In Afghanistan, many years ago, Trevor made his way through the command outpost, heading straight for the Commanding Officer's office. He was livid, so furious that he didn't stop to acknowledge any of the many people on his way in. He breezed straight past the front desk, he shoved a security officer out of the way, he even ignored completely the CO's secretary as he pounded on the door. He had blood on his uniform, having come straight from the forensics lab. He had brought Victor's corpse to the lab personally and he had stood over the Medical Examiner as he performed his autopsy. He hadn't bothered to change or clean up.

"Sergeant Marx, the General is busy!" The receptionist protested.

"I know he's in there, I saw the light on from outside!" Trevor roared, pounding on the door angrily. The security officers tried to pull him away.

"Alright Sergeant Marx, it's time to…" The guard holding Trevor fell away as he punched him straight in the face, knocking him out in a single shot. The other went for his baton but joined his comrade on the floor before it even cleared his belt. Trevor, no longer with the patience used his size twelve as a master key, kicking the door open and ripping the lock straight off the inside.

"What in the world?" The General demanded.

"I'm sorry sir, we tried to stop…"

Trevor slammed an evidence bag onto the table, containing some blood-stained bullets. He glared straight at the General.

"I have no problem discussing this in front of them." Trevor stated. "But I have a feeling you might want to clear the room."

The General sighed and gestured to the others to leave. He closed the door behind them, before looking to Trevor.

"You better make this good Marx." The General told him. "I've had people discharged for less."

"I just had those rounds pulled out of a local medical volunteer from the site of the latest massacre." Trevor told him.

"They found bullets?" He asked. "I thought…"

"I accompanied the body myself, funny how the evidence didn't go missing when I did that." Trevor told him. "Those are M4 rounds."

"Huh." The General replied.

"Is that all you have to say? Huh?" He responded. "All the locals use AK's. They're common on the market and they're easy to operate. They've got kids running around with those damn things. OUR side uses M4s!"

The General just stared at him.

"You're saying you think our guys…?"

"See, that would be a good theory, but I managed to speak with the victim before he died." Trevor told him. "He said that the attackers wore masks. Just like the Ghosts."

"Marx…"

"You want to know a couple of interesting things I found out? The Ghosts use M4s. I checked and they got their supplies from us." Trevor continued. "I also followed the paper trail and found out that their contract is paid out through this office which means you're the one that's paying them!"

"Marx, I'm warning you…"

"You could have easily ordered that evidence destroyed. You could have my investigation hampered and you were the one that hired those mercs." Trevor ranted. "They're acting on your orders, aren't they?"

"Marx, I am this close to sending you to a Courts Marshall…"

"DIDN'T YOU?" Trevor demanded. The General didn't say anything, instead taking a seat behind his desk.

"We're here to secure the region Marx. We need to be sure that the guys we're hunting, the guys who are taking pot shots at us every day aren't hiding in plain sight." The General told him, getting a bottle of water out of a mini fridge and opening it, taking a sip. "We had to be sure that the locals weren't harbouring any sympathies. Weren't hiding anything. Now, you know that it would be…uncomfortable for our guys to be involved in such things."

"So, you hired mercs to do the dirty work for you. People who wouldn't think twice about firing on non-combatants." Trevor said, feeling his temper rising. "They've been murdering civilians! Women and children! Medics! All on YOUR orders!"

"And now people are scared!" The General stated. "So scared, they'll welcome anyone that will keep them safe."

"They were civilians." Trevor reiterated. "You're going to the Hague for this!"

"You see, that's where you're wrong Marx. I'm not going anywhere." The General told him. "You see, there are people back home, important people, that think I'm doing a good job. They kind of like the way things are going out here. Do you really think they'll listen to some jumped up MP with a wild conspiracy theory?"

"They'll find it hard to argue once I bring in The Ghosts." Trevor told him.

"And you don't think I've already thought of that?" He asked. "Consider this a direct order from a superior officer. The Ghosts aren't to be touched."

"I don't work for you…"

"That's where you're wrong Marx. In this region I'm the Commanding Officer, which means everything that goes on here is down to me." He stated. "You're only here because I allowed it because you have a reputation for being by-the-book. I was expecting a routine look and then declare the case unsolved but you just couldn't leave it alone."

He took a long slug from his water and smirked at Trevor. Every fibre in his being wanted to act, to grab the General and put him in cuffs, but he already knew that if he did, there would be a mountain of red tape that would block his every move. If he even managed to somehow get a hearing, he would have an uphill struggle and if The General did manage to get off, Trevor would be brought up on charges himself for accusing a superior officer. He considered lashing out, but he knew that wouldn't do him any good either.

"Forget what you've seen here Marx." The General told him. "You might just have a career if you just learn to leave things alone that aren't anything to do with you."

With that, he dismissively waved him out the door. Trevor left the office, stepping over the men who were just starting to come to. He knew that The General was untouchable here. He could do nothing, and it sickened him to his core. He got outside where the rest of his unit was waiting.

"Serge, what happened?" One of them asked. Trevor didn't answer. How could he tell his men he was being asked to simply stand and do nothing as innocent people were being murdered?

"We've been ordered off the case." He finally managed to say. The men reacted pretty much exactly as he expected. They wanted to know why. They shouted their protests, they demanded to know what was said. Trevor couldn't help looking down at his uniform, still covered with the blood of his friend. He tensed up and looked to his men. "The General said we've to pack up and leave."

"Sergeant, how can we let this go?" One of them demanded. He brought out a map. "I've been checking the attacks, finding a pattern of movements, we can figure out the likely targets…"

Trevor didn't hear the rest, instead looking to his uniform once more. Something inside him snapped and he grabbed his kit bag and his weapon.

"Where are the likely targets?" He asked. The man handed him a map with a few villages marked. "What I'm about to do is against orders. I can't ask any of you to come…"

"You're not asking!" Another stated with authority. Trevor gestured to their truck.

"Then move out!" Trevor called out as they mounted up and pulled out, heading for the nearest of the predicted targets.

Back in Summer Cove in the current day, the Rangers were once again battling Psycho Green, and it was not going well. They hadn't even had a chance to recover from their battles with Forcefear before he attacked, throwing them out of their own Zords.

"LEVI!" Brody called out as he saw the Gold Ranger flying face-first into a pillar. His visor splintered and his helmet almost cracked right open from the force of the blow. Brody went after Psycho Green, throwing himself at him in a fury, losing all of his composure and with it, his technique. Psycho Green managed to disarm him, before bearing him to the ground. His dagger appeared in his hand and he powered it up, preparing to drive it straight down into him.

Hayley rushed at him, tacking Psycho Green off him and rolling away, before they both regained their feet. Psycho Green was a little faster off the mark though, knocking her sword from her hand and raking his dagger down. Hayley's helmet got in the way, taking the brunt of it, sparing her life with only a deep gouge to show for it. His follow-up kick though, which was powered up by green lightning was a lot more telling. As it connected, Hayley could feel at least one, possibly more of her ribs caving inward and all the air leaving her body. She fell to the ground, her vision tinged in red as Preston and Sarah fired on him, giving her an opening to drag herself away.

"Alright, I've had ENOUGH of this guy!" Calvin yelled, seeing the state his girlfriend was in, anger flaring up as he saw her flopping to the ground behind Hayley and Preston, barely able to move. He powered up his sword. "Lion Fire Armour, FINAL STRIKE!"

He brought the blade down, burning through the air straight into Psycho Green. He hit the ground and started sparking, but he was still moving, still struggling. Calvin could see his armour had cracked, and although he had given almost everything in the blow, he started to power up again. His head felt fuzzy, his legs started to quiver as Calvin summoned up every last bit of energy he could. All his love, all his hate, into one blow.

"Lion Fire Armour, FINAL STRIKE!" He screamed, once again bringing down the sword. Before it could land though, a portal opened behind Psycho Green and he was pulled through. Calvin's strike landed, tearing up the street, following which he passed out, flopping to the ground. The team grabbed him and were helping him up when the SWAT team arrived.

"Oh, come ON!" Preston complained as they disembarked and started to come their way, training weapons on them. "Can we all catch just ONE break?"

Just then, a figure in a suit of high-tech battle armour arrived, landing on the ground between them and the SWAT team. The stranger launched some kind of disks into the vehicles behind them, following which the guns were snatched straight from their hands and stuck to the sides of the trucks.

"How…how did…?"

"Elector magnetism." The stranger said in a distorted voice. "The power won't last long. I suggest you do one of your disappearing acts and regroup back at the school."

"The school?" Preston asked. "How would you know…?"

"Do you really want to debate this right now?" The stranger asked. "Don't worry Brody, I'll provide the smoke screen this time."

The stranger set off a smoke bomb, obscuring them all from view. Given the circumstances, the Rangers didn't think it wise to stick around and question things too deeply. They could figure out who their saviour was later.

Up on the Warrior Dome, Trevor was trying to get his bearings. He didn't know how he had gotten here, or even where here was, but it wasn't like his blackouts. He hadn't lost any time, he had literally been snatched from the battle and brought here.

He didn't know what to expect, probably some kind of cell or something, but he was in what could only be described as a banquet hall. It was far more ornate than anything he had ever been able to afford going to on a soldiers' or a cops' salary. It was so full of the trappings of wealth and luxury it had long since passed the point of obscene. Sculptures, paintings, architecture decorated with precious metals and gems all existed for no other purpose than to make it clear whoever owned this place cared nothing for the expense. There was a long table in the middle that would serve his entire precinct, surrounded by carved chairs and loaded with all kinds of food and drink, even things that he couldn't recognise at first, until his armour started to give him some recognition. Many of these delicacies weren't from Earth, or even this galaxy! He looked to the top of the table where he could see three creatures loading up plates like they had not seen food in days. They were filthy, dishevelled creatures that looked like they belonged like rats in a restaurant.

"Oh my…look who it is! He actually did it!" A short, blue creature said, putting down his plate and dropping to his knees. A name flashed through Trevor's mind, telling him this creature was called Squatt. Squatt fell to his knees before him. "Psycho Green!"

"We couldn't believe it when we saw you were still…" Baboo tried to find a way to say 'alive' without angering him as he too fell to his knees. The third creature did likewise. He somehow heard the name of this creature to be Finster.

"What my colleague means to say is…we are all delighted to see you!" Finster told him. Trevor was now more confused than ever. He was getting information in his mind, he knew these creatures had once served under those that attacked the Earth before. He had been a child but he still remembered hearing the names Rita Repulsa and Lord Zedd.

"What am I doing here?" Trevor asked. He shook his head as he remembered that in his armour people didn't understand him.

"You're here because I brought you here." Cosmo said as he arrived. He gestured around the walls. "Oh, in case you're curious, there are universal translators built into the walls here. I find it makes things so much easier. My clients and customers speak quite literally billions of languages and I can't guarantee they will always have a common tongue."

"Them I know…somehow." Trevor told him, before pointing at him. "YOU I don't! What do you want?"

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Cosmo Royale, owner, proprietor, CEO and creative genius behind Galaxy Warriors! The most popular TV show in the universe!"

"Let me guess, you're the asshole that's been sending monsters to Earth for months!" Trevor snapped. Cosmo just held up his hands.

"Guilty as charged I'm afraid!" He told him. "Now, as for what I want…"

"I'm not really concerned what you want!" Trevor told him. "This is MY planet…"

"And believe me, you can have it! I have no interest in the Earth!" Cosmo told him bluntly. "All I want is what the Rangers have. They are keeping something from me, a great source of power that they stole from me. Once I have that back, and I've destroyed them on my show, to be honest, your planet really isn't of any interest to me."

Cosmo lit up a cigar, looking to him.

"I have a proposition for you. My new associates here have told me a lot about you. Your reputation really does precede you." Cosmo told him. "The way I see it our interests are aligned."

"I don't see how your monsters destroying my planet is in my interests." Trevor growled. Cosmo just smiled.

"Well, it doesn't have to be that way." He told him. "You're going to fight the Rangers, anyway right? The way I see it, I can help you with that. I send some of my forces to help and you let me film it all. Make a little money out of the whole proceedings."

"Mercenaries?" Trevor asked him.

"I wouldn't phrase it like that, but if you want to, that's up to you." Cosmo replied. "Who knows, maybe once this is done, we can continue to do business. I can be very…generous. Just ask your comrades here."

"Oh yes, he's VERY generous!" Baboo assured him.

"Yeah, once we've eaten here, he's going to let us choose a whole new wardrobe all on his expense!" Squatt rushed out. Trevor looked to them and then back to Cosmo.

"Money, you really think I'm interested in money?" Trevor asked.

"Well, you can have the Earth of course." Cosmo rushed out. "To rule over as you see fit."

"Rule my own planet?" Trevor asked. "NO DEAL!"

He hit Cosmo with a power wave, slamming him against a bulkhead before he disappeared in a flash of lightning. Baboo and Squatt helped Cosmo to his feet.

"What happened?" He demanded. "I thought you knew him!"

"Well…we didn't so much MEET him per se." Finster clarified. "We knew him by reputation, but his actions…they're as much a surprise to us as they are to you!"

"Yeah, Psycho Green was so vicious almost every member of the United Alliance of Evil was terrified of him!" Squatt told him. "He never cared about any planet, let alone its people!"

"Really?" Cosmo asked. "Then why the change of heart now?"

Several years ago, in Afghanistan, The Ghosts started to make their way towards a village, the latest on their hit-list. They started to fan out and look through the streets, trying to find any signs of any guards. Although they were hired to hit civilian targets, they couldn't rule out a few with weapons. They were cold and callous, but they were also careful. They had been formed from former members of some of the deadliest Special Forces units from all around the globe.

"You find anything?" One of them asked across his comms.

"No, it's all quiet." Another answered. "I haven't heard so much as a peep."

"Something's not right here." Another stated. "I wasn't expecting much in the way of guards, but…I haven't even seen any civilians."

"I've got an empty building over here." Yet another said.

"What the hell is going on?" One of them asked. Just then, floodlights came on, bringing the whole village into light. Trevor and his unit all appeared, preparing their weapons.

"We already moved the civilians to another location!" Trevor called out. "Sergeant Trevor Marx, Military Police! This ends now!"

"Military cops?" One of The Ghosts asked, the one that Trevor presumed was the leader as his men started to emerge. "I guess you didn't get the memo. We've got friends out here. You can't arrest us!"

"Who said anything about arresting you?" Trevor screamed. "LIGHT THEM UP!"

The Ghosts opened fire as the first salvo took down two of their number before they could get to cover.