For those who have not read my Forever Red fic, this story takes place right after Leo left the other Red Rangers.

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CHAPTER ONE

It is amazing how quiet it is in space. It is so quiet that even the most solitary of hermits would long to hear another voice. And Leo had never been a hermit. He had tried contacting his friends on Mirinoi via communicator but he couldn't get through. Now, has he flew his Jammer, this time alone, the demons in his mind filled in for them. He would have preferred to be alone. What are you going to do boy? they whispered to him. This isn't an enemy you can hack to pieces with that silly sword of yours. Suddenly, for one miraculous moment, it paused before returning with a greater malice than any real enemy. But that was the problem. This enemy was so real. He just didn't know that. Can you use your blade? it hissed. An image of himself hacking through civilians suddenly came unbidden to his head. Where will you stand, if it comes to war? More importantly, where will your friends? Kai is on the GSA as is your brother. It paused before revealing its cruellest barb. So is Kendrix, could you watch her die again? This time at your own hands. An image of that hellish day on Rashon came to Leo's mind. Kendrix's ethereal form, that bright light and the sudden realisation that she was gone. Think about it boy it commanded before finally leaving. After an eternity of battling the turmoil in his soul, the green planet Mirinoi finally came into view only something was different about it. There was a large patch of brown, barren earth that hadn't been there before. Then, there was an explosion in the Southern hemisphere so large it could be seen from orbit. Leo's blood froze solid and it had nothing to do with the chill of space.

No! Please no!

War was declared.

"Come on, come on!" screamed Leo as he punched the Jammer's controls as if that would make it go any faster. He steered his craft towards the source of the explosion willing the whole situation to be nothing more than a bad dream. Then, suddenly amongst his inner turmoil, an idea came to his mind. An extremely stupid and dangerous idea that could easily get him killed but at that stage he honestly didn't care. His transdagger held enough power to resurrect a Galactabeast and transform it into a Zord but, what would it do to a Jet Jammer? Leo knew he couldn't wait at least five minutes to get to the surface so he stabbed his dagger into the control panel which resulted in a shower of sparks cascading over him. But it worked. The Jammer instantly sped up to a speed that would have killed anyone not wearing a suit similar to the one Leo was wearing. Suddenly instead of stars he saw clouds and just as quickly he passed them.

"Warning," said the expressionless computer voice, "Impact with surface in fifteen seconds." Leo did not slow down. For him, that would be the same as wasting time. Instead, he activated the crash protocols and leant back in his seat before being cocooned in a safety harness even more detailed than the one he was previously wearing.

"Impact in five,

Four,

Three,

Two,

One.

Impact.

Head bangs against console and hits inside of helmet.

A brief sight of bright stars quickly followed by blackness.

But only for five seconds. Leo groaned as he crawled out of the wreckage of his Jet Jammer. He suddenly realised that his visor and much of the front his helmet had been shattered in the crash.

"Uh," he grunted as he tore the helmet off, "I am never doing that again!" As he dropped the ruined helmet, he thought to himself, I really need to stop breaking this. It's becoming a habit. He looked around and suddenly remembered why he was now rubbing a bruise on his face. He looked around and saw two different armies, one wearing the black and grey body armour of the GSA while the opposing side wore animal skins varying from grey to brown. They looked like they had just stopped fighting at literally that second. In all fairness, a Red Ranger crashing into the planet in what appeared to be a kamikaze run aimed at the ground would be enough to stop all but the most zealous of fighters. Despite the rapidly growing pain all over his body he was able to determine what was happening with ease. He leant on his Quasar Sabre and bellowed, "STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" His voice carried all the way across the burnt out wasteland that had, only fifteen minutes previously been a forest. He spun around and it seemed to every combatant that he was able to look every one of them in the eye and see right into their very souls. "You are so much better than this!" he declared, showing no favouritism to either group. "Who's in charge here?" he demanded. Slowly, like two scolded school boys, a man from either faction marched towards the infuriated Red Ranger. "What is the meaning of this?" he hissed.

"One of our children was murdered by the foreigner scum," spat the Mirinoian Elder.

"The savages are lying in order to gain sympathy," challenged the GSA colonel.

"You are going to stop this right now!" Leo ordered, "Tend to your dead, treat your wounded. Once I'm sure you're going to follow my instructions, I'm going to find the rest of my team and fix this."

"One of your "team" is a traitor sir," barked the colonel. Maya fumed Leo we agreed not to take sides! When neither leader appeared to be taking his instructions to heart, Leo said, "I'm going to ask you once more and then I'm going to get angry. Stop this now, tend to your dead, treat your wounded." He raised his blade, "You don't want to see me angry do you?" he asked.

The leaders couldn't arrange a cease-fire fast enough.

When both armies had disappeared from the clearing, only then did Leo allow himself to demorph and collapse to the ground, finally succumbing to his injuries. What he did had caused him damage but, in hindsight, he would have still made the same decision regardless of the injuries he sustained. Because he was Leo and that was the kind of man he was. As he slowly let unconscious take over him completely, he failed to notice he was been watched by for individuals.