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[Kobe Nathan Wade]

SDF HQ: Penthouse

"Sir, I've finished cataloging all of the ranger's gear for their arrival, but frankly I don't see the point in further equipping what are essentially a bunch of celestially chosen demigods. Aren't all their weapons S-tier plasma grade?" Chirped a tall redhead in a lab coat. She had glasses, freckles, and a curvy figure underneath her long skirt and turtle neck sweater. Her posture screamed introvert as she looked away from the man to which she spoke.

"It isn't for them, Piper. It's for us. You, I, and the rest of the SDF are the their only cavalry. If they drop like flies on their first mission we're going to need some serious firepower to run extraction." Huffed a man whom looked like a veteran detective. He had a bushy mustache and a grim expression. His salt-and-pepper hair showed his age, as well as the hard lines on his face. He stood on the balcony of the penthouse, barely able to see the street he was staring at for how far below him it was. Regardless he watched it sternly, watching every uniform which entered and exited the SDF building to catch when someone who did not match the crowd waded through it.

"Oh..." Said Piper quietly, as if she was just realizing for the first time she was an official part of the team, and not simply a technician.

"I need you to stay up to date on any black market technology that comes in. You're the only one who even remotely understands the new magi-tech Rita is giving her soldiers. We need contingency plans for everything." Remarked the older gentlemen without looking back at her.

"Yes sir, Mr. Faunt." Piper shifted uncomfortably, and fiddled with the corner of her lab coat for a second before speaking up again. "Um, why don't I run an evidence report for this morning, on that note?" She chimed, desperately looking for something to do so she didn't have to make awkward chit chat with her boss. He gave a satisfied grunt in return and she twirled on the ball of her foot to walk back into the penthouse. It looked equipped for a Korean pop band, comfortable trendy furniture strewn about the modern living area in the five ranger colors variating between each. There were glass coffee and end tables, as well as a large dining table in a separated dining room adjacent to the spacey stocked kitchen. The balcony was open, with large sliding glass doors to close it from the elements. On the other side of the room, a large super computer loomed taking up one wall, and directly next to it were five doors of each ranger color respectfully. Piper sat down at the super computer and began typing away, pulling up various reports and lists.

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(Let's assume each of you at least know who Jason is, having been recruited by him to arrive today, and have been told Faunt's name. His first name is Kenneth if you care.)

 

[VolcanicAccelerator]

(Do we know of him via a briefing or have we actually sat down and talked to him before?)

 

[Ace Cream]

Mint Blaun

A girl in an oversized trench coat entered the SDF's penthouse. Her eyes didn't shows any expression and made her looks like she was spacing out while walking. A pair of earphones that she wore were connected to the choker on her neck, it was an important piece of equipment for her but most people simply thought it was some kind of music player.

"Mister Kenneth Faunt, where?" She asked the receptionist sitting behind the counter. The receptionist was opening her mouth to answer but before any voice came out Mint immediately thanked her and entered the elevator nearby to go to the floor where Mr. Faunt was supposed to be. Mint just read the receptionist mind without actually meant to. While having the power to read mind sounds cool on paper, due to its always active nature Mint was feeling rather guilty about it.

After she arrived at the floor, it didn't take long for Mint to find the room. She knocked on the door and entered it. Her attention was immediately drawn towards the biggest computer screen she ever seen. Without paying attention to the other things, Mint just stood there staring and being mesmerized by the screen. She wants one for her room, the bigger the better.

 

[shadowstrikr25]

Decker Grayson

As Detective Faunt was observing the streets below, he would notice a man in a navy bomber jacket zipping above the crowd. The man seemed to be moving around the building, gaining speed. More importantly, every time he passed through Detective Faunt's line of sight, he seemed to get closer and closer. Once it looked like the man was only a few dozen feet below, he would hear a click as a device attached itself to the supports of the balcony. The man rapidly flew upwards, landing on the balcony and rolling to his feet, the device unlatching and retreating towards a bracer on his forearm. As he stood, the bracer disappeared in a flash of blue light.

Decker regarded the detective, trying to get a good read on the man. "So, I'm gonna guess you're Kenny, right?" Taking a quick glance inside he found the two people he would personally consider looked the least like a Kenneth possible. The way the penthouse was set up however, afforded it a second look. His eyes were taking note of every little feature and escape route of the room, forming a near perfect duplicate in his head. He let out a low whistle. "Is this where we're gonna be hanging out? Way more upscale than I'm used to. Are there rules against putting your feet up, or is that just gonna piss off the cleaners?"

 

[Kobe Nathan Wade]

"Hello, Miss Blaun," Said Kenneth, taking a couple steps inside the open balcony doors. The girl had silently walked without his notice into the apartment and immediately took interest in the computer on the wall. Piper had not noticed either while she was flicking away on various operating systems and news websites. She slowly turned around with a confused look on her face in her swivel chair to see who Faunt had been referring to, only to realize the person was right next to her. She let out a short shriek of surprise and sent herself spinning across the room towards the bedroom doors in her swivel chair. Sitting down she was face to face level with the shorter girl, and once she had regained her composure she looked back at the first arrival.

"I'm sorry, Miss Blaun, you startled me. I'm Piper Miskova, I'll be taking care of all your equipment necessities while... well... I guess as long as you're a ranger and I don't get fired!" Said Piper with extra pep and friendliness despite the fact she just insenuated she may be fired for some reason. She may have realized this, as she blushed slightly and scooted back to her keyboard. "Do you like technology? Doctor Ender sent me the schematics for your speach-collar, so I can handle any maintenance on that as well."

"Oh Piper, really." Mumbled Kenneth under his breath at her outburst. When she began chatting with the newly dubbed Pink Ranger, Faunt was satisfied the new arrival would at least be preoccupied until the others showed up. He then turned back out towards the damp air out on the terrace and peered over the side, just in time to see someone using some sort of grappling device to scale the side of the building. When the man began rapidly ascending, Kenneth nearly reached for his communicator. His hand hesitated, however, when he saw a glint of blue light off of the man in transit's wrist. Kenneth relaxed and huffed, before sticking his hands in his pockets and leering at the man all the time it took him to place his feet firmly onto the balcony.

"I can see you're settling into your new abilities well, Mr. Grayson. Kenneth is fine, thankyou." Said Faunt after the other addressed him first. "I'm sure Oleana won't mind as long as you take off your shoes on the terrace. Or the matt, if you ever happen to use the door." The SDF director then took a few steps further towards the door so that he was standing next to Decker. "I trust you'll behave yourself otherwise, eh Blue Ranger? Jason assured me I wasn't working with the owner of Lakes and Lyres." Director Faunt only said this so that the two men could hear, and did not look at Decker as he spoke.

 

[VolcanicAccelerator]

Bryson Gorath

"Son of a-" shouted Bryson from the entrance, he had just smacked his head upon the doorframe trying to walk inside. Though little blame could actually be placed upon the doorframe, Bryson was a hulking individual nearing the 7ft mark and about as wide as a ox, "All this damn fancy tech and you cant make a door-" Bryson then punched the doorframe which if he was of normal strength would result in a bruised hand and a unfazed steel (I imagine its steel but correct me if Im wrong) doorframe but when Bruce threw the punch the metal actually faltered and crumpled causing a decent sized dent, "That'll show it to mess with me" he smirked before forging forwards into the lobby...upon entering Bryson noticed a receptionist looking at him with a frightened expression, he shrugged it off he was used to that look.

"Hey where is uh-" Bryson racked his mind for the name that sqaure jason dude gave him, "Kevin Fault? Or something like that?" Bruce wasn't great at remembering much outside of brawling and street survival, The receptionist seemed to understand who he meant and pointed him at the floor he needed to take. "Uh one more quick thing, where's ya kitchen? Im starving"


With a ding of the elevator, Bryson arrived on the floor and walked inside, sauce dribbling onto his shirt as Bryson decided to ask the kitchen staff to whip up a favorite of his...he called it the "Double Baconwhich" its a blt but instead of bread holding the sandwhich together it was bacon! Truly diabetes in a meal but Bryson needed LOTS of calories to keep up with his massive body and it tasted awesome, looking up to see two chicks at computers, a old dude and another dude wearing some blue jacket by the balcony, "This place is badass-" was the only thing Bryson said before diving back into his meal

 

[Ace Cream]

Mint Blaun

Mint snapped out of her trance when Piper greeted her. She just nodded but didn't say anything back while silently watching Piper working with the computer. Only after a few moments of watching did Mint slided to sit right next to Piper.

"Equipment neccesities, right? I want this then." Mint pointed at the supercomputer, while her eyes still looks like a dead fish's there's now a glint of excitement there. "I want to play Spacecraft on a supercomputer."

 

[shadowstrikr25]

Decker Grayson

The now former criminal let out a quick chuckle. "Wait, you've actually got cleaners here? Shit, I was just joking. And Decker works well enough, no need to be formal." Taking the detective's lead, he responded to the question of his behavior at a similar volume. "Don't worry, I'll be good. Plus, criminals can't be Rangers, right?" With that, he kicked his pair of old, worn sneakers off on the terrace and made his way inside to better familiarize himself with the space where he would undoubtedly be relaxing. The centerpiece was undoubtedly the massive computer currently spewing forth data at a rate most would have trouble keeping up with. Decker, being decidedly not most people, flicked his eyes between a few different headlines before getting a feeling that someone was heading into the room.

Then in walked one of the biggest sons-of-bitches that Decker had ever seen eating what could only be described as an instant heart attack. All the protein in the meal made sense given that the man that just walked in had the rough build of a refrigerator, if a refrigerator was built from skin, bone, and a whole lot of muscle. "You said it big guy. They got cleaners up here too. Seriously high-class joint." With one fluid motion, he fell down onto the couch and put his feet up on the table. "Which is probably gonna help with that slight trail of sauce and grease you're leaving on the floor."

When one of the ladies at the computer spoke up after moving closer to the other, Decker turned his head towards them with a raised eyebrow. "The most advanced tech you can find, and you want to play a game on it?" Without waiting for an answer he rolled his eyes, thinking both of better uses for a supercomputer (some of which where technically illegal) and about how this was typical of someone from the upper districts. 'New piece of tech that could revolutionize my life? I'll just game on it.' Taking a quick breath to focus, he looked at the other lady by the life changing supercomputer. "So you're handling logistics in this little operation? Or is it just asset acquisition?"

 

[Kobe Nathan Wade]

Faunt hung back as Decker moved further inside the apartment, watching the younger man carefully but seemingly satisfied with his answer. It was a confusing situation he found himself in. Babysitting this lot of beings each of which could likely break his bones without trying. He knew for now the two criminals were docile for now, but only with the promise of effectively nullifying their criminal records as long as they're active as rangers and in good standing doing so. While sure, they could stick their faces on a wanted list should they turn on the SDF, but what of this ranger magic? Their transcendent weapons? These men were theoretical tanks with legs, especially the largest of the three whom had just walked in the door, breaking Kenneth from his self imposed trance. He shuddered at the thought of attempting to detain him.

"Yes Bryson," Said Faunt speaking right on the end of Decker's own comments. "It's a good thing you've had lunch already, though, as you'll be having your first field test as soon as Jason relays back with the intel he's scouting. We aren't planning it to be a silent mission, but you're all going to need to keep a low profile until everyone gets into position. Until then make yourselves at home."

"Uhm, oh. Hm. Well, I don't know if that'd be allowed, because this is one of the most powerful computers the SDF has access to other than the district four branch who actually designs our new projects. I've barely been cleared to use it for our purposes. I do have the latest AFEX-49 Gaming Computer with a four screen setup in my Apartment the floor below this one, so you could pop down there one day instead, how's that?" Piper looked away from Mint only when Decker approached as well. She had seen his picture, but in person Piper caught herself nearly stuttering to reply to his question. She smiled dreamily at him as she spoke. "As a matter of fact I'm logistics, acquisitions, communications, personnel, and transport friend. No need for anyone else when you've got the best at everything right here." This seemed to be the first semblance of confidence Piper had displayed, twirling her fiery orange hair on one side around her finger and rotating playfully back and forth in her swivel chair. Socially she was timid but it seemed professionally she had a fire inside her.

"Piper, let's keep it professional. I'm not their boss, but I'm still yours." Said Kenneth sternly. Piper squeaked a quick "yes sir." And turned back around to flick away across more screens. Suddenly the TV mounted on the wall in front of the couches lit up with the same feed the computer's screen did, allowing everyone in the room to see what she was doing wherever they were. The top left corner of the screens showed a large pyramid glass building amongst a sea of darker and more conventional modern architecture. The structure was massive, and the surface of all of the windows shifted in different neon glowing colors, mixing together as if made of a massive lava lamp's innards. The next fourth of the picture showed rows of slot machines and blackjack tables as far as the camera could see. The words in the corner of this block said "*live." A sea of people won and lost simultaneously, but no sound matched their emotions. The next screen on the bottom left showed a boxing match, with many people around the ring in lavish suits cheering on the fighters, again with muted screams and boos. The next showed the parking garage, which had a steady stream of luxury cars being checked by security and valet respectively.

"Ah good, thank you, Piper. You read my mind. Decker, Mint, Bryson, I know the position you find yourselves in is unexpected to say the least. I apologize the fate of our planet, which has perhaps treated none of you kindly, is now asking for you alone to save it. It is out of anyone alive's control, and whatever your reasons I commend you for joining Piper, Jason, and I on this task force. Power Rangers, your first mission will involve this; The Aurora Borealis Hotel, Casino, and Sports Arena. It is the single highest grossing gambling hall on the planet, as well as considered by some as the 'twelfth shadow district.' Enough money circulates within it's walls to be considered its own economy. It houses it's own sports competitions ranging from fighting to football leagues, hosting betting for every facet by itself. Because of this, it's owner Shu Takemora uses the facility to hide and launder money for one of the largest arms dealing operations human kind has ever seen. Because of the nature of the business it's nearly impossible to prove this. Their money is practically laundered the second it enters their safe. This is where todays operation comes in. We have reason to believe Takemora's mass stores of weaponry are growing even larger than before since the arrival of Rita, and we've even caught footage of one of her known captains entering and exiting through the parking garage."

Responding to Faunt's speach, Piper brought up two pictures in front of the four images which previously held places on the screen. The first was a traditionally dressed japanese man in a kimono, and the next was a grainy security camera picture of a being wearing what looked similar to ranger armor, but the helmet and suit were black with three large purple dots arranged in a pyramid on the helmet. It was casually driving a smart car, and was waived into the parking garage by security as if this were completely normal. To be fair, other aliens were driving smart cars in line as well.

 

[Ace Cream]

Mint Blaun

Mint nodded enthusiastly at Piper's offer, a shame she couldn't get the supercompuuter but at least she got a gaming buddy. When Decker commented at them Mint opened her mouth to say something about entertainment being on top of a motivational piramid but she stopped herself and winced when she filtered in the man's thought. There's a reason for Mint's speech delay. While she's already an absent-minded person since way back when she crashed into Super Mechana, it had become more noticable ever since she gained her ranger's psychic power. Sometimes she couldn't instantly distinguish between someone's speech and thought, especially when she wasn't looking at their mouth. She wonders if this would be a problem once they entered their ranger's suit, but hopefully not.

When the briefing began, Mint watched attentively at the screen. Pyramid, slot machines, boxing, luxurious places. The camera feeds and Kenneth's explanation gave her a detailed impression of what she should expect from the place, but there's something else she wanted to know so she raised her hand and asked the question.

"Our objectives. What is it?"

 

[shadowstrikr25]

Decker Grayson

Decker smirked back at Piper, the smile not going unnoticed. "Best at everything, huh? I may just have to put that to the test." There was a subtle flirtatious tone to his voice as he locked eyes with the orange-haired techie, a smirk still plastered on his face. As Kenneth chastised her, Decker's tone became joking and sarcastic. "Relax, she's allowed to have fun. Not like it'll affect anything." He resumed relaxing on the admittedly very comfortable couch as the main TV flickered on to the computer's display.

What Decker saw was the security feed of one of the most heavily guarded locations on the planet outside of military fortifications. The underworld was always rife with rumors of the exact security specs the place had. One of the most prominent wild guesses of the masses were disintegrators. While it was unlikely at best given that kind of hardware was damn near impossible to come by, people who tried to break in had a nasty habit of disappearing. The measures he could see alone were alarming. Eyes everywhere, guards at every corner, and he could swear there were enforcers disguised as patrons just to ramp up the potential paranoia anyone trying to break in would feel. It was no wonder everyone who tried to break in failed.

Kenneth's brief seemed pretty clear cut as to what they might be doing there, although it wasn't explicitly stated. "Well, I'd guess that we get in there and find the actual evidence of arms dealing and money laundering, probably try and get a good shot at his books while we're at it. And Red's casing it?" The question was stated with mild disbelief. "Whatever, wouldn't be my first choice. So is there a plan we should be aware of on how we're getting in to one of the most secured locales on the planet? Or are we just gonna be filled in as it happens?"

 

[VolcanicAccelerator]

Bryson Gorath


The muscle-bound giant would scarf down the rest of his meal while staring intently at the screen in front of them, Bryson grew up...not well off and while his fighting money did increase him and his fathers living conditions it often wasn't enough for super expansive luxury items such as all the tech surrounding him. While the visual stimulation roped Bryson in, the briefing from Kenneth was falling upon nearly deaf ears until the mention of the shadow districts sports arena. He tuned 100% in immediately, he'd fought only in the scum-filled underground rough and dirty rings, not those massive stadiums filled with much much MUCH more paying patrons! Bryson's eagerness was quickly dampened when he remembered the deal, he remembered being marched into that station after the bust. That was possibly the lowest moment in his life, being stripped of his freedom, his ability to fight..and the worst. His ability to provide for Pa, Bryson stamped down his fighting spirit he needed to see this world saving thing through. "So Gramps, were supposed to go in there and crack some skulls till we find the weapons? Then crack those to?"

 

[Kobe Nathan Wade]

"You'll all three be playing different roles. Mint, you have orientation as a cocktail waitress on the blackjack floor this evening." Said Faunt, straightening his tie and beginning to pace as he organized the mission in his head. "We need you to find their second shift. They don't watch their wait staff very closely, so you'll be the one able to move most freely about the floor. We believe there's a restricted staircase in the security booth that leads to the underground storage where the weapons are. Decker that's where you come in. While Jason is 'casing' the place as you put it, you'll be doing observation. You start your shift dealing blackjack. We'll need you standing by to cause a diversion so security leaves their box and Mint can slip downstairs. After this, take your break and join her while they're dealing with you chaos. Jason is meant to detain Shu Takemora as soon as you all find evidence of the operation. Then, hold down the position until backup arrives to round up the perps. That leaves Bryson's role. I hope you've still got some fight left in you. You know boxing rules don't you?" Said Faunt, pulling a glimmering pair of boxing black and gold boxing shorts out of his pocket and tossing them the Black Ranger's direction. They had BG emblazoned on the leg. "You'll have a surprisingly central location as a competitor in tonight's fights. We'll need you to hunt down any persons of interest who try to escape when Mint and Decker raid the Arms warehouse. Piper, the transport."

"Yes sir," She said, minimizing the screens on the tv and activating a relay protocol which loaded itself up. Just as it did, the deck which Faunt had been standing on where Decker had entered lowered it's edge guards and expanded itself into a full size helipad. From the sky lowered down an aircraft which hovered a moment before landing with a surprisingly soft thud.

Spoiler: Cool Ship

"And I bet you think you should be doing my job, eh Decker?" Said Jason's voice in an electronic tone over the speakers. Piper did a few more keystrokes and his form popped up on both screens in the room. "Hi Jason, I like your new friends." Said Piper, spinning in her chair playfully eyeing Decker again. "Hi, Piperrr," He said in a friendly manor. The video feed was apparently coming from a hidden camera on his person, as it showed him in a bathroom mirror adjusting his tie and combing his hair. He wore a very shiny suit befitting a gambler. The bathroom looked like a private one with many amenities one wouldn't find in public. The gold toilet also denoted this. "Unfortunately, I still have more experience using my powers and Shu doesn't have any abilities to keep you from slicing him to bits accidentally. Go crazy on his henchmen, though, eh guy?" He said, winking at the camera. "I've got that info on the security stairwell key card now. Only the general managers of each department have one, and I think they all serve spots on Shu's inner circle. He likes to disguise them all as legitimate employees. That'll mean it's up to you, Mint, or Decker to pickpocket one if you're getting in." There was a knock on the bathroom door, and Jason looked a bit panicked. "Gotta go," He said, pinching a button in his tie to end the feed. "well, you heard him rangers. Load up. Your uniforms, and gloves in your case Bryson, are in the ship."

 

[Ace Cream]

Mint Blaun

"Cocktail waitress... yes, I want to try mixing drinks." Mint nodded enthusiastly despite having a slight misunderstanding of what she would be doing. For the remainder of the briefing Mint was switching frequently between spacing out and hyper focused at what was being said. Sometimes her mind would wander around, thinking about various unlikely scenarios that might happed during the mission and how she should handle it. Sometimes she just stared sharply at the one who was talking, absorbing unnecessary details that somehow managed to grab her attention like the widgets on the toilet behind Jason. Ah, it's one with the auto flush and auto wipe function.

"Blend in. Information. Steal. Break in. Blend in. Information. Steal. Break in. Blend in. Information. Steal-" After the briefing was finished and they're ushered into the ship, Mint immediately changed into her disguise uniform while repeating her objectives as if it was some sort of mantra. The waitress uniform was a black dress with white undertone, Mint wasn't comfortable wearing revealing clothes like this but she justified it by convincing herself that the uniform itself was at least pretty elegant. After she looked at herself in the mirror she also noticed something, her choker really stands out now. It's a bit bulky to be a fashion collar and it was always connected to her earphones. She hoped that her medical report was enough to make them not suspicious of her.

"Blend in. Information. Steal. Break in. Blend in. Information. Steal. Break in. Blend in. Information. Steal-" Mint walked out of the changing room and approached Kenneth, she had something to ask him.

"Mr. Faunt. Lethal action? How much is allowed for us?"

 

[shadowstrikr25]

Decker Grayson


There was a dry chuckle as Decker heard his role in this job. "So in other words, keep an eye out for the suspicious guys hangin' around the area and cause a distraction when you want it." Behind the sarcasm his mind was working to figure out the best distractions possible and how to get them implemented quickly. Still, he wasn't working with all the specs of the place and he needed to be mindful of the fact that cameras and staff were going to be staring at him. The best solution in his mind, was to make it look like one of the patrons was cheating to anger everyone else at the table. Plus it shifted eyes away from him, allowing him to disappear to back-of-house areas.

Though he did have a comment ready to go about the transport and the feeling of Piper staring at him again, Jason's remark took priority. "Damn right, Red. I'd look better in that suit than you do!" Unfortunately, the quick nature of the call did not allow for a spirited verbal sparring session. If it did, there might have been some more insults thrown to his looks and character. As he was being ushered onto the transport, there was a quick muttering, "Gold toilets are tacky as fuck anyways." before he took stock of what he was working with.

"Wow, swanky getup. Red might get a suit but I still kinda like this." He emerged from the changing room wearing a simple button down, pair of black slacks, and a gold vest with navy blue accents, topped off by a blue bowtie that was currently untied and hanging around his neck. "Sure as shit would turn heads anywhere in the hive. And lead to me getting mugged, but hey." With Mint's question as to the use of lethal force breaking up here monotone mantra, Decker decided to add something. "Yeah, and to the other Rangers, what kind of abilities are we workin' with? Because right now I don't know what any of you are gonna do in a fight."

 

[Kobe Nathan Wade]

Faunt shifted in his chair and smoothed out his tie, as if contemplating the best way to address the situation. "Obviously under no circumstances should harm come to any civilians. When you're away from the main building and in the basement we suspect there will be no legitimate security personnel. Use of lethal force past that point will be completely unrestricted. The bureau, and namely it's political allies, are more worried about property damage. The Aurora is still one of the most important parts of our global economy, even if it is owned by a criminal enterprise. Don't go blowing anything up that's structurally important. The building needs to stay in one piece." Faunt buckled his seatbelt and pulled out a small tablet. In the middle of the cabin shown holograms of each ranger seemingly in their armor without helmets. Piper took her spot at the front of the cockpit and put on a flight helmet. She began flicking switches and took control of the gaming controller she had replaced the original aircraft controls with. "Once Bryson is done changing I have a briefing prepared for that as well, Decker. Of course, you're both welcome to tell him, Mint, Bryson."

 

[Ace Cream]

Mint Blaun

"No civilian hurt, no important property broken. Understand." Mint nodded at Faunt's answer thoughtfully, crossing the option of using people as meatshield and blowing up generator out of her mental list. Mint never killed anyone, but for some reason she didn't feel any need to restrain herself if the situation forced her to. Professor Ender once told her that some of her inclinations might be caused by the events in her past. Decker also came into the room and asked about abilities. Ah, yes. Mint kinda forgot to tell the others about that. She demonstrated her ranger ability by showing Decker an iron ball from her pocket and then make it floats.

"My ability, esper." Mint took a brief pause and started playing around with the iron ball by making it orbiting around her.

"Telekinesis, telepaty, mind read. I'm confident with my telekinesis but not for the other two. Apologies, but I might accidentally know a few snippets of your mind."

 

[VolcanicAccelerator]

Bryson Gorath


Bryson emerged from the ship's changing room wearing a grin that could only be described as a "This is the best Christmas present ever smile", he wore a black boxing hood with the emblem of a gold bull's head snorting on the backside, his gold and emblazoned shorts, and glimmering gloves, and finally black Nike shoes. Bryson now standing straighter and somewhat prouder, making him appear somehow even taller than before. He barely even noticed the amazing conditions of the transport ship, his full attention and focus was on how good it would feel to have the crowd chanting his name, to taste blood in his mouth and not know whether it was his or his opponents and honestly...not caring either way. He let loose a couple of jabs and surprisingly enough for his sheer bulk and size they were blurs, the sheer speed of his strikes no slower than the average-sized boxer. Which doesn't mean much until it is remembered his biceps were the size of Piper's head, he was no lumbering slow giant, instead of a combination of speed and sheer power..at least in his punches.

Once Bryson broke out of his trance, he tuned back into the conversations around him. Just in time to hear pretty blue boy's question, to which Bryson was kinda embarrassed to answer "I uh...don't think I got none special powers-" Bryson felt stronger, he felt tougher than before but he didn't get any cool laser beams or wings or nothing, hell he couldn't even summon his ranger suit or weapon on command! He hoped the others weren't too far ahead of him but then he saw the pink midget grab a ball with tele...whatever that word was and his hopes were dashed, "Yea but I don't neem em, I've fought my fair share of baddies with these two as my only weapons" he held up his fists which to be fair on someone like Bryson might as well be weapons.

 

[shadowstrikr25]

Decker Grayson

With the limitations on civilian casualties and property damage being set, Decker waved his hand dismissively as the holograms of the team in their armor showed up. "Yeah yeah. Wait, is that what our armor looks like?" Much like Bryson, Decker had yet to summon his own armor. The look was, in his opinion at least, unappealing. "OK, whatever powers that be decided on that need an advisor or somethin'. Like, I'm running around in neon blue, at least give me some style to go with it." He did notice that his usual jacket would actually go pretty well over the armor, but kept that thought to himself.

Just as he was about to ask Piper to elaborate further on exactly what powers his compatriots had, Mint demonstrated hers, followed by Bryson's admission of not having any power. Decker was, to say the least, processing things. "Wow, OK, where to start? I don't know what you've already skimmed out of my brain there, Psycho-Ranger, but I can say I wasn't going to do most of them. Some of them. Eh, depends on the day. And big guy, you're telling me that you are naturally that tall and completely jacked? Your poor mother." With that, he took a quick steadying breath and got his thoughts a bit more under control, if only to make sure Mint wasn't going to go and take a full dive into his head. "As far as my ability goes, I can distort space around me. Usually it's just to make things miss or hit as I want them too. It also cranked my spatial awareness up to 11. So being on the floor of an active casino is going to be an experience." Decker then pulled out a flask and took a swig, stashing it back into his vest.

 

[Kobe Nathan Wade]

"Hm." Pondered Faunt at the team's own admissions of their abilities, or lack there of thus far. Mint seemed to have a grasp on the extent to hers, but Decker only a broad overview. The experienced agent had suggested they put the two most suited to recon on the main floor of the casino, but hearing both their comments made him question if it was too soon to rely on those abilities. Still, the two seemed competent enough. He was sure they would adapt and overcome. Bryson having no knowledge of his own was of no surprise, though could become problematic if he were kept in the dark. Faunt decided to elaborate. "Mint and Decker, you two have pretty much got it. Mint, your only issue would be needing further control and training in the sheer power of your powers. We need to push your upper limits. Decker, you've barely scratched the surface of what's possible, from what our scientists say. You might be able to go as far as opening dimensional rifts, from the looks of it. View it as a sign of good faith we're sharing this information." Said the old detective. This was a bit of a bluff. He was sure to find out sooner or later with the way he was already taking to his abilities, and it's not like there are any contingencies for something like a Power Ranger. They were the contingency.

"Bryson, your abilites are the most recent to manifest, so don't feel bad about not understanding them quite yet. You can, oh blast, WHAT WAS IT PIPER?" Yelled the older man to the front. Without looking back Piper spoke over the speaker in her flight helmet. Her voice rang out over the speaker at a comfortable speaker-phone level.

"You can control and manipulate kinetic energy. Physical Push is the name we've taken to calling it. You can amplify the kinetic energy of your attacks by drawing in the momentum from other sources, like picking up speed with a sprint or falling a great height. We think you may even be able to absorb and release kinetic energy with training." Said the woman as she deftly piloted the massive ship through the city like it were a bug traversing so many blades of tall grass.

"Yes, thank you Piper." Said Faunt, relaxing into his seat just a bit. He let Decker say his comments about disliking the armor with no emotion or argument. These were inconsequential to the mission, and matters of opinion had no room in the workplace to Kenneth. "Jason has the ability to create heat straight off of his body with levels reaching that of stars. He can form balls of plasma, and walls of heat so great they could melt through the planet. All of his abilities seem to be related to this, however." By this time in the conversation they were nearing the Casino, and out the front windshield it's lights beaming into the sky could be seen surrounding the pyramid shaped building. It's colors wafting over the seemingly massive LED screens upon the whole structure, shifting all the colors of the rainbow each in turn.

As the ship circled the building, seven commercial helipads could be seen layed out in a strip outside a loading dock on the far side. They all were constantly interchanging various forms of hovering aircraft. Some private whirlybirds, others shipping crafts the size of their current ride. Though it seemed for a moment it looked as if they might land, the ship made a wide arc to duck down an alley way formed by two massive skyscrapers. The cloaking activated on the ship, and from the outside it became a luxury sports aircraft meant for transporting celebrities. They landed in the alley behind some tall temporary barricades covered in tarps. On the other side, surprisingly, was a setup of communication arrays and screens showing various feeds inside the casino grounds similar to the ones from the penthouse. Several agents manned their various tables and tents. In one corner, next to a tied gate, was a regular cab. It seemed a little beat up. "Mint, Decker, this is where the three of us get off." Said Faunt, as the back hatch's hydraulics moaned in response to being activated. When it was open he headed out without looking back to make sure they were following.

He led the Pink and Blue rangers passed a table, at which a young agent handed Faunt two earpieces, which he passed back to the rangers swiftly without stopping his forward movement towards the cab. None of the other agents seemed to take note of their arrival. Once near the yellow taxi, a squat man in a green sweater stepped out and smiled at them with his hand up in a friendly waive.

"This is Rajesh. He'll be your driver past the gates. Before you ask, no he isn't an agent. He's a cabbie. Your ID's that came with your uniforms will get you in at the security check. Test your comms while you're in line by radioing in. We'll keep you update on everyone's situations. Any last questions?" Faunt asked, opening the door to the cab.

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The ship had taken off after dropping off the two rangers, carrying away both Bryson and Piper back towards the casino's helipad area. Piper had blown a kiss decker's way before they exited, though whether he caught it or not she wasn't sure. It was no longer a military-esc aircraft they flew but a luxury private model with a sleek white paintjob and tinted windows due to the cloaking technology. When they drew near, Piper radioed their tower. "White Dove One to AB tower, requesting permission to land." A voice responded in a rather monotone voice that they had permission, and Piper guided the ship expertly. When they landed, she took off her helmet and teased out her hair, scratching her head with her painted nails. She shut off the microphone before speaking. "It's just me and you from here on out, big guy. Here's your earpiece." He said, handing the large man his custom-size earpiece as she reached the back. When the hatch opened once again, a hologram shot over the back area which made it look more like a private jet with full amenities and two very pretty alien flight attendants. Piper marched out with just as much vigor that Faunt had had before her, but was stopped by a security guard with a list.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but we only have two passengers okay'ed to exit this plane." He said, looking from her to the massive man accompanying her, at whom he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I can see your friend is on the main card, but his coach is supposed to be with him, not you."

"I am his coach." Said Piper, frankly.

"You? You're the nine time world champion training an up-and-coming heavyweight prodigy?" Asked the guard incredulously. In response, Piper gave him a textbook straight right directly to his nose. A burst of blood covered his lip, and her knuckles at once, and he held his face. "GAH FUCK!" exclaimed the man.

"I don't know, how's my jab?" She said, bending over to speak into the man's ear while he let a stream of blood fall onto the concrete below them. "Piper Blatvatsky, nine time women's middleweight world champion, and PHD. Fucking google me." She said, before straightening up and looking back to Bryson. She gave him a finger wag signaling for him to follow her inside, and turned back around to continue along the path to the door.

Directly inside they were ushered towards a long hallway, at the end of which was the boxing locker room. A couple of the fighters on the night's card looked their way as they entered, and one of them hurried to cover himself with a towel when he noticed the woman. Piper took up residence on a bench next to a locker who's nametag said "Bryson G." She scanned the room, ignoring any eyes on her, and her eyes fell upon a man with similar height to Bryson. He was much more vascular, and top heavy than the black ranger, but clearly the same weight class. The man had a foot up on the bench by his locker room, and was injecting something into his right buttock with a syringe. Piper clicked her tongue and winked when she caught Bryson's eye, and then nodded towards the man using steroids openly. Bryson's opponent, was turned away and did not notice.

 

[Ace Cream]

Mint Blaun

Mint glanced at the other rangers as she listened to Kenneth explaining their respective abilities. So Decker had things like teleport and the likes while Bryson can do kinetic manipulation? And Jason was a saiyan. Mint nodded at herself feeling like she already understand what's needed.

She followed Kenneth as the helicopter landed on an alley and he led her and Decker towards some makeshift operation base. She wanted to play around with some of the equipments but this was not the time for it because their cab was already prepared. Mint had some questions, yes, but it was mostly something irrelevant to the mission so she keep it by herself for now. She just shook her head at Kenneth and entered the cab.

 

[shadowstrikr25]

Decker Grayson

Decker rolled his eyes with Faunt's little 'trust' line. 'Yeah, sure it is. Totally not that if I step out of line you can sic Red on me. Nope, no way.' Once Bryson's power was out in the open, he did a double take at the exact kind of possibilities that held. "Cool, cool. Remind me never to get on his bad side." While he could redirect attacks, he had yet to experiment with upper bounds on forces. For all he knew, a redirected attack with that power backing it up would still hurt. And he wasn't exactly sure of how well he could avoid a shockwave. At least they were on the same side.

As Decker exited the transport, pulling an impressive one-handed catch of the kiss Piper sent his way, he took a look at the setup in the old alleyway. 'Not too different from what some of the guys would use on heists, just with better equipment and legal.' With the earpiece in place, the ID checked, and the cabbie given a friendly wave, he joined Mint in the cab. The limited space in the back made his usual habit of leaning back and kicking his feet up rather difficult, so he rested his head on his arm as he leaned against a window. Looking out at the landscape of district 5 was new to him and being nearly blinded by the casino was an experience he really could have lived without. "Wow, think they could have crammed anymore lights onto that thing?" He looked over to Mint with a light tone and a smirk, trying to get a rise out of telepath.

 

[Ace Cream]

Mint Blaun

"Yes, they can, but this much is sufficient." Mint replied to Decker's inquiry seriously as she watched the casino light. "The light blurred the boundary between fantasy and reality, overwhelming senses and along with the loud noise will condition the victims to compulsively spent more time and money to gamble. Dopamin floo- I mean addiction is scary."

"Are you interested in owning your own casino?" Mint asked Decker. Even though her expression was still as flat as ever there's a bit more enthusiasm in her tone to indicate her genuine curiousity about the subject asked.

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[Kobe Nathan Wade]

As Decker and Mint approached the casino, the cabbie handed the security checkpoint all three of their IDs. The man nodded as if this was normal, and motioned for them to pull towards the parking garage. As they drove by a group of aliens headed down an unmarked stairwell, one of them looked back. His face looked as if it were some sort of helmet, and he looked out of place from the others who wore civilian clothes meanwhile this one wore some sort of armor. A few minutes passed, and they were in front of a door which read "Staff." There was a smiling young girl awaiting their arrival. When they stepped out, she greeted them first.

"Mr. Smith! Ms. Doe! It's good to meet you both. I'll be giving you your orientation today. Did you two get your badges and everything in the mail?" Asked the woman, opening her hand. The cabbie waived them out his driver-side window and their lanyards jingled as he did so.

"Sorry! They are right here!" He said through a thick accent, motioning for one of them to take them so he could continue his work day, and them theirs.

 

[shadowstrikr25]

Decker Grayson

Mint's response to his own sarcasm had the smirk flee his face in record time, only to be replaced by a slack-jawed look. 'Of all the people I could get paired with, why did it have to be the one that doesn't know sarcasm but does know about brain chemistry?' When she threw a question at him, he shrugged. "Not exactly my kind of thing, y'know? I'm more for smaller places if I'm the one running them." And thanks to a certain deal that had to be made, he technically didn't own his bar at the moment. He looked out the window, trying to get a better look at the area around the casino, only to have to squint due to all the light. 'OK, how do Fivers stand this thing being on their level? I can feel my retinas trying to die.'

While in line with the security checkpoint, Decker did as instructed and used the earpiece to transmit a few bursts of background noise. However, as they were driving deeper in, he caught a glimpse of the group of aliens heading downstairs. 'Of course they've got a basement to play around in, who doesn't these days?' The location of the stairwell was added to the developing map of the place he had in his head. The alcohol may have dulled his senses slightly, but he should be able to find that point again without too much issue.

As they came to a stop over at the staff door and the lady greeted them by what he assumed were aliases, he took a quick glance at his badge and internally screamed. 'John. FUCKING. Smith. You have got to be shitting me, Kenny came up with these didn't he? Fuckin' half-assed...' On the outside he was the picture of calm, even flashing the lady a quick smile. "Yeah, seems we got everything just fine." He grabbed his badge from Rajesh, nodding at him in appreciation. "Thank you Rajesh, have a great day and stay safe out there." With a quick turn on his heel to face their trainer, he adopted a stance that projected a casual confidence. "So, are we gonna be eased in or is this trial by fire?"