A/n: I should assure you now, this won't be your normal OC story. Okay, so I don't want to get any flames concerning that.

Actually, no flames at all would be nice. If a certain aspect annoys you, tell me in a civilized manner, not "Oh gawd this story stinks! Quit writing, you're a disgrace to all writers!"

And no "L33T" speak please, I can't understand half the things you're saying.

Random quote of the day: All is fair in love and war.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the seasons of Power Rangers.

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Prelude

A strange young woman ran down the halls of an abandoned building, her blue cat ears flicking, trying to hear anything that might suggest her pursuers were gaining on her. Her mouth turned into a snarl, revealing sharp teeth like a dogs when she heard the growl of the person who was chasing her.

However, she had reached her destination. She punched in a random sequence of numbers into the keypad next to the doors. Luckily, the power was still functioning and the doors slid open. She ran inside and closed the doors before unsheathing her sword that was hanging at her waist and struck the key pad. It sparked and fizzled and she knew that the door wouldn't open anymore.

But what she had planned, it wouldn't need to.

She turned around and looked around the room. It was an old lab of some kind, and machines laid on the tables, still waiting for their inventors to come and either finish, fix, or use them. The woman smiled sadly, knowing that the people who made them would never return.

She walked slowly touching random inventions, each one brought a both happy and sad memory of a time long gone.

Flashback

A young girl tried to climb on top of one of the lab tables, but fell when her small hand that had patches of blue scales grabbed a loose machine instead of the table. The machine threatened to fall on the girl, but a woman grabbed it before it fell. She placed it back on the table before looking down at the girl.

"Syrea, what did your father and I say when we let you come to the academy today?"

"That I couldn't play with any of the machines. But I didn't mean to grab it, I just wanted to see what you were doing."

The womans own cat ears twitch as she smiled. "Then you should of asked." The woman looked over to her assistant. "Boom, do we have anything she could stand or sit on so she can watch us?"

The man thought for a moment before leaving. A couple minutes later he brought back a small step stool and set it down next to the woman. The girl grinned as she climbed it and was able to see the table top.

Her hazel eyes widened as she saw what her mother and her assistant were working on. It was a large device that looked like an old projector.

Her mother saw this and put her hand on the child's head. "That is what will save the world." Syrea frowned at the bittersweet look on her mothers face when she looked down at her. "And you, my little miracle, are the one who will be able to use it."

end

"How mom? How did you know this would happen?" The young woman asked to empty room as she dusted off the machine. "Maybe, once this is all over, I'll know."

Her time remembering was cut short when she heard pounding on the door. She set the settings on the machines and stood by it's side as she pressed the power button.

A white and black vortex opened up and the woman gripped her sword tightly with one hand and the pendent that was around her neck before she ran into it.

Just as she was disappearing, she was the door give to the relentless pounding, and the last thing the woman saw was black suited robots taking aim at her with their arm blasters.