History

"In conclusion, history tells us that the Troobians destroyed countless planets in their campaign to rule the galaxy under Lord Omni. The destruction of people's homes, their lives, was an endless travesty until the power rangers of Earth branch SPD were able to stop them. B–Squad cadets, Jack Landors, Sky Tate, Bridge Carson, Elizabeth Delgado, and Sydney Tate, are those brave rangers. There was Sam, the Omega ranger, and Nova ranger, forces from the future. Together, we were able to band together to end the destruction of Earth by the Troobian Empire; thank you."

Kat steps down from the podium of the lecture hall as soon as she finishes speaking. She has been giving these lectures, sometimes press covered, for days. News spread fast enough, but many educational institutes wanted a first hand examination. Thus, who better than the renowned Doctor Katherine Manx? She has been qualitatively giving guest lectures on the SPD portion of the fight against the Troobians all over the country.

"Thank you, Doctor Manx," says the president of Pennsylvania technical school.

"Don't mention it," she mumbles in a flat tone. She's tired, and a bit bored of talking about things, and in every lecture, she has to go over the destruction of her home planet again and again! All she wants to do is go home and relax.

"I was contacted by the board of directors—"

"All guest lectures must be arranged via direct contact with me or High Commander Cruger," she throws over her shoulder, already on her way out. Back in NewTech, she still had the patience to hang around a bit to answer questions. Now, though, they've just become ridiculous, sometimes fangirl–esque questions.

She catches the private car always arranged for her transportation between the various schools and hotels. The ride is fairly brief, but still not quick enough for Kat. She thanks the driver and heads straight up to her room. In less than a minute, her heels are off, as well as her blazer, and her blouse is unbuttoned to show the tank–top underneath. Grabbing a spring water from her mini–fridge – all paid for by the school – she pulls out her morpher. She wanted to leave it at base but Doggie insisted she take it, for easy communication, in case of emergency, and if the students wanted to see its mechanics. "Doggie, come in, it's Kat."

"Kat, how are things going?" asks his great, blue muzzle.

Kat takes a moment to just stare at the warm face of her dear friend. "It's good to see you, Doggie. You have no idea how tired I am."

"I keep telling you, all it takes is one phone call and they'll never bother you again," Doggie leans his snout down. He has already made calls to several schools who were asking for her to join their staff full time, but getting barked at by a High Commander deterred them.

"It's all right, Doggie, I can take it. I just wish they'd take a rest, so I could have some time to relax." Kat runs a hand through her curls and looks at him. "Or, at least you could come with me."

"I wish I could," he shakes his head and shrugs.

"We better be getting a loooong honeymoon after all this," Kat quirks her eyebrow.

"Don't worry, Love, I've made it very clear to Birdy that you need a loooong break after all this," Doggie smiles at his wife. "You'll have to stop flying soon anyway, so don't fear."

"I know, I just want a friggin' break," Kat rubs her not yet bulging abdomen.

"Don't worry, there's only one lecture tomorrow at Arizona State."