On the Warrior Dome, Ripcon was still fuming about the way things had been going the last few weeks. It seemed that ever since the Rangers turned up, the games and the schemes had only become more prevalent. He had suggested a couple of fighters, none of which had impressed. Instead of enhancing his career prospects, he was openly mocked by Cosmo and Odious, right in front of Galvanax! His was the opinion that mattered, HE was the champion, and yet they made him look like a fool in front of him, time and time again. It was almost like they were actively sabotaging him.

He always knew that they never respected him. They saw him as nothing but one of their meat-headed fighters. It was true that most of them were not good businessmen. They were outwitted in contract negotiations all the time. They couldn't see anything beyond their next fight and so they often relied on fast-talking business types to set up their deals and free themselves up to train. It didn't take long for Ripcon to realise that the fighters were getting screwed more often than not in these negotiations and while it was possible for top performers to walk away as rich monsters, it was those in the offices that generally walked away with the steady incomes...and none of THEM had to risk injury or death!

Odious' monster had failed, but she hadn't been mocked the way Ripcon was. If anything, her monster had gotten closer to victory, only to fail at the last hurdle handing the Rangers the win when victory should have been all but certain!

He was ripped from his thoughts as the ship shook violently. He struggled to remain on his feet while others were thrown around.

"What was that?" He screamed into his communicator.

"We're taking fire from some kind of cloaked ship!" He heard a security worker reply. "We're taking heavy fire on the starboard side, deck fifteen, sector twelve!"

"Have a contingent of Kudabots meet me there!" Ripcon yelled as he broke into a run.

Inside, in Odious' secret lab, her prisoner was still strapped into her device, still subject to her torturous experiment, almost completely oblivious to anything outside the helmet up until the screen before his eyes went blank. He would have been thrown from the chair if he wasn't strapped into it. The device seemed to be offline now, it had blocked out anything other than what Odious had wanted him to see or hear, but now it had been knocked out, he could hear, if not see what was happening. The ship rocked again, this time he felt a change in temperature, the room becoming significantly colder as he heard a blast.

He felt something strike the restraint holding his left hand, breaking him free. He was now able to reach the catch holding the right restraint before pulling off the helmet. He tried to get up, but fell to his knees. Everything was blurry as his eyes tried to adjust to the light in the room. It was starting to come into focus, but he could hardly recognise anything. It was only dimly familiar from when he was brought in, but he had been exposed to false images and programming now for...he wasn't even sure how long he had been in that thing.

He was completely disorientated, and his mind was a jumble, like someone had taken a blender to his memories, meaning that nothing made sense. He had no idea what order any of his memories came in. He couldn't figure out where he was or what was going on around him, right now, he couldn't even be sure of who he was. Looking around and hearing the alarms, he only knew one thing, he had to get out of here, and he had to do it fast!

Something called to him from the machine he had been hooked up to. Looking between the hole in the hull and the machine, he thought about just escaping, but an unknown force drew him towards the machine.

He ran for it, kicking the panel which only seemed to dent it. He looked around for something to use to open it, finding a steel rod. He jammed it behind the panel and pulled it with all the strength he had, prying it open. Inside was the Gold Power Star.

He had dim memories of it, he knew it was important, but he wasn't entirely sure why. All he could tell for sure was that he had an almost instinctual feeling deep within him that it belonged to him, and he had to ensure that no one else got their hands on it, even if he risked his life to retrieve it every second he remained in this place.

The prisoner reached for the Gold Power Star, grabbing it and felt its power flow through him, energising him as he morphed into the Gold Ranger. He stared at his hands, still unable to straighten out his thoughts, but he didn't have long before his focus was returned sharply when Ripcon ran into the room. The initial blast had punched a hole through several bulkheads meaning that the lab was now fully exposed to anyone that walked past.

"What is this place?" He asked, before seeing the Ranger before him. He drew his swords. "The Gold Ranger? How did you get on the ship?"

This was an excellent question, one the Gold Ranger was perfectly certain he shouldn't answer even if he was in a position to do so. As Ripcon came for him, swinging wildly, the Gold Ranger dodged his swings. He struck the creature in the face, before spinning around, kicking him in the chest. Ripcon rolled away from him with the force of the blow, at which the prisoner stared, surprised that he was able to do something like that. Was he some kind of warrior? How did he know how to fight? He saw Ripcon coming for him again, this time swinging far more viciously and coming so quickly he couldn't defend himself for long.

"I don't know how you got here Gold Ranger, but you aren't leaving!" Ripcon stated as he started to power up his blades. "You're going to tell me who brought you on board...and it'll be the last thing you ever do!"

The Gold Ranger heard something calling to him. Glancing at the hole in the hull, he saw the Astro Zord outside the ship. It was a long way from the ship, but he opted to take his chances and ran, leaping out of the hole just as Ripcon's Double Blade Doom Strike flew towards him, slamming into the wall. He was astounded by how far he jumped, wondering how it was in any way physically possible to jump so far, though he was grateful as the top of the Astro Zord opened up, allowing him to fall into it. The Astro Zord powered up its engines and sped away from the Warrior Dome, its laser cannons firing wildly, unable to draw a bead on it. Ripcon grabbed the edge, looking out of the hole and screaming in frustration as he watched it go. He was quickly joined by some Kudabots.

"Search every inch of this room for clues! I want to know EXACTLY what this place is!" Ripcon instructed them. "Then I want everyone onboard questioned! The Gold Ranger got on board this ship and I want to know how!"

Back at the Ranger Base, Mick and the others were keeping track of the Astro Zord. It was incredibly troubling that a Zord would act on its own. While they knew the Zords had a few automatic functions, for the most part they tended not to act without the Rangers directing them to.

"The Astro Zord just attacked the Warrior Dome and then left." Kendall told them. "According to this, it...it has a passenger on board now."

"There was no one on the ship before." Brody said, looking confused. "Do you think it rescued someone from the ship?"

"It looks that way." Mick replied. "It looks like it's coming down. I'm going to try and plot a trajectory, see if I can figure out where it's going to land."

"It's directly overhead; it's heading for Summer Cove." Kendall told him. "According to this, if it holds this trajectory it's going to land in the city plaza."

Onboard the Astro Zord, the Gold Ranger was grateful to be free of the Warrior Dome, but inside this unfamiliar ship, and with no one to explain what was happening, it was only marginally less terrifying being in this ship than the one he had been on.

He went to the control panels, trying to figure out if there was some way to find out where he was going. He couldn't for a minute figure out any of the controls, but seeing the navigation computer, it told him he was in a place called Summer Cove. The name was dimly familiar. He didn't feel a strong emotional connection, it wasn't like it was home to him, but more like somewhere he had visited a few times, somewhere that he had or at least should be familiar with.

Looking at the computer, he saw the altitude dropping, and could see he was coming down. Whoever was controlling the ship looked like they were planning on landing. He felt the ship slowing down which seemed to confirm this.

Before long, he felt a little jolt as the altimeter read zero, and the engines seemed to be powering down. He took this to mean that the ship had finally landed. The side of the ship started to open, flooding the cockpit with light. Shielding his eyes, the Gold Ranger made his way slowly forward.

Back at the Ranger Base, Kendall and Mick were tracking the descent. They wanted to send the Rangers to the landing site. It was difficult because the Astro Zord was utilising its cloaking technology, likely to throw off enemies, but they could narrow down its location within a certain range.

"Uh...guys, you might want to take a look at this!" Preston told them, pointing to another screen. This time it was the local news stream. A reporter was on-site at the city plaza and the broadcast was streaming live with the banner 'UFO Landed – Breaking News'. "Who wants to bet this is a coincidence?"

"If it is, one hell of a coincidence!" Hayley answered.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the UFO has landed in the city plaza." The reporter began. "Despite the incredible personal risk, considering the swathe of alien invaders that have come to Summer Cove lately, I'm going to stay to find out what we're going to see. I'm going to try and get closer..."

"Leslie, look! The hatch is opening!" One of the anchors in the studio said, alerting her to this development.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the ship appears to be opening up, someone appears to be coming out!" The reporter stated as she started to move towards the ship, looking noticeably nervous. "I'm going to remain with this live broadcast as long as I can. Is this new arrival friend or foe?"

The Gold Ranger leapt out of the ship, landing in the middle of the plaza. He looked around at the crowd of terrified citizens and felt the same fear washing over him. He didn't know anyone here. He didn't recognise anything.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it's a Gold Power Ranger!" The reporter said, becoming delighted. The crowd started to cheer, beginning to chant for the Gold Ranger. The reporter broke into a run, along with the rest of the crowd, all heading for the new hero.

The Gold Ranger saw the people running towards him, and even though they seemed to be chanting for him, he panicked, being surrounded by so many strangers. He ran off, quickly leaving the crowd far behind.

"The Gold Ranger?" Preston asked.

"Who is that?" Calvin added.

"I don't know." Sarah stated. "But whoever it is, he must be the one who pulled the Gold Power Star out of that prism!"

"That only leaves two questions." Brody responded. "Who is he, and what was he doing in the Warrior Dome?"

Elsewhere in the city, the Gold Ranger finally stopped running, satisfying himself that he was no longer in danger of being pursued. He looked to his new outfit, wondering how to get it off when it disappeared. He was now looking down at his own body and hands once more, but his mind was no clearer. He didn't know what had been done to him, but he had a tangle of thoughts and memories he just couldn't make sense of any of them.

He found a quiet corner and started to go through his pockets, looking for something that could help. He found a wallet, a receipt for a cabin, and a cell phone. Looking through the wallet, he found a driver's licence with a name on it. Levi Weston.

"Levi Weston?" He asked, trying it out as he stroked his own face. Yes, the name was his, he definitely remembered the name, and his memories were now starting to make a little more sense. He just hoped that now he knew that, with a little more time, he could figure out who the hell Levi Weston was!

Fin.