street, where they found Koda by a burger stand, hungrily guzzling all he could lay his hands on, while the vendor yelled at him angrily. Kendall just approached.

"Sorry about my friend here." She told him.

"He's just taken..."

"Here, take this." She answered, handing him some money. She looked to Koda, who was too busy eating to realise what was happening.

"Koda, can you come with us?" She asked him. He just stared at her, a burger half-hanging out of his mouth, and the remains of another couple lying on the ground. She could see the look in his eyes. "I guess it's been a while since you ate."

Koda continued to stare at her. She just smiled.

"If you come with us, you can have all the food you want." She promised him. He still didn't seem convinced. Kendall looked to the suits.

"Wallets, everyone." She told them, looking back to the vendor. "We'll take the lot."

As Kendall and the suits started to gather up all the burgers they could carry, using them to tempt Koda to go with them, the cops just stared in disbelief.

"He just totalled the car!" The male cop complained. "Are we really just going to let them take him away?"

"Do YOU want to write this one up?" The female cop asked him. The male cop just thought about what that paperwork would look like, and how many officials he'd likely have to talk to explaining the events of the night. He just sighed.

"We went for coffee and came back to find the car like that." He replied.

"Good choice." She sighed. "I'll call a pickup truck for the cruiser."

Meanwhile, back at the reservation, the Rangers had settled in, and headed down into the tavern. By then, it seemed that news of the Rangers' arrival was all around the settlement, and everyone had descended, throwing a much larger and more raucous party than the Rangers were expecting. Drink flowed at a steady rate, and spirits were high. Orion smiled as a group of miners started singing loudly as others pounded their feet on the floor and their tankards on the table to the time of the music.

"This is some party huh?" Jake asked Troy.

"They certainly seem to like having you back." Troy commented. "You've only been gone a couple of days."

"I think all of you being here might be a factor too." Orion assured him. He looked to the barman. "Where's Centuri? I thought he was going to be here."

"He was held up." The barman told him. "Libra went to see if he could help him."

"We really should talk..."

"Come on Orion, you can't leave your own party." Gia said with a smile as she accepted another drink from the bar. While the Rangers were technically underage, the Reservation had a few dispensations under the law to accommodate their culture. The age of consumption was lower, since the Andresians considered anyone 17 or over an adult and old enough to work in the mines and start a family. They were allowed to cultivate and use their mushroom tea for their religious ceremonies. As long as they didn't do such things off the reservation, they were allowed to maintain their cultural heritage. "Why don't you sing one of your songs?"

"I really..."

"Orion's got a wonderful voice!" Emma interrupted. "Go on Orion! I'd love to see it!"

The rest of the bar joined in the encouragement, pounding on the tables and chanting his name. Eventually, Orion relented and got up to start singing. Cat felt her cell phone vibrating, and pulled it out, answering it.

"Hello?" She asked. "Hi, sorry it's a bit loud in here. I'll need to go outside."

As he left though, Noah, who was sitting at a table with some Andresians, who were staring at him watched her leaving. They were staring at his skin, and some were even playing with his hair, fascinated by how different it was. Andresia had a climate with sunlight that wasn't anywhere near as strong as some regions on Earth. They had evolved with little to no melanin in their eyes, skin or hair, meaning that almost exclusively, they were very pale skinned, blonde haired and had very light coloured eyes. They had seen the variation in the Rangers, and Emma had been there a few times, so they knew Earthlings could be different, but Noah was SO different that they were intrigued.

He furrowed his brows, seeing them whispering. Jake saw him and rolled his eyes.

"Dude, seriously can you just enjoy yourself?" Jake asked him.

"Did you see the way they were looking at her?" Noah asked. Jake just shrugged.

"You know some of them have a thing about...you know." Jake told him.

"But none of them know about her." Noah told him. "They aren't looking at Gia any differently."

"I don't know, maybe it's the hair." Jake answered. "They all seemed pretty intrigued by your 'fro."

"I'm not so sure." Noah told him. Just then, Gia grabbed them.

"Come on guys, they're dancing now! Some of them want us to join in!" She told them.

"I'm not really..."

"Come on Noah, its fun, honestly." Jake assured him. Noah just groaned and got up, being dragged onto the dance floor, where Orion was waiting to show them the moves.

Outside, Cat had found somewhere a little quieter to take her call.

"Sorry Louise, it was really noisy in there." She stated.

"Have you asked her yet?" Louise rushed out excitedly. "Oh, was that your party? Am I missing it?"

"No, it wasn't our party." Cat sighed. "We've got caught up in some Andresian thing with Orion. I haven't had a chance to ask her yet."

"Cat..."

"I know, I really want to ask too. Believe me." Cat protested. "I just figured it might be a good idea to leave it a little while...until we get home."

"But you are going to ask her aren't you?" Louise asked. "You have to promise to call me right away! I want to know..."

"Believe me, you're the first person we'll call." Cat answered. "It sucks for me too. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to ask."

"Well as long as you make it special, and get tons of photos! I want to see Gia's face!" She rushed out excitedly.

"Just enjoy your honeymoon." Cat told her. "We'll let you know what's happening I promise."

With that, she hung up, but as she did, she noticed a couple of people speaking a short way off. She made her way over, but couldn't understand what was being said. She knew it was Andresian.

One of them yelled at her in Andresian as they approached. He kept gesturing to the phone in her hand.

"I'm sorry, it's just my phone!" She told them. As they got closer, coming into the light, she recognised them as Libra and Centuri. When they recognised her, Centuri stepped closer.

"Oh, Cat...I'm sorry for the confusion." He told her. "We didn't recognise you in the dark."

"What are you doing out here?" She asked. "Orion's party is..."

"Libra told me about that, we just had some matters to discuss." Centuri interrupted her. She didn't want to press the matter, knowing that Orion still had to talk to Centuri about the arranged marriage. It wouldn't help him to blurt out that she already knew he was planning on refusing to go through with it.

"Oh...well...OK." She answered.

She noticed that Libra was still staring at her phone. She offered it to him.

"Oh, it's a new I-phone, I just got it." She stated. "Would you like to see it?"

"We...don't really have such devices here." Centuri told her. "We aren't sure about using such things yet."

"Oh." Cat responded. "Well, we could tell you about..."

"That's not necessary." Libra cut her off. Centuri just said something to him in Andresian.

"You're not from around here, so you don't understand our ways." Centuri told her. "Would you mind just keeping it out of sight while you're here?"

"Oh...I guess not." She answered. "So, I'll be getting back now. Are you coming?"

"We'll be along shortly." Centuri told her. With that, she left them. Libra just turned to Centuri.

"I don't like this." Libra told him. "We knew Orion was coming back, but these others he brought with him..."

"Just stay calm." Centuri responded. "They will be on their way soon enough."

With that, they headed for the tavern, where the party was well underway.

A/N: OK, quick note, thanks to those who pointed out an error in my last chapter. The character of Kendall Morgan was mis-named Kiera. Kiera was the pre-production name (not that I'd have minded another Kira in a dinosaur themed season!) and I forgot it was changed for the episodes.

So, to clarify, the character I called Kiera is MEANT to be Kendall, and I've named her as such from now on. Sorry for the mistake.